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Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 01

By: mich80new



Leif fell in love with Lynne from the instant he saw her. Singing, almost alone, in a crowded bar, with creamy beige skin, and soft brown hair which she wore shoulder length. There was a different quality to her, almost ethereal. She was a cute, petite black girl, with great legs, and a wonderful ass. But that wasn't what attracted him to her initially. It was her live wire, hot and heavy performance style. He was bowed over by the way she held a crowd of ten people, half of whom were drunk, at her beck and call as though she were playing a 10,000 seat theater.

He was a liberal hippie, with blonde dreadlocked hair and played lead guitar in a heavy metal band. He would hop to different clubs for inspiration, and he hopped to such a club tonight, and there she was. He could learn a bit about audience contact and participation from her. Even though he was lead guitarist, he was shy as hell and he'd often turn his back to the audience to play his best licks. Boy did the band chide him for that.

She also had a marvelous voice. She was clearly a trained singer, and it was wasted on these bozos, sitting around drinking, the men screaming cat calls, because she was pretty and sexy as hell. But, then she did a cover of Fever, and when she sang it, she ran her hands along her crotch as she performed, swinging around the Mic as though it was a stripper's pole. The move, although sexy, wasn't slutty, and he did get the feeling that she was doing this in inspiration to the music, and was covertly, yet not overtly sexual. She was hot, but not a tart. 

Still and all, he had to hide his erection under the table at the club. He waited, doggedly, sipping gin and tonic until her set was over. Once it was over, he wanted to make introductions, but she was whisked away. He waited outside the club, by the back door, in the freezing fall evening, trying to make her acquaintance.

Finally, she was coming out of the back door. She looked very shy and small compared to how bold she'd been on stage. Even though she was black, her skin immediately flushed crimson in the night air, because she was pale. Plus she had a chin dimple, which puckered up in the cold. She actually looked like a slightly nerdy little bookworm now that she'd exited the stage, sporting these huge coke bottle glasses and walking arm and arm with an equally nerdy looking cocoa complexioned black woman with a huge afro, who was apparently her friend. 

But even in that plaid shirt, and horned rimmed glasses, instead of the black evening dress, she was still a beauty. 

He wanted to kiss her, protect her forever, and fuck her silly all at the same time.

None of that made sense, because he didn't know her at all. He waited until she and her friend were coming down the stairs, and he introduced himself, nervously patting his dreadlocks.

"Hey, I'm Leif," he offered, sticking out his hand.

She looked at him, as though to say, "who the hell are you," but she was polite and shy even and did not say that, instead those voluminous eyes in her huge coke bottle glasses looked at him curiously, saying nothing, but he could tell she still was afraid of him.

He couldn't blame her. He was a strange white man with dreadlocks approaching them on a New York street at night. 

She looked at his hand. She didn't shake it.

"I.....I was at your show," he added with a Grin, he couldn't help smiling at that cute pale beige skin of hers, flushing, that chin dimple in full effect, and now, starting to sniffle.

He'd never fallen so hard for a girl before.

"You were? And you waited outside? Damn. Thanks..." she said glancing at his dreadlocks.

"You....you look cold. Do you...would you like a cup of coffee," he asked.

"I....I'm actually...I've got Janelle here with me, so we have to go home but it was nice meeting you," she added swiveling her neck at her friend.

"No, not just you...I can....I can pay for both cups, both you and your friend here...I just....I'd like to get to know you. I'm a musician, but...but I'm shy and I don't...well...I play at a club right up next door. You're like the opposite of me, shy in a conversation, and a dynamo on stage. Me, it's nothing to come up and talk to a stranger, but when I get on stage, I just freeze, and....I play pretty good but I don't look at the audience, and I.....damn it..."

He was getting verbal diarrhea and scared of turning her off, but the more nervous he was, the more intrigued he seemed. 

"What band do you play in?" she asked.

"Duce Dutchies," He said.

"What the hell? You're going to have to change your name if you ever get a record deal," said Lynne.

Then she cracked up laughing.

"I didn't pick the name," he protested.

"Someone did. But you look like you like to smoke a big ol' bowl, all the time," she added glancing up at his dreadlocks.

His eyes lit up, at their shared laughter. 

"Do you smoke," he asked, thinking it could be love at first sight.

"Occasionally. But not like you," she added chuckling and rubbing her hands together.

"How do you know what I smoke," he asked.

"Not everyday, do you see a white guy, with dreadlocks like that. I wouldn't wear them, and I'm black. You gotta be smoking something," she said and laughed.

"Why wouldn't you wear them? What's wrong with them," he said playfully defensive.

"Well nothing, they...they actually go with your whole rock star thing. I dunno...I'm just not into that. I'm kinda basic when I'm not on stage, kinda bookwormy," she said softly.

Leif was melting into her heady, thick, Brooklyn accent. She sounded well educated, but she had definitely been reared right in this area.

He was from California, and had just moved a year ago, so the sound of her black, sweet, inner city voice intoxicated him.

"It's cold out. In all this time, I could have treated you lovely ladies to coffee, and sent you on your way home," he added softly.

"Why should we go get coffee with some strange white dude," she said and grinned over at Janelle.

"Would you get coffee with a strange black dude," he asked.

"Hell no!" she said.

"I like your style. Come on ladies, my treat," he added.

"Dutch treat," said Lynne and Janelle nodded. 

***

Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 02



They talked long over coffee. She was a different kind of chick. She knew a lot about the New York Music scene. She knew her way around the hip hop, r&b, and jazz clubs, but she was not obtuse to the indie rock scene. She knew several bands that he had as mutual acquaintances.

But, what had him most smitten with her was her irreverent, goofy sense of humor. She didn't think anything of bursting into fits of giggles, she had a ready smile, and a cute, smart mouthed, quick tongue. Her face was very expressive when she was being silly, and he found her sense of humor contagious. She didn't display it to him right away, but two cups of coffee into their nightcap, she had him chuckling too.

"Can I touch it?" she asked softly.

"Why Lynne, I thought you were a lady," said Leif.

"Not that stupid, your hair," she quipped, punching him square on the shoulder.

"Oh, my hair. Well sure, you can touch it...only if you let me touch yours," he added with a grin.

She leaned close and touched his hair.

"I've never touched a dreadlock before....it's neat," said Lynne with a chuckle. 

She blushed hard now, and her chin dimple revealed itself, and he was smitten with her even more. 

"Ugh, I'm going to be sick, how much longer," sighed her friend Janelle playfully looking at her watch.

"I'm surprised that you've never touched a dreadlock before," he added smiling.

"Why? Because I'm black? I might be black but none of my friends have any dreadlocks that I know of. Braids, yeah. Dreads no...you're my first time," she added, taking more of his locks between her hands.

"Do you like how they feel," he asked softly, with a hint of seduction in his voice.

"Ummm.....they feel okay," stammered Lynne.

Her face flushed, the way that his would flush, and clearly, his overture made her shy. He found it so endearing and sweet. 

"Now it's my turn to touch your hair," added Leif softly. He leaned towards her and gently took a handful of her hair into his own hand. He leaned forward, caressing it softly, then murmured,

"I've never touched a black girl's hair before. And I always wondered what it would feel like. Your hair is soft and silky and it smells good too," he leaned forward and took a sniff. Then he was amazed at how goofy he sounded.

"Well why wouldn't my hair be soft and silky. Ugh, I hate when white guys make comments like that Leif...I don't want to be your tour guide to black women," said Lynne crossing her arms.

Everything seemed to be going so smooth until he commented on her hair, and she seemed defensive about this, but he didn't want to strike out with her. She was cute, and funny, and so he felt like he should speak from his heart. 

"I.....I never had the opportunity to date black girls when I lived in California. There weren't any around in my neighborhood. But if I'd seen any who looked like you, damn it...I would have been real interested in dating her. Look, I don't want you to feel like you have to be my tour guide to black women. I....I don't know why I said that. I mean to me, a pretty woman is a pretty woman. Color doesn't matter. Just never knew any black women is all...honestly. You're real pretty. And talking to you, because you're funny and shit, makes you even prettier. I'm going to give you my number," he added.

He took a napkin from the table and wrote his number on it in clear, legible print.

"I'd walk you home but we just met, you probably don't want to give me your address," he asked softly.

"Not....not yet Leif. I....I like you a lot...and I enjoyed our coffee but I think it's too soon for any of that. It's been fun, but we're gonna go home now. Maybe I'll see you around," said Lynne.

He memorized the inflection of her voice and played it over and over again. It sounded like a question. Like she wanted to see him again, and not as though it was a brush off.

He hoped she used that number. The only reason he didn't ask for hers, was that he didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

***

After they got out of earshot and had crossed the street opposite the coffee shop, Lynne looked at her friend.

"That Leif guy was cute as hell," said Lynne as they walked down the street, arms linked.

Janelle just laughed.

"What, you didn't think he was fine. I mean, he looks like a hippie, but he was mad cute, with those pretty blue eyes. He kinda reminded me of a dreadlocked Paul Walker," said Lynne.

"I'm just.....I'm laughing because....well, I don't really know him, but I know you two were vibing. And....and in an odd way, I can see you with him. I don't know. I mean, if you want to get to know him a little better. You....you're weird enough for each other," said Janelle with a chuckle.

"Weird enough," said Lynne.

"Oh come on, you know you are weird. You're a black hippie yourself," she said with a chuckle.

"I'm not a hippie. I mean, I went to Yale for crying out loud...I studied history. I don't think I'm a hippie, I'm too interested in that stuff to be a hippie. Lot of good those degrees in history did me, because I'm singing in nightclubs, but...after I finished I didn't want to teach history. I'd rather sing. Anyways, I don't think I'm a hippie. I'm free spirited, but you're reading me wrong. Besides, we don't know if he's a hippie either," added Lynne.

"You aren't a hippie? Let's see shall we, your poetry readings. Your candles and incense. Your plaid shirts, flowing dresses and scruffy black boots. You're the recycling queen. You can vegetables that you grow in a little garden on your stoop. I don't know anyone else who does that. And as far as him being a hippie, look at his hair. If he doesn't have a garden, he will if he sticks with you," said Janelle. 

Lynne just laughed and laughed.

"Okay I'll be a hippie. But you're the real social activist. I'm surprised you're cool with him talking to me, and not ready to go marching on the hill," said Lynne.

"Oh come on. Just because I'm into activism and I write a blog on civil rights and stuff doesn't mean that I'm not a sucker for a good love story. Besides, that...that whole mess back there at the coffee shop with Leif, it's part of what Martin fought for, the right to love everyone. I'd be a hypocrite if I told you not to give the guy a chance. Just because I'd only date my strong black brotha's doesn't mean anything, he seems to be on the same wave length as you," said Janelle.

"What in the world does that mean? I like him. I think he's cute...you think I'm a traitor if I like him or something. I think that's a bunch of shit Janelle. I mean, so...so I've never looked at white guys before...some have asked....but I just always said no. But people are people. He's so adorable. He's funny and he's charming it's like...I mean, in a lot of ways, he's like a little boy...maybe he is a hippie. He's just so transparent with his feelings, and he's honest. I think he's like a breath of fresh air. He's...He's so much the opposite of Martin. I'm glad for that," said Lynne.

"Well I am too. He was a stuck up Jerk, and he was interested in remaking you as Martha Stewart Junior. He didn't want you to be rough around the edges. And frankly, that's what I like about you. Muddy combat boots and all. You should call that Leif dude. I think he likes you. And you deserve to be happy girl," laughed Janelle.

"Walk me up," said Lynne.

"Sure," said Janelle.

They walked up the six flights of stairs that Led to Lynne's small, one bedroom apartment. Lynne loved having Janelle to walk her back to her apartment. Even though she was born and bred in New York, she felt a heck of a lot safer with her friend to watch over her now that she'd moved out of her parents home and lived in her own apartment.

Janelle walked her home after every gig, and made sure she was safe in her home before she walked home to her own apartment. Lynne promised to let Janelle have the sweet gig of being her personal assistant if she ever made it to the big time.

***

That night, Lynne went to bed as soon as she got home. Normally she had a glass of wine to unwind before she started the business of going to bed. Tonight, she felt like she needed something a little different to unwind. She peeled out of her plaid shirt and levis, and put on her favorite, comfortable New York Giants jersey. She loved to either sleep naked, or sleep with just the skimpy little jersey on. 

Leif was totally handsome. She hadn't been able to make out much about the cut of his physique through his goosedown jacket, and his fleece sweater, but even though he was slender, his chest and arms looked thick. He seemed like he would feel very solid to hold onto. He had those deep blue eyes, and even those blond messy dreadlocks, added something to his looks.

His lips weren't full but they were shapely. Her mind started to wander, wondering what kind of kisser he was. It had been a long time, well over a year since she'd been intimate with Martin. But, just like when she was with Martin, she had no problem taking care of her sensual needs, on her own.

In fact, in some ways she preferred it this way. No one knew how to please her better than she could please herself.

She started to lightly trace her own nipples through the sheer, flimsy fabric of the jersey. They were rock hard, and aching, but she kept herself, on the edge like that. She liked her small, yet shapely breasts to be handled very gently. She hadn't yet experienced the caress that she would enjoy at the hands of another, but she knew how to touch herself right. Before she knew it, she was imagining that her hands, were Leif's and she traced up her thighs and over her stomach under the jersey.

Finally she couldn't resist anymore. Her right hand felt her damp curls. Just a soft touch, a little bit of pressure, and excruciatingly slow clockwise circles.

"Ohhh....damn, damn," she groaned under her breath.

She stopped and moved her hand. She was so horny nowdays that she could bring herself over the edge in just a few minutes. But she enjoyed drawing out the deed a little longer, as it led to much more explosive orgasms.

She took her damp fingers out of her curls, and put her fingers softly, gingerly in her mouth. This tasting of herself was something she was doing recently. She was curious about what she tasted like from an abstract point of view. She would die of embarrassment if anyone knew she was doing this. She could not work out anything unpleasant about her taste, or smell, but Martin had been unapologetic about not wanting to go there. In fact, he'd never wanted to have sex anywhere but the bed- he was afraid that her scent would leave behind some kind of odor.

Was it any wonder that, even when they were dating, she masturbated furiously, in heat, in secret, long after he was asleep to provide herself with the sensual ecstasy and excitement that she craved. The penetration was difficult, and she didn't like it, but she was always hot and bothered for foreplay which, never seemed to last long enough, and never seemed to be "nasty" enough.

A part of her believed that she would never find sexual pleasure equal to the satisfaction she could bring herself, and without that pleasure, it rendered having a man almost useless.

She didn't want to think anymore. She opened and closed her lips teasingly with her fingers, gently massaging around her clitoris with her index and middle finger.

When her clitoris was hard, rigid and aching, she smoothed a bit of her wetness over the hood, closed her legs, and rubbed her damp curls gently until she felt her thighs quiver and quake with release.

The moan, "Oh Leif baby," escaped her lips before she even realized that she'd been moaning and fantasizing that he stroked deeply inside of her.

Leif. That stranger. Damn it he was so cute she was sexually fantasizing about him. She hadn't played with herself to sexual fantasies of an actual person, and not a rock star or movie icon, since high school.



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 03



Over the next few days, Lynne spent a lot of time writing songs, and reflecting. She kept the napkin with his number on it over, and over. She wanted to call him, and tell him she enjoyed the coffee that they shared, but she felt shy.

Then she began to reason that if he was really that interested in her, he would have asked for her number so that he could do the calling.

Lynne didn't really have a lot of experience with men, but she'd had enough of a negative experience with her first boyfriend, that she'd sworn off men for a really long time. She couldn't believe she almost ended up engaged to him, but she was very glad they'd broken it off. She'd dated him from her senior year of high school, all through college, and part of the way through her master's degree. She didn't know anything about sex when they started dating, and she didn't find him to be an especially patient teacher. 

In fact, after having been with him, she wondered if she was the only woman who found sex, especially the penetration part, to be difficult. And she certainly had far more fun with her battery-operated toys, than she'd ever had in the bed with Martin. She never had trouble getting multiple orgasms with those toys, or even with her own fingers. Quite frankly, she loved to masturbate, but Martin had her convinced that this was dirty, and she'd somehow spoiled herself, or trained her body so that no one else could give her pleasure.

Somehow she didn't think she was the problem, but when she tactfully tried to explain this to Martin, he definitely didn't want to hear it. Since Martin was her first, and she had no frame of reference, she didn't really get what the hoopla was about sex, and she also wasn't interested in having anyone control her anymore, telling her, not to waste those expensive Yale degrees, wanting her to fit the mold of a proper wife, grooming her so that she'd be a proper accessory to a budding lawyer, entertaining his clients. It also hadn't helped that her parents were more in love with Martin than she was towards the end. They still hadn't gotten over it.

Lynne poured some wine, and shook her head ruefully, walking towards her keyboard. 

She sat at the keyboard and folded that napkin over, and over again. She felt like she almost had too much baggage to even begin tipping her toe into the dating water again.

She could hear Janelle's voice in her ear, telling her that it was "time to move along and test the waters again,"

But Martin had humiliated her so much when they were intimate, with his lack of patience toward her, she just didn't feel like she wanted to even begin talking to a man again.

***

Leif felt a bit embarrassed that he'd been staring at his cellphone like a schoolboy with a crush waiting for it to ring. He even had friends call him to make sure it was still working.

As the day turned into nearly a week, he began to get a little insulted that she hadn't called. She didn't say she was involved. She seemed to enjoy talking to him at coffee. She laughed, and they talked for almost two hours.

They had chemistry, and you couldn't script that. He was hoping that she wasn't allowing the differences in their races to stop her interest in him. He felt guilty for wanting to touch her hair. He thought he'd blown it with that. But it was just a curiosity to him, the same way she'd been curious about his dreadlocks.

So yes, he was curious about her, and that tawny beige skin, and maybe a small part of him did fetishize her because she was a little bit different than him, but why was that any different than finding her appealing because she was a red head.

Maybe he did find her a bit sexier because she was a beautiful beige black woman, but that to him was a characteristic that made her intriguing, no different than if he was attracted to red heads, or a woman with freckles. The differences did attract him, but more than that, he enjoyed her laughter, her sharp wit, and her intelligence.

But, she was also down to earth. Earthy. Sensual. She had an easy, ready laugh. She savored her coffee. The way he would like for her to savor him.

He was tired of waiting for her to call him- frankly he knew he wanted to see her again, and good for him, that he knew where she was. If she wouldn't call him, so that he could get to know her better, he would go find her.

*** 

She was wearing a simple black and white plaid shirt, blue jeans, and black boots. She had her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail. She even wore those thick coke bottle glasses. It was a far cry from the black evening gown of the night before, but he'd never been more smitten. He thought she might even be more beautiful seeing her this time, than she had been in that tight black dress the first time around.

Same as before, he was captivated by her voice, this time a simpler, more mellow acoustic set. And, also, the same as before he nursed a drink as he watched her set, this time, a Pabst blue ribbon beer.

He even noticed the second that her eyes met his, and he knew, that she knew, that he was watching her.

He swore that her lip trembled, and she bit her lower lip, and he wished it he were gently biting her lips instead.

Then, he couldn't be sure if her lips always trembled when she sang this song. It was a folky, Joni Mitchell number, and it was so cool watching her do this song, with her own bluesy interpretation of it. The woman knew her music, and the way she leaned on that mic stand, why she caressed it like it was her lover.

Maybe she hadn't called him because her man was music. But he knew he could convince her, that she couldn't cuddle up with the crowd, or a lead sheet. If she was cuddling up to anything or anyone at all, it should be him.

It wasn't like him to be firm and really insistent. He was always a take it easy, go with the flow kind of guy. 

Wasn't really like him to chase a woman. He was mostly mellow like that, and normally content to let things happen organically.

This time was different though. Quite frankly, he wanted her. He wanted to know everything about her and get lost in every inch of her sweet, creamy complexion. He wanted something more with her. Sure he wanted to have sex with her. But he also just wanted to be around her. 

Adored that giggle and that cultured, yet brash little Brooklyn accent. Her earthy ways, contrasted with the shy demeanor she had sometimes where she'd look away from him and blush.

He could see that he was distracting her in the set somewhat, and this made him feel more than a little aroused, knowing he was having an effect on her. He shifted forward in his seat, and was startled again that he was getting another hard on, just based on the sweet, smoky texture of her voice, and how sexy her legs looked as they were crossed on the bar stool.

It seemed like an eternity before her set was over, even though he was really enjoying her performance, because he wanted to be able to talk to her, and could not do so while she was singing. 

As soon as the music was through, he walked right up to the stage. 

"Hey, Lynne," he called.

She looked down over the lip of the stage at him.

"Leif.....hi," she said shyly, softly, waving her fingers at him in a greeting.

"You...you never called," he started, attempting to disguise the hurt in his voice.

"I...I wasn't sure that I should call...I mean..." she shuffled, wrung her hands together and looked down at her feet. 

She seemed so shy; he couldn't even stay slightly offended that she blew him off.

"Why...why shouldn't you call. Did you...did you enjoy the coffee? Or, when we were talking," he added, looking gently into her eyes. 

Lynne walked toward the lip of the stage, and she sat down, so that she was more at eye level with him.

"Of course, of course I enjoyed the coffee, and getting to know you," added Lynne.

"So...so what is it then? Why didn't you call? Is it because I'm white? Is it such a crime for me to want to get to know you better? Color matter that much to you? People are always talking about how they want everything to be equal, and color not to matter...but that shit still matters...anytime you're going to let it stop you from placing a simple phone call, to continue getting to know someone...clearly, we are attracted to each other...hell I'm attracted to you...anyway," muttered Leif softly.

"Woah, hold on there buddy. I...I'm attracted to you too, to be honest. Damn it, I'm sorry I didn't call. Doesn't have a lot to do with your color and all that, but everything to do with the fact that you're a man," said Lynne softly with a chuckle.

"What the hell? Are you a lesbian? Why didn't you say so?" he added softly.

Lynne laughed. She laughed so hard she snorted. He'd never noticed how cute her little nose was, before she'd snorted. 

Her laughter was contagious and before he knew it he was laughing too, even though he didn't really know what he was laughing at.

"Hell no I'm not a lesbian! I love men! Wait. That didn't come out right. I like guys, but I just...I don't know. I've had a rough time and, I'm not really ready to stick my toe back in the dating waters just yet. I...I don't know, I'm kinda nervous, and this is all kinda sudden, and I just wanna be cautious and I don't want to get hurt again. And...you're so different then me, I mean look at you...not color and stuff but...but...but..."

"Sounds like you have a shitload of excuses to me...about why you don't want to get to know me better without even giving me a chance. I mean, I'm...I don't know what you've been through, and I'm sorry that it sounds rough...but...I'm not proposing marriage, at least not yet. I'm just suggesting that we get to know one another, and how...how will you ever know if you can find someone who doesn't give you a rough time...who actually makes you feel better about life and stuff, if you won't give anyone a chance," he added softly.

"Man you seem so sweet. I mean, just as sincere as anything even though you are a complete stranger. So...so what's the catch? Gotta be something. I mean, really, you can't be that sweet, and that honest," she added softly.

"I'm not a complete stranger now. We had coffee together. Besides, why can't I be sweet and honest? That's the way I was raised. To be real honest. Say what you mean, and mean what you say. Sure you aren't being harder on me because I'm white? Would you believe I was nice if I were a black dude trying to get to know you," said Leif.

"Oh Leif, I don't know...I probably to be honest, would be harder on you, if you were a black dude trying to get to know me...because I just got over being burned by a black dude...it gives me a headache just thinking about it all," she rubbed her temples.

"Well, I think it's time to give a white dude a shot then," he said.

He gently reached for her hand.

She took his hand, and the current that spread through him rocked him to his core.

"I...I think you might be right Leif. But...but let's...let's take it real slow and just get to know each other as fiends," said Lynne softly.

She released his grip on her hand and walked down the left of the stage.

He turned to face her, and meet her.

"How much slower do we have to go, I feel like I'm running the Olympics with a tortoise? " he said.

She laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Again the cute little snort presented himself. It was nerdy as hell, but also cute. She thought he was funny. That was a good thing. It made him feel warm inside. Warmer than he'd ever felt with a woman. Not just hot but warm. Intriguing. 

"Not that slow. Listen, do you like pool?" asked Lynne.

"I've never played pool before," he said softly.

"I'll teach you. It'll be fun, I promise...maybe you'll learn well and get to make some money off me. And...I'll buy you a beer. I owe you that much I guess, because I didn't call. It really wasn't to be rude. I just....I'm kinda somewhat shy...and....I don't know, I've kinda had a rough time, I was in a bad relationship...and I just...I guess I didn't really feel ready...but you seem so sweet. Please...don't...don't end up being a jerk, or I might wind up being a lesbian," she quipped.

He chuckled.

"I promise to treat you right on behalf of all mankind. It would be a sin for a woman as beautiful as you to give up on men...I tell you what.... the loser buys the beers, and it sounds to me like you already know what you are doing, and I'll be buying you a case of beers by the end of the night. Man. A woman who likes a good cold beer. I like you already," said Leif. 

Her face lit up, and that beautiful chin dimple puckered. It was all he could do not to kiss her sweet little chin right then and there.

"I think I might be liking you too," she said smiling. 

***

She enjoyed playing pool. Her father had taught her, how to play. It was one of the few things she and her father shared outside church errands when she was growing up. The pool hustle had put some extra money in her pockets when she was a struggling college student. 

She also enjoyed teaching Leif how to play. He was different than any other man she'd ever met because he was pretty gentle and didn't seem to be put off by following her lead, nor did he seem to mind that he was losing terribly. 

She helped him with his positioning, properly racking the balls, and learning the fundamentals of the pool shot. To make it a little easier on him, she didn't even make him call his balls at first.

She couldn't help but be distracted by his thick, muscular arms, and broad chest when he took off his leather jacket, and was down to a thick sweater.

She was staring at his arms as he leaned over the pool table. The closer she got to him, the more she realized how devastatingly handsome he was. If not for the dreadlocks, he could probably be a model. Some type of underwear model, with his chiseled features, and those striking blue eyes. 

He soon claimed to be too thirsty to play any longer, but Lynne suspected that his thirst was due to his being distracted as she pushed out her rear out to line up her shots. She didn't really do it entirely on purpose, maybe part of it was, but she also had to stick out her ass to get a good shot because the pool table was in the corner. 

"Fair enough. Let's grab the beer that I owe you. The beer is good here. I like a nice, cold, draft beer," she added.

They both hopped up on the bar stools.

Lynne was a bit of a regular, so the bartender already knew to get her favorite Pabst blue ribbon off the tap.

"Damn, we have so much in common in some ways, that it's scary. That's my favorite beer too," said Leif. 

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. So what other things are you into?" he asked.

He casually threw his arm around her shoulder.

She sort of blushed and then leaned into him a little. She loved the feeling of his arm around her. She inhaled his warmth. He smelled sweet, clean and manly. She didn't know why she was surprised that he smelled so good, because he had those dreadlocks. It was probably the same way he felt when he smelled her hair the first time, and she felt pretty guilty for assuming that his hair would smell different than hers. She was doing the same thing he did to her, when they first met, on accident.

"I come to this place all the time. There's a Karaoke bar in the corner. And...I've been known to sing a few when I get a few in me. And then.....there's the mechanical bull in the corner. I've been known to ride that bull a little bit when I get a few in me there too," she added with a chuckle.

"I don't believe either one. Not as shy as you seem," he chuckled.

"I'm shy, but when I'm with my girlfriends, I let it all hang out," she added smiling at him over the beer.

"It might not be bad, to let it all hang out, with a guy you are interested in seeing too. I...I'm noticing that...well...it's fun being around you. You seem...I don't know...you aren't pretentious and don't do things that you think will impress me. Being with you is like being with the fellas," he added softly.

"Gee, thanks a lot," she added softly, twirling around her glass.

She was growing attracted to him and was not sure if him being reminded of the fellas when he was with her, was a good thing or not...she wanted to take it slow, but she also did not want to only be his friend. She watched his mouth as he talked and thought about what a shame it would be to never taste his hot kisses.

"No, no, no, I'm not saying it's bad at all. It's like. I'm attracted to you like mad, but I have fun with you too. I...I'm being honest I didn't know it was possible to do both at the same time. I, I always end up with girls that I vibe with...kinda like you, and they end up being friends but I'm not like...sexually attracted to them in any way. And then, on the other side, there are some pretty hot girls that I know who...well, I think they are sexy but after a while, it just kinda wears on me that I don't actually like being with them. They are attractive, nice girls, but...no substance there...no meat. Not fun to be around. You intrigue me...you

are crazy hot. You're both...you're both hot and fun to be around,"

"I......I think you are intriguing yourself. Way...way different than I saw you on the stoop. Not.....I mean...I guess I stereotyped you a little...there's more to you than ganja boy...with a guitar. I'm...I'm real interested in getting to know you more too. And...and helping you with your stage presence. You say you play with your back to the audience. You can't do that and be a rock star. You need to get up there, and feel the energy, and not be shy around folks. Go on and get up there," she said pointing at the Karaoke Machine.

"Hell no, Lynne, I don't sing," he stuttered.

"Are you stuttering? You the shy one for once? I thought that was me. I'm the shy one. You're too shy to sing a little song for folks who can't even sing, and are half drunk? That's damn cute. Well then, I'll go up there by myself then. I love singing up there for kicks, and besides if I'm really good, they throw me tips...I've never seen them throw tips at anyone else up there. If you got up there with a guitar you'd really be jamming," she added.

She hopped off the stool and went over the Karaoke bar to make her selection.

***

She sang another piece of my heart by Janis Joplin. It was getting hot in the crowded bar, and she unbuttoned her black and white plaid shirt. She was wearing a simple white t-shirt under the plaid. She was bouncing around the stage now, jumping around like a true disciple of hard rock, and he couldn't help but notice the way her soft little globes wiggled with her every moment. He wondered if she was wearing a bra. His maleness throbbed with lust. What he wouldn't give to palm those small, cute little globes. She was shaped like a pear, and had a really nice ass, but her breasts would certainly constitute a handful in his loving hands.

Loving. He wondered where that thought came from. How could he love her already? And yet, somehow he knew he loved her, because the feelings that he was having for her were deeper than the feelings he'd had for other women before. He was ashamed to say that he'd mainly just slept with women that he'd gotten to know on a superficial basis. He'd never really done the relationship thing before. 

But something about Lynne made him know she was special, and he couldn't take the previous, casual approach that he'd had with dating, and women. Whatever he did with her, somehow, he knew it wouldn't be casual. She acted like a man eater on stage, but it was a front. She was shy in her actual life, when she wasn't performing. And she was so reticent to get to know him. He couldn't break her heart. 

She was so damn cute. Damn cute and sexy as her little breasts jiggled about in that white t-shirt. Testing him. Tempting him. He wanted to bend her over the pool table and give them something to really jiggle for, he thought, as his nostrils flared with the intensity of his longing.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 03



The crowd was enthralled too. Some of the people had stopped drinking at the bar, and they were actively engaged in her performance, even though they had to swivel their neck to see her.

Leif was familiar with Joplin, and he recognized that she'd switched it up and was adding ad-libs. It was then, that he realized that she tested material out in this Karaoke Bar, before she'd do it live before her regular audience in the nightclub. She was so damn talented.

Damn talented and scrumptious. His mouth watered.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 04



***

Lynne was having such fun performing, even singing Karaoke. She needed that rush of adrenaline, it was the only place where she felt unconditional love. On that stage, somehow, someway, she had the power to touch people, and if only for that moment, their eyes were focused on her, and they loved her. Absolutely loved her. And she felt in control of the situation. She knew she had control issues, but...she liked being able to control a situation, after having been controlled for so long. 

And Leif, if he ever was going to learn to be a decent performer, needed to learn how to control a crowd. So before he'd have a chance to decline, she cued the next song, Ain't nothing like the real thing, by Marvin Gaye, and Tammi Terrell. 

Leif claimed that he could not sing, but somehow, she figured he must at least be able to carry a tune if he could play the guitar. And, if he really couldn't sing, and she sensed it, she would be there to bail him out. The stage was the true place where she felt in command, where she knew she had all the experience in the world. As long as the sound was good, on her stage, she controlled the outcome.

He'd confided his fear of performing in her, and she almost felt it was her duty to show him, how very sexy he was, and if he was as talented as he'd led her to believe, and the only problem was stage fright, those looks and charisma should lead him to be able to capture an audience.

She could see Leif recognized the song, because he drummed the table in anticipation.

"Well, Tammi needs her Marvin to sing the song. What did you think I'd sing it solo," she called from the stage.

She then, leapt out into the crowd, and began singing as she weaved between the small cluster of tables near the front of the stage.

"I've found my Marvin Gaye. Every Tammi Needs a Marvin," she added.

Leif look panic stricken.

"I've got you. It's okay baby I got you. I won't let you fail," she offered gently extending her hand.

She was more than ready to just go up and sing the song by herself if he was that frightened and wouldn't follow her lead. However, the fact that he placed his hand in hers told her so much about his personality.

The warmth surged through her as she guided him up to the Karaoke stage. 

She could feel that his hand was clammy, because he was nervous. 

They'd missed Marvin's part when she was gathering him from the audience.

So she led Tammy's verse. She grabbed him firmly by the waist, and looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes. Sure, staring into those blue eyes was part of the drama to get the Karaoke folks worked up into the performance. But his blue eyes were working on her, stirring her even has she tried to get the audience worked up, and "into" their performance. 

She stroked his chiseled face, and broke into,

"Ain't nothing like the real thing baby,"

She could see, his eyes searching hers, and she knew, that even though he was familiar with her singing style, she still held him spellbound by her voice. Good thing for him, she was spell bound by how handsome he seemed, and the more she stared at him, the more she liked, even those messy blonde dreadlocks.

She sang with all her heart and conviction, as though she believed the words that Tammi sang to Marvin on wax. Maybe she already felt those feelings for Leif. 

When her part was over, Leif's face was an inch from her own. And, rather than sing along, he looked as though he wanted to kiss her.

Words bounced around on the Karaoke screen. Her face was an inch from his own, and he was disorienting her, with the clean smell of his bath soap, lingering, on his cheek, but he did not distract her so much that she missed their cues. 

"Babe, it's your line now, come on, you've gotta keep up," she teased.

She was always a natural performer. It had come that easy. Since she was around ten, giving her first "shows" for other children in the neighborhood. 

The audience chuckled at their banter.

"Hell no babe, I'm a guitarist, I don't sing, can't believe I'm up here," he added in rhythm to the song, spoken rhythm, no singing for him.

"I'll let you kiss me goodnight, if you sing the damn song," she chided.

"I read your letters, when you're not here, but they don't move me, they don't groove me like when I hear, your sweet voice whispering in my ear," sang Leif, albeit quietly. 

Damn. That fool could sing. Really? He blew her mind. While he wouldn't steal the spotlight from her, as a lead singer he had an excellent voice to be a guitarist. He probably sang as well as the lead vocalist in his band. She hadn't heard the lead vocalist, but she knew music, and she knew voices, and unless the lead dude in Duce Dutchies sang like Robert Plant, or Chris Cornell, Leif would probably vocally demolish the other dude if he practiced. 

Why was this boy hiding all his talent.

When it was her turn, rather than sticking strictly to the script, she sang,

"Don't he sound real good ya'll give him a 'round cause he's really shy,"

And the crowd clapped so hard, the whole bar was clapping in unison.

"I play the game, a fantasy, I pretend, I'm not in reality. I need the shelter of your arms to comfort me," sang Lynne.

This time, when his lines came around, he was much more confident. He grabbed her, firmly by her petite waist, almost lifting her off the ground, and pulling her close into the circle of his arms, as he sang. 

Then it was her turn to sing. 

While she was singing he whispered.

"I should kill you for bringing me up here against my will. But you're as sexy as hell up here,"

His hot breath, whispering in her ear like that, with all those eyes looking on made a tingle rise straight through her core, and she squirmed, he aroused her so much and made her so nervous she was flustered, and her voice cracked, but with years of skill, she expertly disguised it as a vocal trill.

Then together they sang:

"No other sound, is quite the same as your name, no touch can do half as much, to make me feel better, so let's stay together,"

They sang until the music on the Karaoke track faded, and ended to thunderous applause.

Lynne, the veteran show-woman did a three quarter curtsey, and then, said into the Microphone, I think Mr. Leif should take his bow too.

"Thank ya'll so much,"

The crowd shouted, "More, more, more".

She always left them in a frenzy.

She took the Mic one more time.

"If ya'll want more, you gotta come on and see me at Gray's Alley tomorrow. Or else, I'll be back in a few days, singing on this damn machine again,"

The crowd chuckled. 

She exited the stage to let someone else have a turn, but she always knew once she'd blessed the crowd, no one else touched that microphone for the rest of the night.

Leif exited the stage directly after her.

She was nervous as to what he might say, or if he'd be mad at her for pushing him out there, despite the fact that he had a nice voice and could have a budding stage presence if he wasn't so shy.

"You're crazy as hell, and I like you so much," he murmured, grabbing her on the small of her back.

He pulled her forward, crushing her body to his.

He cupped the back of her neck with the other hand, and with his lips just inches from her own, started to lean in and kiss her, and she trembled a little bit, and turned to offer him her cheek.

It wasn't that she didn't want to feel those small but shapely lips upon her own. It was that she felt nervous, shy and scared, as though she was a little kid, who'd stirred up slightly more than she was prepared to handle. 

He turned her on so much just by touching the small of her back she was scared to let him kiss her. Terrified. She felt like a thirteen year old on her first date. And metaphorically, because she only had one boyfriend, and they'd had a strange relationship, she wasn't that far off. 

"I...I know how to be a gentleman," he groaned, and he kissed her forehead lightly, with a little bit of force, that was halfway between a kiss, and a sensual suck.

"That's all I'll require for now," he added huskily his hand in the small of her back once more, and then he kissed her cheek.

"I'll just keep kissing your face and stay away from your lips for now, until you are ready," he added arduously. He leaned over and kissed her cheek with that same tender relish that was halfway between a kiss and a firm suck. 

When it seemed as though he was ready to lean in and peck her ear, a wave of longing quaked her thighs, and seemed to spread clear between her buttocks. 

Oh my, oh my, she'd never felt such passion before with a real, live man!

She was scared! She didn't know it was possible to feel like that around a real live man. She knew she lacked sexual experience, having only been with one man before, but she felt dampness on her panties, and she'd never really been damp with her ex. She only was damp after playing with her toys. This real life man, was scaring the hell out of her. 

"Ummm...okay...this is moving a little fast for me...let's.....Hey, do you like games...I have the high score on frogger...over there...highest score of anyone in the bar...that's an old school game...I bet no one knows how to play it but me...that's why I have the high score....because it's so old....I love old school games," she said, in a voice that she realized sounded like a panic stricken maniac and she practically ran in the corner to the video game console, anything to be away from the magnetic heat of his kisses on her face.

"If....if that's supposed to be turning me off, it's having the opposite effect. You scared of a little kiss? On your face. No lips. No tongue? A little kiss makes you nervous? A grown up sexy woman like you? I'm....I'm even more intrigued. Are you a good girl Lynne? I like good girls. Can't say I ever knew one as good as you are, but I can wait for you. We can cool it down for a sec. Sure....sure, we can play frogger. I know all about Atari. Those are the only games my old ass brother knows how to play. You're too young to be playing an old ass game like frogger,"

She chuckled with laughter.

"I love old ass games. Old ass games are the best games. You should see the collection I own," said Lynne. 

"I was hoping to get that slight little snort that you do when you are really tickled," he said.

"Don't make fun of me...I hate that I snort when I laugh. I normally try to hide it until I'm close to someone," she quipped punching his arm.

"No, when you snort, its cute as hell," he added. 

"Thank you...I...Maybe I feel a little close to you if I let you hear me do it sometimes, and I don't realize it," she added softly, huskily.

"I'm glad you feel close to me. I already feel so close to you that it's a little scary, in the most wonderful way I could ever imagine. I'm gonna grab us a few beers and I'll be back to beat you at frogger, get the game set up," he teased.

He stroked the crown of her hair and brushed his nose in it. She felt him smelling her but it was a tender feeling, full of reverence. 

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 05



Lynne set the game up by putting enough quarters in for a two player game.  She grinned with relish that her high score was still topping the boards.

She began moving the joystick rapidly, jumping over the computer generated logs and frogs on the screen, attempting to get her frog safely over to the lily pads.  

She felt a warm shiver down her neck, and she sensed the presence of Leif behind her.

"Well Damn.  Looks like you are pretty good," he said his hot breath tickling her shoulder.

She squirmed.  He broke her concentration on the game.

"It's just muscle memory...I...oh shit.  You make me nervous.  Damn It Leif, you made me screw up the level," she said, releasing the joystick.

"What a shame.  Well you've got the high score.  Not my fault if you can't handle me talking close to your neck.  I didn't screw you up on purpose, I swear.  Have a beer.  Have both if you need.  Prepare for your ass kicking," he added handing her both beers.

She chuckled.

He hunkered down with the joystick.  Leif was a lot better than she expected, and his technique, though he wasn't as methodical and careful as she was, was just as good, and he safely guided the frog to the lily pad over several levels.

She watched him engrossed, and sipped her beer.  He played so long she sat her empty beer bottle down, and forgetting that the other beer was for him, she absent minded-ly began sipping the other beer.

At about two and a half beers, she felt more than a little giddy, and almost tipsy.

"Just, just don't beat my high score you shit," she said looking over his shoulder, watching him demolish the levels.  He was very close to beating her high score.  It had taken her about six months of visiting this bar to get that score.  Lately she was only beating herself at the game.  

"Really?  Really Lynne.  Your precious ego can't stand me beating your high score.  That score is the only thing you live for in life.  That's fine...I...I'll be a man.  I'll show you valor.  I'll jump into the air.   There, your ego is spared," he added with a devilish twinkle in his eye.

They chuckled in unison.  

He reached out to her for his beer when he noticed she was already drinking it.

"You're also a little lush.  I asked you to hold my beer, not drink it," he teased taking it from her hands playfully.

"I, I can get you another beer if you don't want to drink it, because I already started it,"

He grabbed it from her fingers.  Then he tipped his head back and devoured the beer with a few long swigs, as though he was the thirstiest man alive.

"You're so shy, that's probably the closest I'll get to tasting you right now, and I'll take it," he added, wiping his upper lip with the back of his hand when he was through with the beer as though it had quenched his eternal thirst.

The sexual innuendo of the way that he swallowed that beer was not lost on Lynne.  

"Wow Leif....I think...I think I had one too many...I need to call it a night," she added softly.

"One too many?  Not that many beers.  What'd you have, two?  You must not drink that much.  Then again too, you're pretty small.  I'll walk you home," he added holding out his arm to escort her.

"I....I don't think that's a good idea.  I had fun tonight, but I drank too much and I...."

"You don't trust a strange man to walk you home.  I respect that.  I wouldn't want to trust a strange man either.  But you look a little tipsy and I want to see that you get home safe.  I'm worried about some other strange man seeing you walk by a bit tipsy.  I wouldn't ever hurt you," he added softly, lacing his arm around hers.

Somehow she believed him.

***

She was adorable as hell.  Even though he'd trounced on her top score, she'd still been a good sport.  Frankly he liked that she loved beer, and old videogames.  

And up close, when he'd leaned over her shoulder when she was playing frogger, he could see the sexy little thing indeed was not wearing a bra, and he could make out the small outlines of her yummy, thick little nipples under the t-shirt.

He'd wanted to push her against the videogame and suck her little breasts through that threadbare white t-shirt so much.  He sensed that she wasn't even aware of how sexy those little braless breasts of hers were.  She probably was going braless so they looked a little bigger, but they were more than enough for him.

He loved the feeling of her arm in his.

"I feel like I've been a fool.  We went out on this date, and first night out, I drink too much.  You probably think I'm irresponsible.  And foolish.  Walking home with you and I barely know you.  Still not sure it's a good idea," she added softly.

"I....I think it's a fine idea.  I'd never take advantage of you and do you harm, while you were tipsy.  I think you're a fun, beautiful woman who likes to have a good time.  I don't think you are immoral because you had two and a half beers.  I've...I've never really meant anyone like you before.  You're so straight laced.  The chicks in LA that I knew were really wild.  You're a breath of fresh air.  Believe me, I can tell you aren't too wild.  Just wild enough to be a fun girl to get to know," he added with a chuckle.

"Well what's that mean?  I'm not boring.  I like to drink.  Smoke a little grass," she said.

He really grinned then.  It was as though they were in high school and she was trying to impress him with how dangerous she was.  He didn't like when women put on for him, but what Lynne was doing was really cute.  He read it as though, she liked him and didn't want her to think she was boring, or else she feared he would lose interest in her.  Trying to impress him wasn't cool, but not wanting him to think she was square was sweet.  Actually, he was riveted by the fact that she was a nerdy, bookworm of a black woman when she wasn't on stage.  

"I know you smoke a little.  It was the first thing you said to me when you meant me.  Then you assumed that I was a Columbian drug smuggler, because of my dreads," he said with a laugh.

She laughed, actually did that cute snort.

"First of all, I didn't think you smuggled dope...but with those blue eyes, you'd be like a Scandinavian drug smuggler or something, not a Columbian.  And second of all, I didn't mean what I said about your dreadlocks.  You look handsome with them....I had to get used to them.  I don't know.  I just pegged you as kind of wild, but you don't seem that way at all...at least not in a bad way," she said softly.

He smiled.

"How do I seem to you then, now that you know the man behind the Rasta locks," he said softly.

She giggled.  

"Nice.  Gentle.  Funny.  Good stuff.  You seem like a wonderful person.  Look I'm just up the block from here.  I can make it home now," she added softly.

Leif looked at his watch.

"It's getting late out.  Sure you don't want me to walk you the rest of the way home.  Since you're so afraid of me, just don't tell me which apartment is yours...I'll just make sure you get in the front door safe and in one piece, once you're inside, you're on your own.  But you look like you can make it up the steps by yourself," he teased.

"I don't think it's a good idea yet...look...I promised you a kiss goodnight if you sang Karaoke with me," she purred softly.

She leaned up, and planted her sweet soft lips on his cheek.   

He felt the warmth flush through him, and he'd never felt so hungry before.  He wanted to just grab her and kiss her passionately, but she was so damn sweet and shy he was scared of turning her off.

"Well, I enjoyed that.  Maybe on the lips next time," he added with a chuckle.

"Of course.  I had a really good time.   I haven't been on a date in a really long time, and this was fun," she added softly.

"I had fun too.  Hey listen, do you trust me enough now that I can get your phone number,"

"Sure," she murmured.  She pecked the numbers into his outstretched phone.

"I'll definitely call you. Are we...look...I don't like to play games.  You hurt my feelings when you didn't call me for a week.  I like you, so I don't believe I need to pretend to be cool, and give it a cooling off period so you won't think I like you too much, or any other kind of foolish games.  I hate that shit.  I like you a lot, so don't be surprised if I call you tomorrow," he added tucking his phone in his pocket.

"I...I won't be surprised at all.  I would enjoy it.  Maybe we can do something else tomorrow.  That is, if you aren't too busy," she added softly.

"I'll never be too busy, for you," he added.

He kissed her hand.

"Good night Leif," she added.

"Goodnight," he said softly.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 06



***

Leif surmised that he didn't live too far from Lynne. He still didn't know exactly where she lived, but he walked a few blocks west from where he'd dropped her off, to his own apartment building. It seemed difficult to believe that such a lovely creature had been living so close to him, but then again too, the city was so huge, he never saw the same folks everyday.

If it worked out well, and he thought things were going awesome, he liked the fact that she would be living so close to him. It meant he wouldn't have to travel far to see her. It also meant he could watch over her with care and concern, just to make sure she got in safely. Help her carry her groceries in if she had need, or lift some heavy things for her. 

It could be dangerous for a woman alone in this city. That was, after all, one of the reasons that she had been afraid of him initially. And he still wasn't certain where she lived, he just had a rough idea. He hoped that soon, he could invite her to his place, or she could invite him to hers. Just to get to know each other, and see what happened. She seemed shy, so nothing needed to happen; but he wanted her, so, when she was ready for something to happen, that was the next logical step for him.

But, it was different than before. The thought of waking up next to the zany, bubbly, urban little creature didn't make him feel claustrophobic at all. He relished the idea of waking up with her snugly in his arms. He was actually dreaming about it now. Wondering, what the lovely creature wore to bed, if she was a wild sleeper, and even if she snored. 

The sweet thoughts were soon overshadowed by the lust. Remembering those soft, scrumptious little breasts and the way they jiggled under the white t-shirt. Remembering they lovely way her ass was shaped and the way it looked when she bent over to rack her balls at the pool table.

How smooth, and soft her skin was, when he pulled her close. The way her hair smelled, like pomade, and vanilla, and almonds, all at the same time. He couldn't help smelling her hair when she'd set up the video game. She'd smelled so good. From the instant he saw her, he felt these love and lust feelings in ways he couldn't comprehend. And he'd wanted to fuck her. He still did. But he wanted something more than that now. He wanted to make love to her first. And the fucking, yes, that would come in time. He was still learning what type of woman she was, but she sure seemed shy and she needed lots of reassurance to let herself go, and be the sensual little creature he could see bubbling just beneath the surface on stage.

She made him hard, but since she wasn't around to relieve that hardness, that also made him a bit sad. He knew something in him was changing. About a month ago, he had the opportunity for some mindless fucking with a very hot blonde chick. These opportunities presented themselves fairly often because of his guitar playing with an underground up and coming band. However, this time the opportunity did not go well, as, he couldn't get it up. Even though she was pretty hot, he just, hadn't felt up to screwing her. 

Frankly, this sex, without connecting to women was getting to be pretty boring to him, at the ripe old age of twenty-three.

Leif hadn't been raised with a lot of hangups about sex. His parents were hippies, and, although they married, they didn't do it until he was ten. They didn't believe they needed a conventional piece of paper to solidify their union. They actually got married for the tax benefits. They never pushed him toward marriage, they encouraged him to experiment, explore, be safe, and do his own thing. They advised him not to get married, or even date seriously until he was absolutely sure of what he was doing. Leif had their countless divorced friends to serve as an ample reminder. 

So, he'd never gone the serious relationship route, never been the least bit interested in it, but he knew now, what his soul was aching for. He could see himself with that Lynne. He didn't know a lot about her, but he was learning that she was quite lovely, inside and out. He knew that in a lot of ways that she was different than him, but she had an intriguing personality, a dynamite spirit, sexy ways, and this sweet, innocent undercurrent that drove him mad.

He was so hard his balls were full and aching. It would be perfect if she were here now. She was so tiny and petite he pictured himself picking her up, throwing her down on the bed and kissing, sucking every inch of her pretty little body, the way he sucked her forehead and her cheeks, until she just groaned, and opened up to him. When she opened to him, he dreamed of licking her, and sucking her for hours.

Once again, he felt a little bit guilty, but her blackness intrigued him. She was so beautiful and exotic to him. He wondered what her fair skin looked like when she was naked. He wondered what color her sweet little nipples were, probably dusky. 

Oh Jesus, his cock ached.

He wondered what her sweet little pussy juices tasted like. Did black women taste different? Maybe sweeter than other women? It certainly excited him to imagine that. He never really tasted a woman before. He definitely had wanted to try it, but somehow it was never something that he got to do with the fast and furious hookups, he was involved with before. He even had a few women, early in his sexual career, that refused him when he offered to respond in kind for the sexual oral favors they provided. Somehow he hadn't got around to giving oral pleasure to a woman, and while he was increasingly embarrassed as the years rolled on that he hadn't added it to his repertoire. He even read several tip and technique books so that he wouldn't be a loser when the time came to try to please a woman orally.

But the longer it went, the more he thought he should save those oral treats for someone special. Someone like that sweet little Lynne. He wanted her to beg, and plead, and cry, and think he was the best lover, and want to keep crawling in his arms, and bed for more, more, more. It now felt like his number one fantasy to go down on that little creature until her juices flooded his face.

That sweet, shy, nerdy little creature that had him so enthralled. He felt like he'd been a pig before, and her being so shy and reticent around him, was his comeuppance for all the crazy things that he'd done to women before Lynne.

He surely did deserve the hard time she was giving him, being so shy. Damn, she wouldn't even give him a peck on the lips as a goodbye kiss. 

And he was so hard.

Damn.

Even with his thoughts wandering from the sensual, thinking about the wrongs of his past, the damn hard on hadn't gone down.

He peeled off his t-shirt and his boxer briefs.

He imagined, her breasts in the t-shirt. That soft buttery skin, and the way her own pale black hand looked in his own white hand, and her full sexy lips. He could hear her giggling and even that snort when she laughed. Even the snort turned him on, Christ! He could see her pear shaped body in that tight black dress, the first time he saw her, with the long legs, and that fabulous ass.

That was all he really needed, and he was very gently rubbing his aching cock, straining so hard he could feel the veins and it felt like he was bursting out of his skin.

What was the woman doing to him, when fantasizing about her, felt better than the last few times he'd had sex with full on women. He burned with lust for her.

He was on his back, but soon that wasn't enough for him to have a satisfying climax, he rolled on his stomach, supported himself on his knees, and thrusted lightly into his hand.

It had been a long time since he'd played with himself like this, but he liked imagining that he was on top of the sweet, light carmel creature, pleasing her, satisfying her. But, when he came, the thought that drove him over the edge was imagining giving her a huge orgasm with his patient lips. Giving her the greatest pleasure she'd ever known, pleasure so deep and so strong, that she scratched at his neck, and pulled his dreadlocks.

In his dream, she even screamed that she loved him!

After he was done, he was heaving, and sweaty, and cleaned himself off with a tissue.

The sexual need for her temporarily expunged, he was still thinking about her, and he smiled, thinking about the impetuous creature, pulling him up on the stage, getting him to sing a duet with him, and how fun it had been to sing aling with her when he'd gotten over his initial nervousness and stage fright. 

How much he enjoyed playing pool with her, and frogger. Sipping beers with her, enjoying her company the way he enjoyed the company of his bandmates...a first for him with a woman, enjoying her, the way he enjoyed being with his friends, but yet she was so sexy.

How cute she was, slightly tipsy when walking home. And he in no way thought less of her for drinking a little too much. He didn't mind that she was a bit of a free spirit. She should let that side show more.

Yep. He was in love alright. He didn't know how this damn love stuff was supposed to work, how long it should take, and also, how he would know when she was feeling the same thing.

*** 

Bright and early the next morning, Lynne's iPhone was vibrating. She thought it would be Janelle.

She grinned everywhere when she realized it was a text message from Leif. 

He had said that he didn't believe in playing games, he liked her and wanted to continue to get to know her. She could not believe he'd texted her so soon, and it flooded her with a sense of relief, because she'd been thinking she was foolish for tossing and turning all night in bed thinking of him.

She'd just gotten some sleep, and she'd finally had to take herself there, again, this time with a favorite toy instead of her fingers...her intention to give herself a strong enough orgasm to get some sleep. And, just as before, she'd screamed Leif at her climax.

She unlocked her phone, and smiled from ear to ear at his text. He wasn't at all about hiding his feelings. He said he missed her. Since he'd been forthcoming with that she didn't feel the need to hide the fact that she thought about him all night. So she texted him this message, and his response, me too, was almost immediate. She responded that she'd had fun yesterday, and his me too was also immediate. He then sent a message about another date, this evening, at his place or hers, wherever she was the most comfortable.

Shit.

She didn't know why, but although she wanted Leif, being alone with him scared her. It was too much temptation. She never felt that much passion, as much as she felt for Leif, for any real person before. What she'd felt for the ex boyfriend of hers was more like a strong affection. She didn't see that then, but she realized it now. He'd singled her out when she was about seventeen years old, and he was almost twenty three at the time. And he tried to mold her into being the kind of woman he wanted her to be. 

He'd wanted her to complete his dream of having the perfect middle class wife, ready to impress his future law clients, and ready to rear children who would be strict adherents to the tenants of their religion. Even though her dad had been high up in the church, in all honesty, Lynne, while being a goody two shoes by most standards, was clearly not good enough by the standards of their faith.

She knew she wouldn't measure up, when she discovered masturbation when she was much younger. By the time she found out the views of her religion on this topic, it felt too good to stop.

After a few years, she would get over this guilt, reasoning that god wouldn't have given her ways to make her body feel so good if he didn't want her to pleasure herself while she waited for the man who would be her husband, whoever that might be.

She had quite the sexual appetite, she even ordered mail order sex toys right under her parents nose, while she still lived at home, disguising them as one of the many bundles of classic vinyl records that she also bought on eBay. But, she was always afraid of the boys in her class. She'd been taught a lot of scary things about guys outside of her church, so she never acted on any of the interest that boys showed to her- until she met Martin at a church sponsored Barbecue. Martin had had his eyes on her since she was fifteen years old, she'd later find out. 

Since Martin was a nice young man, tall, chocolate colored, studying law, working on becoming a deacon in the church, and came from a family of white collar folks (his father was a dentist with a booming practice), her parents loved him. They loved him more than she had loved him at the end, because he represented a social climb. She didn't realize it then, but she realized it now. He bought her a ton of gifts, which she'd never asked for, but was flattered to receive. Flowers, candies, cards, clothes. He'd taken her car shopping when she finished undergraduate. Lynne had given the car back when she made the clean break a year ago, along with any other gifts that were tangible.

Initially, Martin spent long hours sitting on the couch, kissing her. She didn't necessarily like the way he kissed her, but it wasn't repulsive either. He just crammed his tongue so hard down her throat she couldn't breathe. She'd keep backing off from him because he'd kiss her so hard that it intimidated her. But she never stopped Martin from kissing her because it made her feel moist and tingly between her legs, and she actually wanted him to start touching her between her legs, like she felt when she was with Leif.

Since Martin was seriously courting her, her parents would allow them to visit in Lynne's room as long as the door was open. He liked being in her room. He said it made him feel close to her, and he'd play with her trinkets, and her stuffed animal collection. She caught him playing with her hairbrush and smelling her cologne, because he liked how she smelled. At times like this, she felt that he loved her.

Right before her graduation from undergrad, she'd left him in her bedroom to go to the bathroom. He was spying in her room, and found her secret pink box, filled with sex toys. 

Later, he used this knowledge against her, telling her that it was not the proper way, she was spoiling herself, and ruining their future marriage. He'd also threatened to turn her in to the church elders.

He confessed his own temptations, to her, and his own struggle to keep to the strict tenants of no premarital sex. Since Lynn thought she loved him, and he loved her, she figured 'why not' when he suggested that they practice for marriage in secret and relieve some of their mutual sexual frustrations. 

She was his first, and he was hers. She hadn't known any better. It was lousy, at first but like all things, she thought like all things the sex would grow better with time. Her parents, knowing that they were very serious, and that Martin was loaded with Money, turned a blind eye when he brought her home late, or even very early the next morning, as long as they didn't flaunt the sex in their faces, and used proper precautions. After all image was everything...and the church couldn't think that their little Lynne and Martin were having premarital sex.

But as Lynne and Martin started having sex, or trying to anyway, it was so damn uncomfortable to her, that she always ended up pushing him off. She was dry for one thing, when he always tried to do it to her. He'd do a cursory groping of her breasts, stick his tongue in her mouth, and he was raring to go. She supposed that because they were not supposed to be having sex before marriage anyway, in their religion (which she'd recently left), that Martin felt his foreplay was creative enough. Foreplay after all, in his mind was not the way that God intended, since it did not result in having children. 

Honestly, she wasn't sure what they were doing despite their fumbling, because it never seemed deep enough, before it started to burn, and hurt. It always hurt too much and she'd asked him to stop, except the one time, he got really riled up, and pushed her down on the bed and forced himself on her. She wasn't sure how deep he really got that time, but it sure did hurt, and felt a lot deeper and worse than the other times. More than that, it hurt that she felt that she'd lost her dignity. He'd raped her plain and simple and it wasn't like some type of lovers game, where she was pretending not to want it, she really was begging him to stop, and crying her eyes out.

He'd blamed her then, for being a "sexy little tease" as he called it, and not giving him what he needed, what he would need when he was her husband. But he also apologized, saying he didn't mean to hurt her, he just wanted to be in her "deep". 

She wondered if the rape was her fault somehow. Because she thought it was her fault, she kept quiet about it, and decided that rather than making it hard and painful on herself, she needed to relax, and learn how to give in to Martin's advances. After all, she'd have to do that when she was his wife. She also wondered if the painful intercourse was also her fault. Maybe women didn't really like sex, they just pretended for their husband's sake. 

She was built so small, and Martin had been big. He fumbled about, but there were a few times, when he started off caressing her gently that she felt a bit warm and tingly, the same way it did when she touched herself in private, after he went to sleep. But, that only lasted a few minutes, and he always ended up being rough, groping, and making her uncomfortable, quite literally hurting her, and she wasn't a physical weakling when it came to pain. 

As they continued to have sex, she finally felt emboldened enough to complain, and confess that she achieved orgasms easily on her own, and suggested that he try touching her in other ways, that's when he started calling her all sorts of vile things. He also inferred that she couldn't be pleased, because she was used to pleasing herself, which was why the bible condemned masturbation, as it stopped women responding naturally to their men. He also made no reservations about telling her that she needed to learn to "tolerate" proper sex after they were married, and no more sex toys, otherwise, she wouldn't be able to give him children.

When she thought of having children with Martin, being his perfect little "red boned princess" (a term meant to express affection about her fair skin), which was what he called her, she felt sick dread, instead of happiness. And she knew she had to get out of that relationship. Him raping her was the beginning that opened her eyes to the danger of staying with him, and how it would be a hell hole she would never be able to get out of, especially if she got married to him and got strapped down with kids. She'd never get away!

The relationship had just gotten too psychologically abusive. 

So she left. Cut the cord. Moved all the way across town, and out of her parent's home, as she also had to face the truth that she didn't agree with, or believe in a lot of the teachings of the religion of her youth, especially all the ideology about male superiority. The man being the head of the house, and the ultimate rule. She'd always love her parents, but she knew when she broke up with Martin that she needed the space to start finding her own life. 

She'd always been a free spirit, and lived on the edge of the rules of her parents.

It started as a young girl, going to a mostly white, private prep school. Her parents wanted to provide her with opportunities that had escaped them as children. Still, her parents were worried about her fitting in, because she was black, not of a mainstream religious faith, and the Millers had made their considerable money blue collar style. 

Her father stared out driving as a cabbie, bought his own cab, and slowly worked his way to owning a large fleet of taxi cabs in the city, replete with his own drivers wearing red bell hop styled uniforms. She was different than her classmates, the daughters of well to do businessmen, lawyers and doctors. The Millers had money, but there's was a blue collar wealth, often looked down upon by white collar professionals. They worried about Lynne making friends.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 06



But her parents needn't have worried. Although she was shy and quiet, she had a knack for organizing the girls in the class in impromptu harmonies, a quick sense of humor, was down to earth, and she was downright pretty, exotically so, and her classmates flocked to her. 

Since the white girls in her class liked her, she started compromising her faith early, starting first with swearing like a sailor, smoking cigarettes on the sly (she quickly gave these up thinking they were affecting the quality of her voice). Later on, in college, she enjoyed pot smoking sessions with some of the girls she'd befriended in college even though she didn't live on campus. Janelle had been one such friend.

When she could she spent the night in her college friend's dorms. It was the beginning of an escape for her. An inkling that if she left home, and that dogmatic church, she could have a different life. A normal life. One where she could do what she loved for a living. Singing. 

While she lived at home she skirted her parents rules as best she could, still seeming like their little angel, but once she left home, she really felt the freedom to do what she wanted. 

So, without even giving so much as a warning, she quit working in the graduate assistantship that would have put her on the fast track to being a tenured history professor. That was the life her parents wanted for her, solidly upper middle class, involved in white collar work, and the pursuit of the mind, married to a prestigious man, like Martin, who was also positioning himself to have a part time leadership role in their church. 

That was not the life that Lynne wanted, though.

So, she went around answering classifieds for bands, looking for a lead r&b and rock singer. It didn't take her long to find her current band, and she'd been playing clubs for a year. Her profile had risen higher and higher, a stunning voice coupled with a sex kittenish vibe. Her parents were very displeased but she was happy at last.

She knew she needed to reconcile that sex kitten image, with her personal life, and allow herself a little more freedom and liberties with affairs of the heart, but the stage was where she truly felt free, and alive, and even safe to see herself as a beautiful, sexual woman. She didn't feel this safety yet in her "real" flesh and blood life. That was for the stage. 

But now, this Leif dude was trying to make her change the way she viewed herself off the stage as well. Trying to make her feel like that sexy creature, on and off the stage. 

Quite frankly she was scared as hell. She had so much baggage, so much scarring, so much damage, and on some level she didn't think it was fair to bring him into her space. And, she felt like a freak. She was certainly sexually inexperienced to be twenty-three years old. She'd only known Martin and his rough fumbling ways.

And then there was masturbation. Martin was probably right, she probably masturbated entirely too much, and no man would be able to please her. She did it almost everyday, sometimes twice a day, it was almost like a compulsion for her. It gave her relief, joy, lots of pleasure, and frankly after experiencing Martin, she didn't believe that men knew how to give a woman relief, and joy.

She looked at the phone again.

"My place or yours," said the text message.

If they were alone together, in one of their homes, she really couldn't hide her inexperience or nervousness anymore. He would be able to see right through her, would probably know that she hadn't been kissed that much, and only by Martin, and was terrified of being alone with Leif. 

Even worse, what if he was like Martin. Martin had forced himself on her at least once, and probably other times he almost could have, but she acquiesced and gave in, wanting to make him happy. Now he made her skin crawl, but there had been good things about him. He was smart, good looking, protective (which had a dark possessive side), and generous to a fault with his longstanding family wealth...the problem was that money didn't matter to her...it mattered to her parents. 

She lay with him even though she didn't really like it because she thought he loved her, and that was what women did with the men they loved, even if it was uncomfortable.

Even if it wasn't fun like it was with her toys or her fingers.

After the psychological manipulation with Martin, was it any wonder that she was terrified to respond to that text message.

Instead of responding to Leif's text right away, she called her best friend Janelle. She always helped her decide how to respond.

"Girl. Jesus. It is seven AM. What are you doing calling so early," said Janelle.

"I'm sorry sis. But I got an emergency. Please help me," said Lynne.

"What's cracking," said Janelle.

"Remember that white boy I met after my show? Leif? Well...well last night we went out...or...or he came to the club where I was, because I never texted him back, and we went out on this impromptu date-"

"I was wondering why you never texted me to meet you out back and walk you home. I figured you met him after the show. Well did you have fun?" asked Janelle.

"I....I never had so much fun on a date. Not ever. Of course, I haven't really dated much, but...I had so much fun. We drank beer and played pool, and frogger too," she added softly.

"That white boy likes videogames too? Oh my. Sounds like a match made in heaven to me. Set a date yet? You need to register at Target," teased Janelle.

"You're so crazy. But listen. I need some advice. I don't know shit about dating anyone. I know nothing. I...I'm so sheltered. He asked...He asked my place, or his. He wants to get together again tonight. Do you think it's too soon...should I be worried? What if he's crazy," asked Lynne.

"Well, what were you doing during the date last night, just staring at him like a dofus? Instead of thinking about how fine his ass is, you should have been investigating him, and trying to figure out his character to see if it would be safe to spend time alone at his place or yours. Go with your gut sis, does he seem crazy?" asked Janelle.

"NO...No, he seems really sweet," said Lynne.

"Sometimes people are what they seem. Not everyone will be like that ex, who, if he is at all slightly the way you describe him, is an asshole. This boy seemed nice when I met him. He's a little flakey, and sounds like he just flew in on a surfboard, but he seemed really nice, and very into you. I'd trust him, based on what I saw at the coffee house. Sometimes Lynne you have to trust folks, as hard as it is for you to do. You didn't trust me at first, and now I'm your best friend," she teased.

"Should I say my place or his?" said Lynne.

"It's up to you. But I'd do it at my place. That way you have control. If the date is lame you can make an excuse and say you have something to do. You can decide the pace of things. And send him home. And, if you like him, you're comfortable and snuggly in your own bed, and...if he wasn't a good lay you can send him home," said Janelle.

Lynne giggled.

"But what if he's crazy," added Lynne.

"How will you ever meet Mr. Right if you are afraid to invite the boy to your apartment. Are you going to never invite any men to your place because you think they are all nut jobs out to rape you? You're going to be an old woman, alone, with a bunch of cats," chided Janelle.

"No...no, you're right. I like him too much. Sooo much it's scary. So...so I'll invite him over to my place. And I'm going to come up with a safe word. If I text you Lilac, it means that he's crazy and call the police," said Lynne.

Janelle cracked up laughing.

"I don't think the boy wants to hurt you, he just wants to spend some time getting to know you alone, because that's what normal folks do when they like someone. I know your background and upbringing was a little different, but I think he's safe," said Janelle.

Lynne smiled. Janelle was so kind, and a lifeline to helping her reason things out. Janelle was one of the only people who knew the truth about her sheltered upbringing, and her crazy relationship with Martin.

"Thanks for talking to me so early," added Lynne.

"Girl, what are friends for? I'm the maid of honor. That's love. I saw what was happening at that coffee house. Shit. Does he have any brothers....I just wont let those other black activist bloggers know that I've joined you playing in the snow," said Janelle.

Lynne was now the one cracking up laughing when she hung up the phone.

Lynne was a good cook, and she saw a good reason to put it to use now...Leif probably did not get a lot of good meals as a bachelor.

"My House. I'll fix you my homemade pizza, bring the Pabst,"

And so the date was set.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 07



***

He was on his way to her home. He had a case of that Pabst beer in his hand, and he wanted to bring her something nice. Flowers seemed like too much. Hell, he'd love to buy her flowers, but he thought it would scare her off, the way she was.

But, when he walked past the bakery, he saw the perfect gift for her. He wondered if she liked cookies. He bought half a dozen sugar cookies, because they reminded him of her complexion. And he was going to tell her so, and hoped that it didn't offend her. He loved her soft, pale black skin, he found it intriguing, and didn't see why he should hide it. Her soft skin was sexy.

With the sugar cookies and beer in hand, he called her on his cellphone, to let him know he was in the building.

She told him that her apartment number was 605, and he went up the stairs, carrying the beer and the cookies.

She opened the door, and he couldn't help smiling at how cute she was. She'd dressed up in a cute, white, silk blouse and a little peasant skirt. The silk blouse was a lovely accent for her small but shapely breasts, which he glanced at furtively, though he was a bit disappointed that the peasant skirt obscured those gorgeous shapely legs, and her wonderful ass a little bit, because it was so loose fitting and flouncy.

But she was adorable. No doubt.

It made him feel special that she thought enough of him to dress up that nicely for a dinner date around the house.

It also made him glad that he'd chosen a nice jeans and sweater, so he didn't look like a bum. 

"Pizza is in the oven," she added softly.

"Smells really good. So here's the beer. And I got these for you. I hope you like cookies," he added handing her the bag of sugar cookies.

"Leif, that's really sweet. Who doesn't like cookies? We can have them for desert," she added smiling.

"Sounds good. I...the sugar cookies. They remind me of you. They are the same color as your sweet complexion. Please don't mind me, but I think that pretty, honey colored complexion of yours is super hot," he added softly.

She chuckled and blushed.

"I...I guess it's not bad that we are attracted to each other's differences. I'll be honest too. I think your blue eyes are pretty dreamy. I could get lost in them. The differences are intriguing. But even more than that, is...seeing how much we have in common and how much the color shit really doesn't matter..it's a curiosity, we can admit it, but when it gets down to it, we are really just people on the inside," she added softly.

"I agree. Let's drink to that," he added.

They popped the tops on the Pabst beer, and sipped the cans eagerly.

***

She was a great cook.

"Best pizza ever," he added after he'd taken a few bites.

"I think you're just being kind," she said with a soft chuckle.

"No, I'm not, it's really good," he added softly.

"Some of the stuff came from the farmers market up the street, and some of it came from my own garden...right out there on the stoop when you came in," she said.

"You grow your own garden? My family owns a really small farm. Just outside the LA city limits. I.....Maybe when we get to know each other better I can take you. It's not so much the farm stuff like the farmer's market, it's more like a bit of produce, and Linda, or...my mother makes handmade soap and Garret...um, my father does Jelly and stuff like that. It did well for them. Maybe a little too good for Linda and Garrett, you can't really be a good hippie if you make a lot of dough," he teased.

"You call your parents by your first name?" asked Lynne.

"Yeah...why?"

"It's just...I can't even imagine calling my parents by their first name...we are way to formal for that. I'm still scared of them in some ways...not scared of them...I'm just not all the way myself around them...I know they don't approve of the lot of the things I do. The singing and all that..I...I think in some ways I'm a disappointment to them, and what they wanted out of me," she added softly.

"Yeah...that's a shame. It's like that with a lot of parents. My parents were always more like friends than parents. Not a lot of structure growing up. And in some ways I envy you. I....I'm very close to my parents, but in a lot of ways, they treat me like a friend, a trusted friend, and so I find myself now...now that I'm older, and trying to get established...kinda hungry for a more traditional arrangement, when I start my own family. I want my children calling my future wife Mommy, and me Daddy...none of this first name shit, like how I was raised," he said.

He leaned over the beer bottle and looked straight into her eyes.

"Oh Leif, you're scaring me honey, I mean...I don't really know you, but everything you say, feels so right...it can't be this right so soon. You scare me,"

"But we are getting to know each other. More and more each minute. Everything about you drives me crazy....even that crazy little Brooklyn accent. I need to kiss you so much I feel sick, and I'm not gonna wait anymore," he muttered softly.

He leaned over close to her.

She meant him halfway, and said, under her breath, her tone so sweet and husky.

"I...I want to kiss you too," she murmured.

She was so sweet, and shy, he asked for permission to kiss her, and he found it adorable that she responded giving him permission.

***

Lynne hadn't been kissed by anyone except her ex. But she wanted this kiss. She was ready now, and she actually turned her chair forward, towards him a little bit, because they were at an angle that would make it awkward for him to kiss her.

He smelled so good, and his thin, but full lips, looked so kissable, and even, the outline of his slightly rugged jaw, she wanted to grab him and seal the deal, but she was also too shy to reconcile her actions, with her thoughts.

"You're lips are so pretty and sexy," he added leaning forward.

He traced her lips gently, very gently with his index finger, and she whimpered. It felt so intense, the way he explored her, moving the pad of her lip so delicately, as though she was wonderful, and beautiful and something exotic, that he needed to explore.

She understood. It might be crazy, after all, men were men, but she felt the same curiosity, looking at his own pale skin.

She hadn't meant for that whimper to escape though, and after she whimpered, he looked at her with wide eyed shock.

And his nostrils flared, she saw them flare, and she was embarrassed, that she had such an effect on him. She hadn't meant to sound so wanton, and lustful, he hadn't even kissed her yet.

"Mmm, you're so damn cute Lynn," he muttered huskily.

He just lightly, ever so lightly leaned in and very gently sucked the bottom pad of her full lip, pulling it slightly.

A small husky groan escaped her lips, and she felt him pull her close to him by the small of her back, he squeezed her so tight it hurt her, as though he was consumed with lust and afraid that if he didn't squeeze her as tightly as she could, she would disappear into a dream.

She squeezed him back, more as an anchor.

Damn it, he had not even put his tongue in her mouth, and already she felt herself getting moist and tingly. She hoped that the thin peasant skirt was an okay choice now, she would die if he knew she was already lubricating down there, because it leaked on her thin skirt. But she'd never been kissed like this before.

It felt so good, like he wanted to tease, and explore and memorize every inch of her before moving in to try something new, even deeper exploration. He was sensual, oh god he was so sensual, she felt herself melting. 

He still hadn't put his tongue in her mouth, he was now gently tracing the outline of her small but full lower lip with his tongue ever so lightly.

He separated his lips from hers, and placed a soft peck on her lips, the cool air drying the moistness of her lips, shocking her.

"I was wrong earlier. You aren't just cute. You're beautiful," he added.

He placed one hand gently on her knee.

Then, he moved his lips closer to her again. Her breathing was shallow, she ached with passion. This time, as soon as his upper lip made contact with hers, she whimpered again, a little more loudly.

This was after all, the man that she couldn't stop thinking about in the evenings. Every night he gave her such a fit that she masturbated to orgasm, imagining him doing all sorts of things she felt much too shy to actually do with him in real life at this point. 

He very gently began sucking her top lip now, teasing it, suckling the shape, and even the cute little indentation at the top of her lip.

When she moaned, he started licking her slightly under her upper lip, and over her teeth.

Then, it was as if a dam burst forth deep within Lynne. She wanted to feel his tongue so bad. So this, she concluded, was what passion felt like, and she tangled her fingers in his dreadlocked hair, and pulled him down in closer to her mouth.

Lynne showed him none of the tenderness he showed her earlier, she just murmured,

"Wanting to kiss you so bad is making me sick now too," before covering her lips forcefully with her own, angling her head this way, and that way, and none of the ways seemed to let her kiss his full sexy lips enough.

He had great lips for a white boy!

She felt him chuckle into her mouth, and she was worried that he was laughing at her, but he pulled his chair forward, lowering his head to give her better access and squeezing her possessively around the waist.

She now licked her tongue around his outer lips, tickling his lips with a hunger and lust that made her embarrassed and yet she felt helpless to stop the tide of her passion.

He moaned too, and finally he opened his mouth for her exploration. He gently rolled his large tongue around her own smaller tongue, teasing her sensually, slowing down her eager pace, pushed her tongue back into her mouth with this teasing, and then, he started suckling her lips again, before forcefully pressing his tongue into her own mouth.

He reached around, cupped her thigh, and she heard him groan into her mouth, the vibration sending shocks through her.

Then she felt his husky fingers start to trace her chin, and he opened her lips further. Then she felt those delightful fingers start to trace her neck, even as she gripped his own neck.

She felt delirious with joy now as he sucked, and teased her tongue by tracing it with his own in ways that felt equally parts lusty, and loving.

Then she felt his hand slowly and gently trace over her the curve of her breast, headed towards her nipple.

She felt the hot searing fire travel from her breast straight to her nether regions.

"Oh God!" she cried with pleasure. 

"Oh Leif, I can't yet. I like you too much. I need to stop! I need some air. We don't know each other," she murmured sitting up in her seat and quite literally fanning herself with one of her hands. 

Lynne's panties were wet and sticky, with just those simple kisses. And she wanted Leif so bad, but hardly knowing him, made her ashamed that she was slutty for wanting him so desperately, so early on, because of her religious upbringing. She couldn't want him already, and this was her first time alone with him.

And also, she didn't want to make a bad name for her race in his eyes. She didn't want him to think that all black girls were easy. Well, she wasn't easy, but she didn't want him thinking that about all women based on her wanton behavior.

But most of all, due to the rough behavior of her first boyfriend, she was frightened by the thought of full on intercourse. And she knew enough about men and women to know that, even though she'd been reared conservatively, most men, if she kept kissing them like this would expect full on intercourse.

The way Martin had been so rough with her, forcing it on her, when she didn't even like the feeling of it, made her afraid of penetration, and, even though she enjoyed kissing, and making out, and even dreamed of Leif stroking deep inside her, the reality of it, frightened and repulsed her, understandably so, her first experiences with sex were very negative.

"Okay. Okay. I told you before, we'll go at your pace. I like you. Getting to know you. I loved kissing your sweet mouth, but if that's too much for you right now baby, I'll ratchet it back a bit. I think you liked that kiss too, so I don't think you'll resist me forever. It's fine. What do you want to do now," he asked.

And Lynne looked at him.

She studied his face for a long time. Even though she didn't want to kiss anymore he didn't seem the least perturbed or angry. He still seemed soft and gentle. She wasn't sure if she was inadvertently testing him or not. But, he was passing with flying colors.

"You sure you aren't mad," she asked softly.

"Why the hell should I be mad? I like getting to know you. Kissing is one way, and that was a fun way. But, it's cool just talking to you. So....you got any good DVDs to watch, anything on your DVR that you like to see...anything, I'm up for it," he added.

And he shocked Lynne by leaning in and kissing her forehead as though she were an angel.

And she felt so special she wanted to cry. Because he seemed so patient and kind. Maybe what she was feeling was even love. And that scared the hell out of her. It was only three dates, so how could it be love. Did the other two times they spent together count as dates? How could she love him already. 

"I....I got some ideas. Lets go to the living room," said Lynne

***

"You ever watch Jackass," she asked tentatively.

"What, you mean that show where white boys make fools of themselves doing dangerous stunts? I mean, I think it's hilarious. Is that why you're dating me? Think I'm gonna pull some Jackass stunts for your entertainment, just because I'm a white guy? You think I'll be your own personal jackass?"

Lynne collapsed into giggles.

"No, I mean...I'm just saying...that it's funny...I didn't think about the fact that they really are all white men acting like jackasses. Until you said that I never noticed that there are like no other race jackass representatives. They are some silly ass white boys, and they make me laugh until I cry, but I wasn't making fun of white guys when I said it,"

"I'm just giving you a hard time. I actually laugh at Jackass quite a bit. It's funny, put it on," he added.

He liked that she had a great sense of humor...he didn't know any chicks cool enough to sit and actually watch Jackass, let alone, store the old episodes on their DVR, since the show no longer came on. 

After they watched a few episodes of Jackass she said,

"Now let's make it fair. Time to watch a black man making a fool of himself. My favorite one anyway," she added.

So they watched this Chris Rock program that she'd taped on the DVR. For the whole first thirty minutes they cracked up laughing.

Then he made a few jokes about racial politics, and Lynne put the DVR on pause.

"We don't have to watch anymore here Leif. He says some pretty wild things on that tape and I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I don't want you to misunderstand and think I'm some kind of racist black woman when he starts talking about politics, and white black relations...Especially with the two of us getting to know each other. I really forgot that shit was on there," she added softly.

"Hey, I like you, and if we are going to date, well, we gotta be comfortable with that type of shit too. Sometimes you have to laugh to keep from crying, and I kinda think that's where his head is at. I mean...I never thought about what it must be like to grow up...as a black person...but then...now that I'm liking you I thought about what it might be like a little bit, and it must suck. People make their stupid racist comments, some people just don't want to see you get ahead for no reason, people look down on you for no reason. So...if you gotta poke a little fun at those folks who are doing it, or even crack a few white guy jokes, that's cool by me," he added with a smile.

"That's....that's a heavy thing to say. And It's sweet and well meaning. But I like being a black woman. It doesn't suck growing up black, it only sucks because we live in a racist world. I won't lie, it hurts when people target you, or say dumb things. But most of it is cool. There's a rich culture there, a heritage, and I'm proud to be a black woman. But that having been said, people are people, and I like everyone...People are more alike I think than they are different. The differences are the cherry. They make it interesting...like those blue eyes of yours...I think it's safe to celebrate the differences, as long as we know we are all people under that skin," she said. 

"I...I....love...damn it Lynn, I love how you think," he added softly.

"I have been liking how I think for years, and I gotta say that I like how you think too," laughed Lynn.

"You want another beer," she asked.

She got him another cold beer from the fridge. He liked that she was so thoughtful, bringing him treats from the kitchen. He wanted the chance to wait on her as well. Maybe next time they could do it at his place. 

"Time to do something a little less serious," she called, coming from the kitchen.      

He'd gone over to her book shelf and he was looking at her books. He knew that he could tell a lot about a person by the books that they had, and since he wanted to know everything about her, it seemed logical to take a good look at her collection. She had books by black women authors, mostly he recognized them because they'd be on PBS or some other station talking about their books, Maya Angelou, Alice Walker, Toni Morrison. She also had Shakespeare and Wordsworth. Some books by some Asian authors, hispanic authors, white authors. She had more women authors then men authors, but she definitely had some male authors. He liked seeing the variety. That was probably why she was so broad minded, and witty. 

She seemed damn smart with all these books, and with her shy nerdy ways and those adorable little glasses he bet she'd probably read most of the books on her shelf. 

There were also so many history books on her bookshelf, he was overwhelmed with the depth of those books. He was familiar with the English books, mainly because that had been his favorite subject in high school. He thought he needed to understand literature to be able to write good songs. 

"Lot of history books on this shelf...you gotta be pretty smart Lynn," he added, his voice thick with infatuation, when she returned to the room.

"I do okay I guess. I guess a lot of folks would say I'm smart. I might be a little smart, but mostly, I just kept taking more college classes after everyone else got bored with it. I majored in history, so that's the reason for all the history books. The other books are authors that mean a lot to me. I did minor in English though," she said.

"Well you seem smart to me. You even look smart, with your glasses on, but not in a bad way...in a real cute way. Where did you go to college?" asked Leif.

"Ugh, I hate saying. People expect more from me then," laughed Lynne.

"I just want you to relax and be yourself, all day, everyday Lynne, I love that side of you...when you are bubbly, funny, and completely yourself. Where did you go to school?" he repeated warmly.

"Yale," she added softly behind her hands, as though she were hiding because she was ashamed. 

"Damn, you must be smart," he added softly looking at her with quiet awe.

"I guess. What about you, where'd you go," she said.

"Nowhere...absolutely nowhere. I graduated high school okay. I got B's and C's mostly. A's in English. That was my favorite subject. But I knew college wasn't for me. I had other plans. I wanted to become a musician," he said with a grin.

"Hey college is not for everyone, and at least you found out early what it was you wanted to do. You were different than me, wasting time getting a bachelor's and master's only to find that you didn't want to do any of that shit to begin with. That you wanted to be a singer. I'm not using any of my history degrees, what a waste, at least that's what my parents think," she said, sighing so heavily she blew the fringe of her hair with her breath.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 07



"I um....I don't think it's a waste that you got the degrees. You're a smart lady. Besides, how can you write songs if you don't have a broad mind, and don't study. I study lots of shit, and I've made my own program of deeper study of the things I like. I'm just kinda anti structure and I knew college wasn't working out for me...where they decide what you have to study, so I didn't even like, try to apply. But for a focused person like you, none of it is time wasted Lynn...it's all leading to something, even if it just makes you an interesting person to know. Nothing about you is a waste, lovely, I swear...I've seen you on stage, the music is your calling. Don't worry about what others think," he added gently stroking her cheek with his finger.

He couldn't help being tender towards her. It pricked him a little that anyone so lovely would think that she was a waste, just because she wasn't using her degrees. The degrees were good, but they didn't matter to him. What mattered to him was that she was interesting to talk to, beautiful, and smart. He didn't want her to feel as though she'd failed to measure up at anything, just because she wasn't using those degrees. He'd seen her perform, and he knew, she was gifted and didn't belong only cooped up behind history books in the library. 

She looked up at him, and her eyes just glowed with tenderness, as though she'd been waiting to hear someone say something like that to her for her entire life. The feeling between them was thick, and heady. She leaned over and gently, impulsively kissed him on the cheek.

"Thanks Leif. You are supposed to be able to play a mean guitar...I bet you are talented. When are you going to let me see your show," she asked.

"Whenever you can make it from your own riveting show," he said with a grin.

"As soon as I can, I will, I'll get there early so I'll be in the front," she added sweetly.

"It's not as riveting as your shows. I don't have that whole stage presence thing down pat. But I won't lie, I can really play a mean guitar...I've been playing since I was eleven. My parents wanted me to go to music school, but once again, all that structure, I was like hell no...but...but...I'm a really good guitarist. Bands try to poach me all the time. Still got to work on my stage presence, but I'm really sick...I want you to see me on stage," he added softly.

"I....I believe you. Hey Leif...that was a nice thing you said earlier...about me being smart...and nothing about me being a waste...I...I needed that...I just feel so..."

She looked up at him angelically. 

He grabbed her. He dotingly kissed her forehead, again, and again.

"Lovely? Special? You are both lovely and special. Glad I can help you feel what is already true," he added with a grin.

She blushed.

"Are you always this smooth?" she asked softly, fluttering her eyelashes, her face an inch from his own.

"Hell no...I'm not trying to be smooth. It usually doesn't get to a point where I'm having these deep conversations. This is completely new, I love this. Getting to know you. I wanna know everything about you woman," he added.

He cupped the back of her head possessively. She smiled and said

"I wanna know everything about you too," and she giggled with her happiness.

He made her so giddy she giggled, and he was happy about that. He felt giddy too. If he were a woman, standing next to her, with the loving words going back and forth, he probably would be giggling too. 

It was really the chin dimple that did him in, though. He'd loved that thing from the first minute he saw it forming when she chuckled on the step when they'd met. He gently grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her face towards his to tenderly kiss, first the puckered up little dimple at the bottom of her chin.

And she murmured throatily, teasingly...

"My mouth is up higher,"

And he responded

"I know, I just wanted to kiss this cute dimple first, it's been bothering me since I first saw you on the stoop," 

And, only after kissing it several times, did he lean in, to tenderly kiss her, and this time, he controlled the meter and the pace of the kiss, and she exquisitely followed his lead.

***

His kisses melted her like butter. It was something about the way he leaned in, gently...nothing forceful about it, and then, when their lips touched, how warm and sensual his mouth was, and the flavor of his lips, sweet and she could taste a hint of his spicy aftershave.

And then, how he gently, slowly, coaxed her lips apart. He kissed and suckled her lips gently, as though her mouth was delicious and he wanted to slowly savor the treasures it held.

He kissed her like, he understood this slow seductive teasing made her melt, made her want to acquiesce, and open her lips up for further exploration. And, he didn't even want to put his tongue in her mouth until her lips were open, wanton, and begging.

He kissed her like, she was beautiful and exotic to him, and she held the keys to something rare, and something true, but he could only explore it if he teased and coaxed gently. She'd never felt kissing like the way Leif did it to her.

When he was sucking her bottom lip, she whimpered again, and he murmured into her mouth.

"It's so damn cute when you moan like that, and I haven't even started kissing you yet, really...you're just too damn sweet," he added with a whisper.

He gently bit her lower lip, and she moaned lowly this time.

Then, satisfied she supposed that he had her trembling and gooey inside, the proof being that her lips were open, he gently probed his tongue inside.

He filled her with so much passion, that now that he'd entered her lips, with his own tongue, she gathered his long dreadlocks pulled his face deeper into her own, and started kissing him back passionately.

He groaned this time, squeezing her tightly as though none of the ways he held her allowed him to squeeze her tight enough.

She didn't have that much experience as a kisser but she was a passionate woman, so it wasn't hard to figure out how to tease him. She copied the motions that Leif had shown her these last two times, what made her feel so good, and she was getting wet again, all that luscious teasing, the slow luxurious tongue rolls, the sucking, the push and pull of eager tongues back and forth between their lips.

He traced her neck and shoulders with gentle finger tips as she took her own turn leading the kiss, further increasing her intoxication, and she loved the feeling of his fingers. They were rough in their texture, probably because he played the guitar, but they were so gentle she wanted to feel his hands all over her body.

Oh shit, the passion scared her so much. It was such an out of control feeling, like she wanted to feel his mouth all over her, in other places, and things felt like they were spinning way too fast.

She tried to separate her lips from his own, but he grabbed the base of her neck and groaned, pulling her face even deeper into his own, teasing her lips apart again with his tender, sexy explorations.

He pulled her to him so fast, her shirt came untucked from the waist of her peasant skirt, and he must have noticed it, how he noticed she didn't know, but soon she felt his fingers and palm gently tracing up and down, running from the small of her back, to the middle. 

He separated his lips from her own. He leaned over close to her and kissed her ear.

"I've never felt such smooth, perfect skin before...beautiful, honey colored black skin...I can't get enough of you Lynne, never wanted anyone so much before," he muttered passionately.

She felt beautiful to him. She also felt delirious with passion, her skin tingled so much where he was rubbing her. Soon he was tracing her from her upper back to the small of her back, under her shirt, with gentle hands, and it felt so delicious. 

He didn't give her a chance to respond, to his compliment or even say thank you.

He gently traced her collar bone, bringing his touch down in gentle circles, lower and lower. This time, instead of whimpering and asking him to stop when she felt his hand hovering dangerously close to her left breast through the thin, silk material of her dress, she moaned softly, and when his hand gently caressed the small curve of her breast, her moan turned into a husky groan, as her nipple strained through the material of the shirt, and saluted his eager palm. Oh dear god, his hand felt so good palming her aching breast, she almost wanted to open her shirt to give full access to the gentle touches he gave her with the rough pads of his fingers, but she felt shy. 

And she wanted him kissing her and sucking her everywhere. She yearned so much she felt sick. She hadn't known what passion was like but she knew what it felt like now.

He pushed her up to the wall next to her bookcase. She felt trapped, but deliciously so, like there was no place for her to run, and hide, and get away from her feelings.

"You're beautiful you know that, and I couldn't stop thinking about kissing you, and now that I finally have, I can't stop thinking about what your sexy mouth tastes like," he panted in her ear.

"Oh Lief, your kisses taste sexy too. They make me feel so good. So good, I think we should stop, I'm scared," she whispered softly.

She glanced down shyly, and she saw the hard bulge in his pants. And, if she was making him feel that way, she knew that soon, he'd be raring and ready to go, and there would be no stopping him...at least that was what she was used to with a man.

"Don't be scared of me baby, I won't hurt you, I want to make you feel good. That's all I want," he added gently, kissing behind her ear.

Then he was nibbling her earlobe, and soon he was necking her.

"Oh God!" she moaned, pulling him deeper into her neck by his dreadlocks.

After she moaned oh God, he stopped kissing her. His nostrils flared, and his pupils were dilated.

"You have such a sexy voice. The way you moan, when I kiss you. No one has ever moaned like that for me...just with kisses. It's so sexy. You're a passionate woman Lynne. Believe me, I'm moaning inside too...I feel like moaning oh God too," he whispered hotly.

He hiked up her peasant skirt gently and started tracing her left knee.

She knew where his tracing of her left knee was heading, she could feel his hand slowly sliding up her thigh, and she was nervous and wanted to squirm away, but he held her in between the wall and the crook of the bookcase, and before she could turn away, he was doing that sweet, sexy kissing again, where he gently sucked on her tongue, and soon she was sucking on his again too.

Her panties were flooded with love cream now, it was getting so bad that she prayed she didn't have to sit down, or there would be a huge wet spot on the thin, cotton material of her peasant dress, and she'd die of embarrassment if he knew how wet she was.

She couldn't let him find out how wet she was, she squirmed away from him, but he traced her lips gently with his tongue, and before she could swivel her hips away from his fingers, his thumb gently trailed the lower elastic of her white panties between her thighs.

Her panties were so wet, the entire crotch was soaked, and she ached with tension and need between her thighs. The need to be caressed so softly.

The secret was out now. She knew she'd gone entirely too far, too fast with Leif. He was such a sexy white boy, but she didn't want him to think she was easy, and here she was, on their third date, with her skirt hiked up around her knees, and him tracing the elastic band of her thighs with his thumb.

And now he knew she was soaking wet.

She started to panic.

"I.....I don't think....Leif I don't think we should do this baby..." she murmured, her voice a little startled but still husky with passion. 

"You might not think we should do anything, but your lovely body is doing its own thinking. I can be gentle. I won't hurt you. We don't have to go all the way. I want to make you feel good. Because you're beautiful, and I like you so much I feel sick with need inside my soul. Doesn't really matter about me right now. I can be a giver, I want to give to you. But if you really don't want to, I'll stop right now, because I never want to hurt you, or make you scared," he added softly.

He looked serious and gentle but he wore a sexy smile.

She didn't want him to stop whatever he was doing, so she was quiet, then gave him a shy nod. Oh god did she want whatever he was going to do to her! But she was also afraid to act too enthusiastically...didn't want him to think she was a slut for moving too fast.

And was he ever gentle when he slid three husky fingers up under the crotch of her panties. 

He was so gentle and his fingers felt so good that she just whimpered,

"Leif,"

He left the fingers limply there for a few seconds to gage her reaction.

"Lynne...You're so wet baby. Lovely and wet..it feels so good on my fingers. Let me help you...let me make you feel good sweetheart," he added gently.

He slid his fingers upward, under her damp crotch, and Lynn braced herself. She didn't know why, but she thought he was reaching to find a place where he could push his finger inside, and that always hurt, and didn't feel good.

Instead of enjoying the moment and the pleasure of his three fingers resting lightly in her nest of curls, she was almost figuring out ways to stop him before he tried penetrating her with his finger, or worse, more than one finger.

But Leif didn't do that at all. He started gently moving his hand upward under her panty crotch a little more, and then he started tracing her lower lips in these gentle circles, and she instinctively arched her back.

Oh God! This boy touched her almost the way he touched herself. She realized that he'd been searching under her panties with his fingers to find her clitoral hood, not to penetrate her with his digits. He made sure, as he traced her in these gentle circles that his middle finger as close to her clitoral hood.

He knew that would bring her such pleasure. He cared about her pleasure, she already could tell, and her eyes were now flooding with moisture the same way her panties were flooded down below.

She felt that familiar tickle she felt when she started to touch herself good. That luscious tickle that bursted into a hot pocket of pleasurable flames and made her thighs quake over, and over again.

She'd never felt that tingly feeling that she felt, when she masturbated at any other time. She'd never shared these tingly feelings with another soul. The feeling was growing with intensity, turning into a sweet, overwhelming glowing throb, so fast.

It was happening so fast, she never felt so good before, the burst of pleasure that flowed between her legs was so intense, she felt the hot tears falling from her eyelids before she realized she was crying.

As she started to cry, she let out a loud, lusty, orgasmic moan.

Two startled blue eyes looked into her own, she couldn't process through her pleasure that the tears falling and the loud cry would made him concerned that she was in some type of discomfort.

Everything was blurry behind the veils of her eyes through the tears as she felt the pulsing pleasure. It was so good! It was so much better than when she touched herself alone, the pleasure was stronger, and would not stop. She rocked her hips back and forth against the wall so hard she was rocking the bookcase.

The pleasure felt like it would never culminate, but then it reached a peak so high, as he sucked gently at her lower lip, she couldn't contain her joy.

She broke off their kiss as the waves of orgasm began to hit. 

"Oh God, I love you!" she cried out very loudly as the spasms of joy rocked her womb and thighs.

As soon as she said it, her heart raced! She did, realize now...actually as soon as he reached his had up under her skirt, that she loved him, because no one had ever made her feel like this when they touched her. As soon as his gentle husky fingers reached under under her panty crotch, she knew in her heart she loved Leif!

But she also realized that was stupid, because, her body did love him, but how could she love someone she barely knew. And most importantly, she didn't want to scare him away. Three dates in and she moaned that she loved him.

Damn it! He was going to be terrified of her now. She was green, but even she knew enough to know that telling a guy you loved him on the third date would scare the shit out of him. Now he probably really thought she was stupid, and easy.

But his reaction surprised her.

He gently dislodged his fingers from her panties, knowing she was satisfied, and he kissed her forehead. Then he squeezed her close to him with the hand that hadn't been touching her.

"Touching you like that was lovely to me. Are you okay. I didn't hurt you did I? I thought I was gentle as a feather, but I saw some tears," he added lovingly running the hand that wasn't under her panties, gently through her hair.

Oh God, even the way he ran his fingers through her hair made her feel special.

"I...I'm...I'm fine. I...I didn't mean to startle you. I..." shit. She was so embarrassed.

She wriggled away from him and let her skirt fall appropriately down past her knees.

"That's okay. I....I enjoyed that. I hope you did too. Did you come sweetheart? It felt like you did, I just want to be sure...if you didn't, I'm happy to try again until you finish lovely," he added softly.

Did she come! Was he mad? Didn't he see her writhing with joy against the living room wall. Did he hear her scream that she loved him. She was mortally embarrassed.

She knew her face was flushed with so much color.

"Yes, I did. I...I never felt like that before. I never...I...I've never done that so quick before Leif....I....I...I never did it so soon either,"

"It's okay, I....I've never...I never...I never had an effect like that on anyone before sweetheart. I enjoyed it as much as you did, just seeing how beautiful you were, when you climaxed, and seeing you enjoy it, and feeling this," he muttered.

Lynne glanced out of the corner of her eyes, and three his fingers were almost level with her face, and for some reason, she hadn't thought about how messy and sticky his fingers would be. 

Seeing it she was mortified, and she thought he was hinting around for something to clean off his fingers.

"I'm sorry about that, I'll grab you a wash cloth from the bathroom, and you can clean off your fingers, damn I am so sorry," she said, her eyes downcast, staring at her toes.

She remembered how Martin had acted when he touched her, when they snuck around alone in his apartment, and she hadn't even gotten wet, never been wet like this before. She didn't want him disgusted by her juices on his fingers.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 08



***

Leif hadn't meant to start feeling her up under her skirt. It definitely wasn't that he didn't want to touch her. Oh he did. In fact, if she wasn't so shy, he longed to make love to her right now. Not fuck her..that could come later...right now he wanted to make love to that beautiful creature and leave her coming everywhere, just like she came on his fingers. He'd felt those sweet little lower lips of hers, with the coarse little exotic hairs, throbbing with joy. He just...he wanted verbal confirmation that he'd pleasured her because it was the gentlemanly thing to do. 

But, he hadn't wanted to caress her under the skirt, because he knew how shy she was, how she insisted on taking things slowly, and he didn't want to scare her away from him, by moving too fast, too soon. She'd warned him carefully about that, and in his eagerness to explore her sensually, he hoped he hadn't blown it with her, by scaring her away. 

It just happened. Really it happened because she looked up at him like a sweet little angel needing reassurance, and a bolster of self-confidence to understand that she was not a failure despite not using her Yale degrees. He'd meant what he said, but the compliment rushed through her, he could see the comfort and happiness flood her features...her cute beige skin blushed with his compliment.

And then, he'd started kissing her and then she was so damn cute. After that, the primal, lusty part of him took over, when he was kissing her hot mouth, because he loved the way Lynne tasted. He'd never tasted a woman's mouth like hers, so hot and full, and sensual. But when he reached under her skirt, he'd really wanted to make her feel good, just sensual ecstasy because it seemed like she was hurting in some secret, private place, and he'd wanted to flood her senses with joy instead of that pain she was carrying.

And when he touched her, actually just her thighs, he could tell she was already wet, and aching. He'd meant just only to tease her crotch a little bit, and see how she responded to the comfort and joy he wanted to bring, but when he teased the little elastic edge and felt she was wet, clear through there, why, he couldn't just tease her- he wanted to please her.

She hadn't tried to stop him then, he didn't expect her too, because if she was that wet she was aching for him to relieve her. The knowledge that she needed a physical release had left him feeling powerful, proud, his aching member straining against his jeans and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.

He could tell that she didn't have a lot of experience. The good pleasure made her cry. But it didn't scare him away. It made him love her more. Not just like her. It made him love her, because it seemed like she didn't fool around with a lot of men, and, if she let him pleasure her, and sexually it felt so good to her, it made her cry, she must be starting to care for him deeply. He wasn't used to such emotional shit with the sexual, but he loved it with her, because he loved her. He already knew, before her orgasmic declaration of love. 

But, after the tears, when she cried she loved him, he couldn't help hoping that she didn't just say that because she was coming. He'd never had a woman scream that they loved him, but he had women scream all kinds of crazy things when they were pleasured, and he couldn't be sure that screaming that she loved him wasn't just a reflexive response that made the pleasure even better while she came. 

If she meant it, he hoped she'd say it again, so he could respond, that, hell yes, he already knew that he loved her too...and gauge her for how serious she was ready to take things. If she was ready, to get more serious, even very serious, he damn sure was ready! He was smitten!

He didn't know how he knew, he loved her, how many other girls he'd dated before, but it never clicked like this, like lock, and key and he was learning about love just like she was through her explosive orgasm at the gentle rubbing of his fingertips, it was something intangible that you couldn't explain, but it took you over. She was taking him over!

If she didn't say 'I love you' again soon, maybe soon the time could present itself so he could ask her again, if she meant it, and tell her that, indeed he loved her too. Or, maybe, just maybe she'd go and do something sweet and adorable and he could confess his adoration, and pretend he'd never heard her say it first.

She was so damn sweet, and shy, and he wanted to eat her up with a spoon, and lucky for him, he had her damp, sticky wetness all over his fingers from rubbing her so good and gentle until she came. He'd never been with a woman so sensual. She might not have had oodles of experience, it didn't appear that way, but she was so sensual he thought he'd cream his pants touching her. The moaning, the whimpering, the tears, the way she screamed she loved him. Her voice was downright erotic, and he really believed he could come his pants just listening to her feverish little inner city voice yelling loudly that she loved him. Just like in his dreams when he pleasured her orally. 

She came like a little rocket when he touched her and her wetness inflamed him. 

He'd only been rubbing her lips, and the coarse little hairs, lightly about a minute or so. He rubbed and touched her the way he imagined, he'd want someone to touch him if he needed some loving comfort.

He wanted to explore her further, with his mouth and taste her, but he didn't want to press his luck. She looked like she wanted to run into the corner like a bad little girl being sent to time out. Even that, the shyness when she'd been wanton before, inflamed him with lust. His balls ached.

He was just about to lick the sweet wetness from his fingers when she'd mentioned something about getting a washcloth. It jolted him back to reality. Was she mad? There was nothing on earth finer than having his fingers wet up by this woman he was growing to love.

"Now, why on earth should you be sorry that my fingers are wet? I'm glad. It means that I'm doing a good job...and as far as cleaning it off...I wouldn't waste your nectar for anything in the world," he moaned.

He moved his fingers to the pad of his lips.

"No, stop, don't do that, I'll get you something to clean up!" she cried.

"I....I don't need anything to clean up," Leif sighed, and stuck all three fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.

After he sucked them clean, he groaned,

"You taste so sexy and sweet, like musky honey. You....you're the only woman I ever tasted like that before...but so damn sweet and lovely I hope that you aren't too shy to let me have the full experience, just with my mouth kissing you like that, until you feel that joy like you felt just then. You taste so good to me! I won't rush you baby...at your own pace. I know you wanna take it slow. We can still be as slow as it needs to be," he added softly, huskily.

***

"Leif....I....I'm glad you still want to take it slow...but I...I shouldn't have let that happen so soon...I...I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me...I...I'm...I don't want you to think I'm easy," she added softly.

She felt a little humiliated. She'd already let him touch her, she barely knew him. She came real quick, and then there was the shout of I love you...and...she thought she loved him already, but she should not have told him...she didn't want him to think that she was stupid, green, and naive. Besides, she was pretty sure that even though she might love him already, he did not reciprocate the loving feeling. 

"Just relax Lynn. It's alright. I hardly think that you are easy sweetheart. Not at all. I think very highly of you as a person. It doesn't change because we made out a little. We are grown adults getting to know each other, who happen to care about each other a lot," he added kissing her forehead gently.

"I do like you Leif, a lot, so much it's making me do some weird shit I don't usually do..." she added softly.

"That's good, because I like you too, a hell of a lot. Enjoying each other physically, that's just part of the getting to know and enjoy each other, like watching Chris Rock and Jackass," he added softly.

But, Lynne was still embarrassed, that she'd let him touch her so soon, that she came so quick, and that she said she loved him.

Her face just flushed with embarrassment.

"I guess so. I don't do this all the time.....don't....I never....Leif I don't want you to think I'm not a lady...I mean, I like to have fun, and be romantic, but I still want you to know that I'm a lady," she added her voice wavering softly.

"I, I still think you are a lady Lynne. Enjoying some pleasure with a man who is attracted to you, and cares for you, doesn't stop you from being a lady. I can tell you are a sweet, good girl Lynn, and I love that about you. Look, I think you are feeling a little overwhelmed at what just happened, so we should call it a night. I'm going to call you tomorrow okay," he murmured sweetly, and he kissed her forehead chastely.

She loved when he kissed her forehead. She felt beautiful and precious whenever he kissed her forehead, while feeling silly for feeling this way, because, she had no way of knowing that he didn't kiss every woman's forehead that he dated. He probably made every woman he came in contact with feel special, as smooth and handsome as he was. 

There was still no talk of the 'I love you' that she moaned. Since he didn't say anything about it, she hope he'd forgotten. She was still pretty embarrassed, about coming so quickly and her wetness being everywhere. And he was so gentle, oh god he was so gentle she could come again just thinking about how he touched her. But she was also overwhelmed with how sexy he was, the way he'd tasted her, and told her that she tasted sexy. It made her feel sexy, and feminine in ways that she'd never imagined she could feel. She never imagined that a man would taste her juices the way she'd tasted herself in secret, and what's more, that he would love it. He sucked his fingers like he'd dipped them in chocolate cake icing. Thinking of it sent a shiver through her. 

She never, ever thought that she'd share this sensual connection with another soul, and it was so overwhelming to think that he could be so gentle, passionate, and sexy...he seemed so smooth, and experienced, she was scared that he was much more advanced at matters of the heart, and sexual matters than she was, and he might think she was naive, and foolish.

She had to be careful so she didn't get hurt. He was just too suave, too sensual, and knew just too much what he was doing. He probably made women tremble with lust, and cry with passion all the time...she was just caught up in his spell because she didn't know the first thing about men or sex.

She felt so stupid and backwards sexually compared to Leif, like she was driving a sputtering little go-cart while he was moving along like a Lamborghini on the Indianapolis 500. He was probably at home laughing at her now, because she'd come so quick and screamed that she loved him!

God knows she couldn't stand anymore hurt right now. She'd felt enough hurt to last a lifetime, between her ex boyfriend, and the way her parents were treating her now that she wasn't going to their church anymore and had moved out of the home.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 09



Leif hadn't been ready to leave Lynne's house, and end their date, but she started acting nervous, and flighty, a little trembly. A more extreme version of the way she acted after they kissed. Since she was getting shy and panicky and embarrassed, he felt like he should give her some space to work out her feelings overnight, and he would talk to her again in the morning. He knew he'd never make it to the afternoon without needing to hear her lovely voice...but some time apart for her to process having shared a wonderful orgasm and starting a new special relationship might ease her mind a bit, and make her more comfortable around him.

He'd never met a woman like her before. She was passionate and sexy, but she was shy, and when she was pushed too soon, she was fidgety, and flighty like a cute little bunny rabbit. That was really how he knew she lacked a lot of experience with men. Those shy, flighty little ways when the passion turned up. He thought it was adorable, but she didn't need to be afraid of him. He didn't think less of her for starting to be a little sexual with him. The reason he thought they wanted to see each other was to see how compatible they were, and whether they could have a future together. 

He certainly wanted a future with her! 

Sexuality was one aspect of compatibility in his eyes, just like finding out about her wonderful sense of humor, her extreme musical talent, and the fact that she loved video games and beer. So far, he felt like they were extremely compatible, the raw materials were definitely there. The passion and current between the two of them was deep, and intoxicating. He never felt passion like that with a woman, and all he'd been doing was touching the sweet creature. 

What she didn't know, as they explored more, he would be glad to teach her. He'd be a very gentle and patient teacher. And who knows, maybe she could teach him a thing or too as well...even if she didn't know much about men, she might know a bit about her own body. A passionate thing like her, had to be getting off some type of way. As they kept seeing each other, and she felt comfortable, he would love to see all the little tricks she knew to get herself off. If she didn't know any tricks, he'd teach her how to play with herself in case he couldn't be there occasionally to give her the pleasure she needed. 

Boy, his cock started aching again. It had gone down, when he chastely kissed her forehead, but now that he walked down all those fucking steps to her apartment, and out back into the street, and started thinking about her, he had a hard on again. He had to stop thinking about her to get it to go down. There was no other way. He couldn't think a sexy or sweet thought about her the whole way home, or his cock threatened to engorge again.

Back at his home, it was safe to think about her again. And safe to take a whiff. He'd wanted to smell her so bad, and work out her scent, when all that gooey wetness was fresh on his fingers, but he thought it would mortify her. He refrained from it, but he couldn't help tasting the sticky sweet treasures she left behind, right in front of her face. Now that he was alone, in his apartment, still in the dark, he prayed that he could make out the scent of her. He loved the way her hair, neck and ears smelled. Something she used smelled like vanilla, and he'd also been able to work out a sweet, natural scent. 

But he wanted to know what her luscious, pussy juices smelled like. He'd never felt a woman get so wet, even when he'd been having sex with women. They weren't dry, he'd never have sex with a dry woman, if they were dry, he knew he wasn't doing something right. But he'd also never seen a woman get as wet as Lynne did. She got so deliciously wet, and perhaps part of it was that they loved each other on some primal level. On an instinctual level that neither of them could even rationalize with their minds yet. He'd never had a woman affect him the way she did, and he hadn't even made love to her yet.

He worked his finger under his nose.

"Mmmm....Lynne, you smell so good," he murmured softly under his breath, then he felt stupid, because he realized he was talking to himself.

He wished that he could just lie next to her and sniff her like a dog in heat now. He knew it was doggish, but he couldn't help himself, her sweet natural musk was heavenly, and smelled, just as good as those sugar cookies he bought her, just in a more primal and musky way. Sweet but musky. He'd never smelled a woman's juices smelling like this before. Damn!

He wanted to put his nose up to her pussy, and that cute little ass of hers, and sniff all her sweet scents and flavors...he could smell that sweet little goddess all day. He knew he wouldn't be able to do that now, but maybe one day. She was so shy! He wondered if she'd even let him touch her again soon!

Smelling her, the faint, tiny scent that was left behind on his fingers after he'd sucked them clean inflamed him so much that he unbuttoned his jeans. His cock was so hard, he knew his balls would be purple if the light was on, and he could see himself. He started stroking softly, gently. He touched it gently when he touched himself because he didn't want to spoil himself, so that it was difficult for him to come when he eventually shared the bed with lovely Lynne. He prayed that day was coming soon. 

He imagined her own beige fingers, wrapping around his throbbing penis. Her sweet full lips and tongue caressing his throbbing cock head, bringing him near the edge. If she was sucking him, he wouldn't be able to let her finish giving him oral without pushing his body on top of hers, and pushing inside her, he wanted her so bad. 

He imagined her, fitting him like a luscious glove as he loved her with passionate, gentle strokes. 

"Damn it, I love you too Lynne...shoulda said so," he murmured softly as his jizz went everywhere, even on that light tan cable knit sweater of his. Soft light tan like sweet Lynne.

Damn it, he'd gotten spunk on his sweater!

He'd forgotten to remove it Lynne had his need to masturbate for relief so high. He tossed it off and threw it in the pile of clothes to go to the cleaners once he made it to the bedroom, and fell fast asleep, content at last.

***

Lynne wasn't getting any sleep at all. Although she felt dumb that she'd made it awkward by her love confession, she couldn't stop thinking about those blue eyes of his. They were sexy and they almost felt like they were piercing her soul while she was coming. Like he was trying to memorize her facial expression, and her every movement. He looked at her like he loved her. Perhaps that was why she blurted it out the way that she did.

And the way that she came! Oh god, it felt so good, better than anything she'd ever imagined. He was so gentle and good the way he stroked her with those guitar worn fingertips. That didn't feel like her own finger tips or toys...it was so much better. Oh mercy, it was a sweet, sensual man!

The syrup in his voice, when he asked, 'did you come baby'. If she hadn't blown it and said she loved him, she almost wished she could rewind time, and lie and say no, just to feel his fingers again and the way he made her shudder.

Leif was intoxicating! She tossed and turned, because she actually felt nauseated with fear. She knew she loved him, but she also knew she didn't know him, so loving him was stupid and dangerous. Admitting that love had been even more foolish. And he was so advanced, smooth, erotic, and advanced and he'd played her body like a fiddle. He was sweet, fun to be around, and engaging, but quite frankly, he made her feel so good that she was terrified of him. She hadn't expected to feel like this in real life.

Passion for a man had been an abstract thing for her. Something she'd fantasized about, but never actually imagined coming true. It was dizzy and intoxicating, like it was when she packaged up passion for the consumption of others on stage, but yet- unlike the stage, with Leif, she lacked control...it felt like he was in control, of her body, and her emotions, and it frightened her.

But, even though he aroused her so much, he seemed so sweet. His blue eyes had looked so loving when he was touching her, teasing her. When he was kissing her, his blue eyes were just as heavily lidded and intoxicated as her own were. And he seemed to enjoy everything they did together. Even when she didn't want to kiss anymore, he didn't seem the least bit perturbed. He liked spending time with her. At least he made it seem that way. He treated her with kindness and care.

She'd never been treated so sweetly by a man before. It was hard to believe he could be so wonderful. There had to be a catch somewhere. 

She wondered what he looked like shirtless. She saw those thick arms, and broad chest again through his sweater. The cut of his arms even though he was slender was delicious. He had a great ass too, to be a white guy, it was nice, and round, and looked firm in his blue jeans. She noticed his physicality more this time, along with the butterflies he gave her. She felt giddy just being around him. At one point, when he was swelling her head with his sweet compliments, she was giggling all over herself.  

He probably knew exactly what he was doing, and if she hadn't sent him home, he would have wanted to get into her pants, and then move on to the next one. He probably did that shit all the time. No man, as handsome, and sexy, and tender as he was would lack women beating down his door. He was probably drawn to her, because he could sniff out her inexperience.

He probably liked a challenge, but once he'd gotten her, he'd move on. He was probably already figuring out how he was going to seduce her, and get rid of her easily now that she'd made the stupid love confession.

It was an uneasy night for her, and sadly enough, she couldn't even masturbate her way to sleep like she did some nights. He'd turned her out so good, all she could dream about was his gentle touches with those roughed up finger tips. 

She made herself some chamomile tea. Finally, the sleep came. 

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 10



***

He was thinking of her, as soon as he got up in the morning. He was glad that it seemed that she didn't have a lot of experience with men. He didn't have a lot of experience dating women either...his chief experience was with hooking up with women...but because Lynne also appeared green when it came to men in general, he didn't have to play silly games where he held his cards to his chest so as not to appear to interested.

He was love struck, and intoxicated with her. 

He picked up his phone to text her. He really needed to get her picture in his phone some how, so the screen wasn't blank behind her name. 

Maybe she would send him one.

He decided that he should keep it light. She seemed mortified after their make out session, and he didn't want to scare her. 

He sent a simple text that read:

I enjoyed last night.

Then he got up. He smelled his fingers, the ones that had been touching her, and he couldn't make out the scent anymore. Oh how he missed her! Since he couldn't smell those sweet juices any longer he decided to take a shower.

As soon as he was finished with the shower, he picked up his phone, looking for the blinking light indicating he had a message.

He saw no light. 

He moped about the bedroom for twenty minutes checking his phone. When he still didn't get any answer, he went into the living room, got out his guitar, and started noodling away. He needed something, anything to take his mind off that sweet little creature until she responded to his text.

Leif was into what he was playing. He often practiced variations of the riffs that he would be playing as lead guitarist. He needed to have several safe spots he could go musically depending on the energy of the song. He hadn't been practicing the way he should have in the past week or so. That Lynne had turned his mind to mush. He was glad, for the chance to be able to concentrate fully on something, but even with the lead guitar work he was thinking about her.

He teased and coaxed out this metal guitar solo, the same way he imagined teasing her, and coaxing her out of her shell. He caressed the strings as gently as he hoped he'd caressed her last night.

When he looked at the clock on the wall, three hours had passed. 

But when he picked up his phone, he still hadn't gotten any texts. Maybe she was busy.

He started playing Madden NFL on his playstation. When he heard his phone buzz, he messed up his play, threw down the controller and sprinted to the bedroom, where he'd stupidly left the phone. He should have brought it to the living room.

All he saw, was a cryptic text message which read

I like you, but I think we should slow it down.

Damn. Damn.

He responded with his gut.

Why?

Her text came back:

Because I like you too much...I've never felt so out of control before.

He responded:

When you like someone, that's how you're supposed to feel! That's passion! I feel out of control around you too!

Her response:

Passion, too soon for passion. We barely know each other. Need to slow down. I have to go to work. Talk later.

***

But she didn't talk to him later. 

She didn't text, and she didn't call him. She wanted to talk to him, but as the hours wore on into days, she felt so stupid that she'd screamed out that she loved him when he touched her until she came. Stupid, green, and naive. She didn't understand what this love shit was supposed to be about, but the way she felt that aching between her legs for his touch was disconcerting. That it could be so powerful that it made her feel emotional love for Leif.

She couldn't even masturbate anymore. It didn't feel good. She had to try to imagine those gentle, yet husky fingers, but she couldn't do it right. And she kept thinking about how it felt when he sucked her ears and necked her.

That ex of her's had never sucked her ears. And he hadn't whispered sexy things to her. Oh god, when Leif did that shit, she thought she'd melt, and that wasn't even thinking about what those fingers felt like, masturbating her. She squirmed around on the bed. At night there was a huge wet spot beneath her, and she wasn't used to getting that way, not without ample time to play with her toys. And he licked her juices off his fingers. Something she thought most men would find disgusting but he loved it. In her raunchy, fantasy mind, she leaned over to him and tongue kissed him, lapping her own flavor out of his mouth. Oh God, she wished she hadn't been so shy, and could do that!

But it wasn't just lust. 

He made her feel heady, and special, and she liked just being around him. That made her even more worried. Her heart was involved. If he was out there playing with her feelings he'd crush her heart.

Then there was the fear, that he knew she was just some square, naive little black girl, he'd never been with one before, and he was just out there to try something new. She didn't know shit about dating.

She didn't like penetration and was somewhat afraid of sex, because it had always been painful for her. This man rubbed her mound like sex was always simmering under his surface. He'd soon grow weary of how scared and inexperienced she was in sensual matters.

They were unevenly matched.

That still didn't stop her from thinking of him lustfully. She tried to imagine what he looked like naked. She wondered. She'd never seen a naked white man before. But Leif had those soulful blue eyes, and blonde dreadlocks, and those thick muscles through his sweaters, even though he was thin. She bet he was handsome naked. Maybe even beautiful!

Finally after a few days absent from his touch, she was tingly and moist, and able to make herself come the way she always did. But even though she left herself sweaty and shaky, she still missed those tender blue eyes and his gentle fingers with those deliciously husky fingertips. Still dreamed his hands were under her skirt and he had her propped up against the bookcase, making her come.

He sent her a few cute text messages over the next few days. One was a link to a video clip to a Chris Rock joke, a classic joke about white people, along with the line, You don't believe this do you?

The joke made her laugh so hard she dropped the phone.

But she wasn't ready for a man as advanced as Leif. Not yet. Maybe if he'd come along later, after she wasn't so stupid, and understood more about men and relationships...but right now, she felt so mushy and hot for him that he scared her. She needed to back away. 

She responded with a simple:

LMAO!

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 11



"So this is stupid as hell, you know that right," quipped Janelle, her best friend.

"No it isn't...I told you, something isn't right about him...he's really sexy and smooth and he's a player. Seems like he does this to women all the time. He's just too damn good at it all," said Lynne, glancing into the club, through the side window, behind the dumpster.

"No, it's not Leif you need to be worried about. It's your crazy ass. Why the hell do you have us hiding behind the dumpster so you can watch him do his show. Why don't you just go in there-" sighed Janelle.

"I told you why! Because I was stupid that's why!" exclaimed Lynne.

"I'm not understanding how you were stupid. He was into you, and the next thing I know, you tell me he's a casanova and you don't think you should see him," said Janelle.

"I....I....he is a casanova. He...we....we made out when he came back to my place,"

"Well good for you! What the hell's wrong with him being a little bit of a casanova. He's a young man and he thinks you're hot. I figured, you all would get a little...shall we say acquainted with him coming over..." said Janelle.

"He was too good at it!" whispered Lynne loudly.

"Now I've heard a lot of shit in my dating days, but that's the first I've heard of a woman not wanting to text a man back because he was too good when they got frisky on the couch. Really? What the hell is wrong with you sis-" said Janelle. 

Janelle starting chuckling from deep in her belly.

"Why are you laughing at me?" said Lynne.

"Because....because sometimes I can tell you were raised in such a strict household. And...that you had a lousy first boyfriend. It's sad, but you are so sweet. And if you come clean with poor Leif, he will probably think you're still very sweet and adorable, and he'll be more than willing to help you learn about birds and bees," said Janelle.

Then she started laughing at Lynne again.

"Stop laughing at me...I...he made me do shit I've never done before. I....when I....when I came I blurted out I loved him! I told him I loved him! How stupid am I," said Lynne and she slapped her forehead with her palm.

"Damn. That boy must have really put it on you good. Well...sometimes screaming something like that is bad. But sometimes its okay. Depends on the dude. And how he feels about you. How did he act afterwards. That's what you've gotta gauge. Did he act scared? Did he hurry up and leave? Well the boy likes you if he keeps texting you everyday. How did he act when you screamed that you loved him? Nervous?" asked Janelle.

"Umm...no, not at all. He....he kissed my forehead. He likes doing that. It feels sweet. It makes me feel so special. Anyway, he kissed my forehead, and he....he told me he liked....what we'd done...and he liked me a lot. I told him I didn't...I'd never done that with a guy so soon before...and he told me he still thought I was a lady, and that kind of thing, and that he would talk to me tomorrow," said Lynne.

"Sounds to me then like you made a big deal out of nothing. A lot of people, when they are coming, they say all kinds of crazy things. As long as none of you says anything that makes the other uncomfortable, that's okay. You probably never felt anything like that before, and you were just loving the way he made you feel and that's why you blurted it out. I wouldn't worry about it. If he's acting like it's not a big deal, it's not a big deal. Probably made his ego feel good too. Got a beautiful black woman screaming that she loves him and shit...on his first time out with a black chick," chuckled Janelle naughtily.

Lynne looked mortified. Also, she was embarrassed because she hadn't screamed that I love you stuff out of lust. She loved Leif even though she wasn't quite sure about everything that love entailed, and she was embarrassed and sick that she'd revealed herself and she already knew he didn't feel that same way about her. 

"Be quiet, I think he's on now,"

"I'll be quiet when I feel like it. Lynne you're crazy as hell got us hiding behind the stinking ass dumpster because you want to spy on this boy. This boy likes you, this is real stupid girl," said Janelle folding her arms.

Lynne peaked through the side window and watched the stage show. Duce Dutchies sounded good. Real good. She could barely make out Leif standing in the corner, but finally he moved around a little bit and came into her view.

"He's not wearing a shirt!" shrieked Lynne.

Sure enough, his back was to the audience. He'd told Lynne he was too shy to play facing the audience. He'd been telling the truth.

But the riffs he was playing, the music that floated outside, he sounded like a disciple of Jimmy Hendrix or Eric Clapton. He was so damn talented!

"He's not your man, because you haven't been texting him back, so you can't say anything about that. Besides, have you looked at your own stage show? You grab your crotch. I've seen you, treating your Mic like a Phallic symbol to make a point, while you sing. Not all the time, but when you sing certain sexy songs, you do freaky shit sometimes. And the guys love it. Especially those older men. So...please!" said Janelle.

Lynne had to chuckle. She did have a point.

Lynne squinted her eyes to try to see what she could envision behind that tiny window. He was after all shirtless, and she'd been wanting to see what he looked out without a shirt, since they were playing pool all those nights ago.

"Damn, I think he's got the sexiest back," she whispered biting her knuckle.

"Man, you sound so thirsty. Lusting over his back. You like him. He likes you. Look, not everyone is out to hurt you and use you. I'm not telling you to give the boy your social security number. But, give him a chance. Don't punish him for being a really good lover. That doesn't mean he's a casanova. But...after you get to know him, it might mean he's a keeper. Go on in there, instead of peeping at the boy's naked back through the window. After his show apologize for not texting him back promptly. Kiss him. Give him some tongue if you want, since he rocked your world so hard you screamed I love you, by mistake," said Janelle with a chuckle.

"I can't do it. There's more to it than that. It just isn't fair to him. I...I'm such a freak. I'm backwards at love and I'm so behind you, and him and everyone else who is twenty-three years old," said Lynne.

"So you need to tell him that. Maybe not right away. But at some point, test his character, and if you find that he's a nice guy, tell him you haven't dated much and you are learning. He'll probably think you are adorable, because you don't know a lot about men. Some men like being a teacher. At the coffee shop, he looked quite smitten with you...you might think it's not fair, but he probably won't care," said Janelle.

"What about...what about Martin. I'm so damaged from that relationship. I mean I'm over Martin, but some of the shit he did to me was-"

"You never gave me all the details, but he's foul, and an abuser. Abusers have their sweet sides too, that's how they can keep abusing. But you can't judge all men by one man, who was raised in that same cult that you were in. He's got twisted warped thinking from that crazy ass religion that you two were raised in. Leif doesn't have that baggage that you and Martin shared. Look. You moved out, you broke free of that mess, it's time to move on. Or...Leif might move on without you. And then you'd really be sick...because you like that boy!" said Janelle.

Lynne listened to the wisdom of her friend, then watched the rest of the set.

Janelle tried to push her into the doorway but Lynne shirked away.

"I'm too scared,"

"You're stupid as hell Lynne. Too scared to let that boy into your heart. He wants you! Let me walk you home. I think you are being a real dumb ass, but it's your life sis," said Janelle.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 12



Leif was heartsick. He knew he shouldn't have touched her so soon. He hadn't meant to do it. Just the sexy flavor of her mouth, the taste of her kiss, turned him on, and she looked so sweet, so precious, and proud after he told her that her life wasn't a waste just because she wasn't using those Yale degrees.

He could see the hurt in those big pretty almond shaped eyes, and initially when he was rubbing her leg he was intoxicated with the idea of making her feel good. As his hands moved further, and further up her thigh, he became intoxicated with the heat, he felt the heat before he even touched her under her little panties, and then, well when he felt how wet she was, he just wanted to pleasure her. That was all he wanted. He wanted to give her an orgasm to make her feel good on her insides. And the primal part of him, yes, he wanted to make that beautiful Lynne come, and feel her sweet juices on his finger tips. 

But, that Lynne was so shy, that touching her was probably the last thing he should have done. It had scared her to death. He knew that she would want him to touch her in time, she was too passionate not to want this, but he also knew that she wanted him to prove his honesty to her, because she'd just gotten out of a bad relationship.

He was moping about, messing up during rehearsal unusual for him, when his bandmate, the lead singer, Matthew, asked him what was wrong.

Leif confessed that he felt like he'd blown it with a girl. He didn't go into the details. Frankly he was embarrassed that Lynne had him so strung out and hot and bothered that he was chasing after her like a puppy and she hadn't even really given him a piece of her cute little ass yet!

But he did say that he moved too hot, and too heavy with a girl, and now she was anxious, but the difference was, he liked her so much more than those other girls, and since he'd met her playing in a club, should he go to the club where she was playing, and ask her, why she was treating him so distantly all of a sudden. 

"Hell no! I wouldn't do that. You said you already did that once, and this time she'll probably think you are a stalker. Frankly I'd wait for her to call or text me again, and I'd give her about a week to woman up to her feelings, otherwise I'd cut her loose and delete her number from my phone. She sounds hot, and sweet, the way you describe her, but she needs to grow up!" said Matthew.

Leif heard his friend, and he agreed. But he also new that Matthew was still fucking anything in a skirt. He hadn't changed inside. But Leif knew he had changed, he no longer wanted to fuck any woman in a skirt. He wanted to make love to that sweet little Lynne. And, after she fell in love with him, and trusted him more, fuck her little brains out while she howled in ecstasy. 

He dropped the texts to Lynne back to every other day, rather than every day, so as not to appear desperate.

When the weekend approached he suggested...

"Maybe we should go out someplace so that we're not so tempted to be sexy. We can keep getting to know one another, and take it slow like you said we should. Chinese Buffet and Movie,"

Almost instantaneously his phone buzzed with a text.

"Can't....I have to work,"

He was crushed. He suggested something innocent and she still turned him down. His feelings were hurt, so he scrolled through his phone, looking for some digits. He thought fucking one of the girls that he'd known before for old times sake would heal his wounds. 

But as the night progressed, he didn't feel up to fucking a random girl...he didn't want to do that. He wanted that Lynne. He called his mother, whom he hadn't talked to in a while. Then he actually ended up deleting a lot of the numbers of the girls he knew for a good time from his phone. Except a few really hot ones...just so he didn't have to start completely over from scratch if it didn't work out with Lynne. Still those four chick numbers he left in his phone, were not nearly as hot as Lynne. 

He couldn't figure her out. She was hot one minute, and cold the next. Just like that old blues song, about a faucet. Just like that crazy ass faucet in his kitchen. One minute it was hot enough to fill a sink full of dishwater, the next minute it was freezing cold. 

Since she was playing games with those crazy cryptic text messages, he took a picture of the kitchen faucet, and added the text,

Little Miss Lynne, just like a faucet.

***

Lynne picked up her iPhone and unlocked the screen, as it showed she had a new message.

When she opened the phone, she was shocked to see that he'd taken a picture of a Kitchen sink faucet, and added a caption that she was like a faucet.

She was really embarrassed. She felt so much hot-faced shame. He said he'd liked that she'd gotten so wet, he even tasted it in front of her. But now that she was trying to cool things down a bit, because they got overheated, he was making fun of her for getting so wet.

He was a jerk. How could he do that to her...she couldn't help how physically she responded to his touch. He made her feel good and the wetness just flowed out of her. He didn't have to make fun of her. She didn't force him to lick his fingers.

She bit her lip and felt the urge to cry.

She sent a text.

"What's that supposed to mean,"

He sent a cryptic text back.

"You know exactly what it means. Good thing you're cute. I need to talk to you. Maybe after your nightclub show this evening."

Lynne never responded.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 13



***

He decided to head Matthew's advice. He wasn't going anywhere near that club. If she was so fickle, and so childish and immature that she was afraid of her own growing attraction to him, and maybe even love, as she screamed out when she came, she was going to need to grow up and get over it. He cared for Lynne a lot already, but he wasn't just going to sit around forever until he was old and gray, playing with himself to satisfy fantasies of her, and praying that she'd pay attention to him and talk to him.

Life moved on. As much as he wanted his life to move on...with her involved...if she didn't come around soon, he was moving on without her!

He didn't even want to play at that damn club next door to her's anymore. Couldn't stand the thought of running into the sweet creature. Next month they would book clear across town.

He had to get that scent, that flavor, and that sweet tan skin out of his mind. Couldn't think of anything but running his fingers through her soft ethnic hair. Gently caressing those damp coarse curls between her thighs. The damp musky heat on his finger tips. That urban accent moaning that she loved him. Even that cute little snort. 

Damn. Just Damn. Why was it, that the only woman he'd ever wanted, was scared to death to get close to him. He'd never hurt her. But, he was frustrated and didn't know how to convince her that he was harmless. He didn't know what else he could do to convince her that he cared, and wasn't a ski mask wearing monster. He simply wanted to get to know her. He felt so angry he started to delete her number from his phone.

Then, one day, about a week and a half later, he got a cryptic text message from Lynne. Though he tried to stifle it, all those familiar warm feelings rose up in his heart again. Quickly though, he got them in check.

Little Miss Faucet, she had some damn nerve ignoring him for almost a week and then texting him again. She was a little tease, and she'd been cold last week, now his little Miss Faucet was running hot again for him.

He grinned. He couldn't wait to see what she wrote. He was still smitten. Delighted that the text proved he still had a chance. 

Maybe he should give her a dose of her own medicine for her to see what she was losing. Teach her a good lesson. And then, after she apologized, they could resume getting to know each other. He'd even lovingly try to convince her that..he felt serious about her...once he told her about herself. 

But she had to stop acting like a such a crazy ass woman. Hot one day and cold the next. Every time she did it, she hurt his feelings. And it wasn't fair. He had half a mind to hurt her feelings too, just so she knew what it felt like, and then, they could start afresh together.

If she came clean, he could admit...he thought what he was feeling, for her cute little crazy ass was love. Then maybe she'd stop acting so ridiculously frightened of him. Why was he falling for the crazy girl scared to death of all her feelings? Just his luck, the first woman he'd ever really felt like he could love was crazy as shit. 

***

Lynne heard it in the cupboards as soon as she woke up in the morning, scratching, squeaking and sounding as though it was chewing through paper.

Shit!

She thought that living on the sixth floor would have shielded her from mice. She did pretty well to live alone, compared to the way she was when she lived at home. She'd been terrified of bugs. But she got over that. She had no problem killing spiders, and the few creepy crawlers that made it up to the six floor. But this mouse shit was on another level.

She knew it was a mouse, because her parents occasionally got a mouse in their huge palatial Brooklyn Heights row house. She and her mother made so much noise and did so much squawking that her father either promptly trapped it, or got an exterminator to do so.

Now that she was living on her own, she knew what she had to do. Try to get that damn mouse herself before nightfall.

She got up, took the rollers out of her hair, and pulled on a turtle neck and a decent pair of jeans. 

When she walked into the kitchen she saw him scamper across the living room floor.

"Oh my God, Oh My God!" she screamed.

He was big, and grey. The damn thing almost looked like a rat he was so big.

She was petrified. She ran out of the house without even lacing up her timberland boots, slamming the door behind her.

She bit her knuckle.

"I gotta kill that god damn mouse!" she shouted aloud then looked around to see if anyone heard her talking to herself.

She tried calling her super on his cellphone. He was an old Jewish guy, and even though the lease didn't require him to do certain things, he was kind and would help single women with certain tasks. Lynne had made sure to give him a nice card with money over Christmas and he'd appreciated it.

She told him about the mouse, but unfortunately he couldn't come, he had to deal with plumbing issues in one of his buildings on the other side of town. When she couldn't get her landlord, she called her father.

"We're having a Bible Study tonight, and potluck afterwards. And I've got business with the Taxi company in the city today...If you can make it to bible study, I'll see about your mouse," he said.

"But daddy, why can't you just come after the potluck, I don't care how late it is. And you can spend the night. I'll cook for you in the morning. Get me some shrimp and I'll do Grandma's Gumbo," said Lynne.

"Lynne you know, the church comes first. You know you can come home anytime you want to get back to the church...then you don't have to worry about Mice and such. There are plenty of young men who are interested in you that would be happy to kill a mouse for you. Put you in a fine home too, and not that overpriced Brooklyn apartment," said her father.

"Daddy. Please. Stop it," sighed Lynne.

"I'm just saying. Call the super. Sometimes they help single women like you, especially if you offer them money," said her father.

"I already did. Daddy please. You and mommy can spend the night. I'll cook for you. You never even have seen the apartment," said Lynne trying to put brightness in her voice.

"I....I'm not sure if I'm missing much if you have mice," teased her father.

"You had mice too sometimes!" shouted Lynne.

"Now now. Don't get upset. Church comes first. If you can make it to church, I have time for you mouse. If you can't, well, this is what happens when you get out there on your own and don't do thing God's way," said her father.

"Thanks a lot dad," said Lynne. She hung up the phone.

So that was how it was now. If she didn't do their church, they didn't want to help her, visit her, or sometimes she wondered, even love her. It hurt so much.

There was nothing else she could do, she had to figure out a way to get that damn mouse out of the house by herself.

***

At the hardware store, they'd suggested these glue traps. Actually two older black men. They were near her father's age and they were salivating. One offered to help her trap the mouse for free, if she'd go out for drinks with him later.

Lynne always felt weird about accepting offers from strangers, and letting them know where she lived, she hadn't gotten that desperate.

She stayed out, had lunch, went window shopping, just anything to avoid the unpleasant task of laying down the glue traps. As it got toward dusk, she lay down the glue traps.

Then she heard the most blood curdling screeching, and crawling noise now..

Perhaps the trap had gotten the mouse.

Oh God, she couldn't stand the noise. She put on her iPhone and turned the volume up really loud.

She listened to an entire Ella Fitzgerald CD, hoping that when she removed the buds, the mouse would have died.

But now she heard that screeching and running sound.

It was now getting dark outside.

She had to turn on the light in the living room that led to the kitchen to see anything.

When she looked on the kitchen floor she saw streaks of blood and noticed that the mouse only had one foot on the glue trap. Shit, shit, shit, it hadn't gotten him. He was still running around.

Holy shit.

"Oh god please somebody help me!" screamed Lynne.

Lynne lay across the bed with her bat for about two hours, hoping that the mouse might find another glue trap that would slow him down. But he still kept running through he kitchen, leaving a bloody trail, one of his feet must have gotten damaged as he was running on the glue trap.

Gross. Damn it! She'd asked those dumb old bozos at the store if they were sure about glue traps.

She did what she always did at this point, short on ideas.

Called her best friend.

"Girl you know I love you, but I'm as scared of mice as you are. Besides, Will is over, and we're you know..."

"But...I thought that was over. I thought you felt that he wasn't socially aware," said Lynne.

"Girl he isn't. But that man knows how to lay down the pipe. It's a casual thing. I'm a little different than you, I've been around and know the score. Good loving is hard to come by," said Janelle.

Lynne chuckled.

"I know, I know this sounds....really desperate, but do you think you and will could come over. And Will can kill the mouse," said Lynne hopefully.

Janelle guffawed.

"No, I don't think that'll be happening girl. There was a mouse in the movie theater once, and that joker almost wet his pants. Girl he dropped the popcorn on my lap and stood up in the damn seat!" said Janelle.

Lynne howled.

"You're lying," said Lynne.

"No I wish I was. The only thing that boy is good for is Vitamin D. Anyway. You're welcome to sleep on my couch tonight but you might want to bring earplugs," laughed Janelle.

"I wouldn't dream of crowding in your space like that with a man over Mama, I'll talk to you tomorrow," said Lynne.

"I sure hope you get the mouse. If you don't have him by tomorrow, I promise to try and help you. I'll be over early in the morning. I'll work on my blog from your house and we'll trap him together," said Janelle.

Lynne couldn't sleep in the house with that mouse scurrying about with the glue trap on his foot.

So she pursued the only option that she thought was left. Leif. Maybe he could help her.  He was kind and she trusted him. Maybe he wouldn't mind helping her, even at this hour. 

What if he had a girl over? Her stomach twisted in jealous knots at the thought. And yet, she was giving up her claim to him by being aloof because she was afraid that he was a smooth talking player who thought she was a silly little girl, proclaiming love to the first man who gave her pleasure.

Should she even go through with this idea?

When she heard more blood curdling noises she pulled out her iPhone.

***

"Are you afraid of Mice," read Lynne's text.

She hadn't texted him anything but responses for the last week and she was texting him about a damn mouse.

She was crazy. Hot and crazy.

He decided to play along. Maybe it was related to the faucet he'd sent earlier.

"Hell no. I told you I grew up on a farm. Why?" he texted back.

"There is a mouse in my apartment. And I'm scared. You are my last hope. I've called everyone else I can think of," she texted.

"So you didn't want to go out to dinner, a nice dinner with me last weekend, but now you have a mouse and you want me to save your pretty little ass. Really Lynne?" he texted.

"Leif I'll pay you," she wrote.

"I don't want you to pay me. You are a little crazy. But you're also cute. I can't stand to think of you in there all by yourself, and scared. I'll be over as soon as I can," said Leif.

*** 



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 14



***

He banged on the door like a Knight in shining armor. He even went to the local Quick Stop and got some supplies. A mouse trap he could use to capture the mouse without killing it, and release it outside. He bet she'd purchased some ineffective shit, if she'd tried to trap it at all.

He wanted to be Lynne's Hero. Even though she was crazy, he thought about her a lot. He'd only began trying to push her out of her mind because she was such a fickle little woman. 

He thought about the taste of her mouth, the lusty kisses and her hot nectar. But he also thought of her laughter, her funny sense of humor, the impetuous spirit, and the crazy stunts she pulled on stage, while performing. He thought about how much he'd like to get serious and maybe even settle down and get cozy with her for good, if she wasn't so fucking crazy. 

And now that he was killing her mouse, he was going to demand an answer from her. Why was she like little Ms. Faucet? Hot one minute, and cold the next. The few days he'd shared with her were the realest he'd had in his whole life. 

Why was she letting a little bit of silly fear about being swept up in passion, ruin it for the two of them. That was how it was supposed to feel when you were in love. He'd never been in love before, but those three days felt like love. But not the two weeks he'd spent afterwards, with her callously ignoring his feelings. That hadn't felt like love at all. 

Oh yes, he was going to give that crazy assed little hottie a piece of his mind after he killed her damn mouse. And he was hoping she'd realize what she was giving up, by ignoring him. Or else, he was bailing for good this time, hottie or not.

"Leif, hi, thank God you're here," said Lynne opening the door.

"I've been waiting to see you again. Sorry it took a mouse for you to send me a real text, and not just a reply. Where is he?" asked Leif

"Oh my god he's right there!" she screamed, pointing, and stamping her feet.

"Okay. I see him. Just calm down. You need to calm down and relax. Jesus, Lynne, you'll give yourself a heart attack babe. Breathe in and out. Slowly. Slowly," he instructed.

He impulsively kissed her forehead.

Damn it, he couldn't help being tender with her, even when he tried to be stern.

That's how he knew it was love.

"That was good that you at least tried to trap him anyway. But, now I've gotta take him out the rest of the way. Go on back in the bedroom. Pretty women shouldn't see this shit, not if they have a man around to do it for them," he said, pushing lightly on her shoulder, leading her towards the bedroom. 

Lynne went into the bedroom.

At least the glue trap and the twisted paw slowed him down.

Leif ran in the kitchen.

He ran after the little fucker until he caught him.

He squeezed the mouse with both of us bare hands until he didn't struggle again.

When he felt it stop struggling he knew it was dead.

Leif hated killing one of God's creatures, ugly mouse or not. He hated when he had to do that to keep the pests from eating up the Lilacs his mom Linda used to make soap.

But it had to be done.

"I got him. Get me a plastic baggie Lynne," said Leif.

Lynne went into her bathroom and returned with a plastic shopping bag.

"Ewww oh my god, you killed him with your bare hand?" shrieked Lynne.

Leif chuckled.

"If it was up to me, I'd have caught the damn thing and led him outside. But, someone used a glue trap and I had to get him out of his misery,"

"Let me throw this outside," muttered Leif. 

Just then, it started to pour rain outside. When he'd walked to her apartment it was just beginning to drizzle.

Leif found the dumpster outside the building in the pouring rain, and threw the mouse inside.

Then he walked up the six damn flights of stairs to her apartment.

When he came back upstairs, Lynne was standing right at the door with a hot soapy washcloth, and a dry cloth.

"Here you can use this to clean up," she said.

He cleaned off his filthy hands with the hot, wet washcloth she provided.

After he was clean she murmured.

"Oh...and something for your trouble...guess it's getting a little late," she said pressing twenty dollars into his hand.

Was she nuts? He didn't want her money. He came over there to rescue her ass from the mouse in the damn rain because he loved her and was attracted to her, and wanted to try again.

"Lynne I've never been more insulted. I came over because I care about you! You're in such a hurry to get me out the damn door with your hot washcloth and the money for my time. Damn you woman, it's raining cats and dogs outside! How about you show me some appreciation. Make me a damn cup of coffee or something. Tell me to have a seat and have something hot until the rain stops pouring. Are you that cold Lynne? That cold because I made you feel pleasure and it felt so good it scared you. Because if you're that damn cold you should be ashamed of yourself. And if you're that damn cold, I want to know right now. Because if you're that damn cold, I want you to delete your number from my phone. And...never...ever text me again. And I surely do mean it woman!" he shouted. 

He tore the twenty dollar bill in half and handed it back to her.

Her eyes filled up with water and she batted her eyes to hold in what looked like tears and a sniffle.

And he wanted, with every fiber of his being to console her and rock her in his chest, and comfort her from the strong words he said. God knows he hated to see the pretty thing cry, but she was acting like a crazy assed little girl and she needed a reality check. He loved her! He loved her. But she was going to loose him if she kept building that wall around herself. 

"I'm sorry....I deserved all of that, and a hell of a lot more. I like you Leif, I...I like you too much...I think about you nonstop, but I have so much shit going on, it's not fair to get you all mixed up in it," she said and she took in a deep sniffle. 

He stroked her nose tenderly.

"Don't cry sweetie," he said kissing her forehead.

Her face had started to flush around her cheeks, swelling up as though she was near tears. 

"I didn't mean to hurt you Leif. I'm...I'm not like other girls," she added and she shifted on one foot and started to sniffle.

"You can say that again. You aren't like other girls. You are crazy as hell. You really are. But you're also adorable, exotically beautiful, funny, and sweet when you aren't being crazy and that's the woman I want to know. The normal Lynne, not the psycho girl. Come here," he said pulling her into his chest.

It was a valiant effort not to cry that she put forth, but once he pulled her into the security of his arms, he felt wet tears all over his sweater.

"Why are you crying," he added tenderly stroking her hair.

Even though she'd thoroughly deserved the tongue lashing, he couldn't help babying her. He loved her more each second. He wanted to soothe her from whatever she thought was so bad, that she didn't deserve pleasure and tenderness with him. 

"Because I'm not like other girls. I'm not like who you think I am. I'm not. I don't want you to get all burdened down and stuff with me. I'm not like you, or Janelle, or anyone else I know..."

"Of course you aren't. You can't be like anyone else because you're Lynne Miller. And, I like Lynne when she's not acting crazy, Lynne Miller is fine, just as she is. She's fine as a person, and she looks fine and sexy too," he added with a chuckle.  

"If you think I'm so fine, then why were you making fun of me with those text messages," she added moving her head from his chest and backing out of the doorway, still sniffling. 

He shut the door behind them.

She dabbed at the corner of her eyes where the tears had fallen with her Thumbs. Her little face was flushed and adorable.

"Who's making fun of you Lynne, what are you talking about," said Leif.

"You....you laughed...you laughed because I got wet. Sent me that picture of the faucet. And you probably thought it was funny that I screamed that I love you shit too," said Lynne softly.

"Oooh Lynn, you sound crazier and crazier every minute. Maybe instead of the pot of coffee you should be putting on, you should be getting me wine. Or hell, even a joint. So I can deal with your mad shit. I didn't laugh at you because you got wet. You were the first woman whose juices I sucked. You tasted sweet as hell. I've been dreaming of it every day since then. And when you screamed I love you, that was sweet as hell too. I play it over and over again in my mind, just how your cute little Brooklyn accent moaned it. The sweetest thing I ever heard in my whole life, was your little voice crying out to me in pleasure," he added tenderly.

"Then why, why'd you send that stupid ass faucet picture then,"

"Oh you thought....No Lynne! That wasn't why I sent the faucet picture," he chuckled.

"Why'd you do it then. You thought it was funny. I can't help that I started to get soaking like that..it embarrasses me," she said softly.

"It shouldn't. It's sexy as hell. If you feel embarrassed that you are soaking wet, you need to grow up a little bit. That's proof that it's being done right. I've never had a woman get so wet before. I felt proud, and happy. But I hate to disappoint, but I sent you that facet picture because it was a reference to an old blues song. You know your music so good I thought you'd get it. Little Miss Faucet, Running hot and cold, running cold and hot, wont you turn me on, won't you turn me off. And....I was teasing you for being so fickle. And moody. One minute loving me, enjoying me. The next minute brushing me off. I'm sorry...I'm sorry you misunderstood...but I'd never tease you for being soaking wet sweetie. Or saying I love you when a man who cares about you gives you pleasure. People say all sorts of things when they have orgasms. Especially when they are given to you by someone you care about. You...you probably know that don't you sweetie," he added huskily tickling that scrumptious little chin dimple with his thumb.

He wasn't sure if she knew or not, she seemed so inexperienced but come hell or high water, he was going to get to the bottom of her strange behavior.

"Put on that put of coffee Lynne. I need some answers, and I'm not going anywhere until I get them. I...I'm not going to beat around the bush. I feel strong feelings for you. And even though you hurt my feelings, I am willing to brush all that aside, and put it behind us, and never speak of it again if you can just explain why you've acted so foolishly. I've never had such strong feelings for a woman before, but I am a good person, and if you take a chance on me, you won't regret it. But, since you've carried on so crazily, now you have to explain yourself. Now I want to know why I should take a chance on you. Or...I'm gonna walk my ass straight out that door, and never talk to you again...is that what you want," he added with his arms folded.

"No...I...I...think you're sweet and sexy, and gentle. I like you a lot...and I want you to like me too, but I'm different than other girls...and...and it makes it hard, when it comes to men and I...I can't tell you this shit. I feel so stupid,"

"You aren't stupid. I'm all ears. Get that coffee on beautiful. This might take several cups," said Leif.

He tried to give her a serious, but warm glance.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 15



***

Lynne poured the coffee.

As soon as she'd opened the door, and she saw him, even though she was scared of the mouse, she felt all those warm tingles rise in the pit of her belly. And she couldn't stop looking at how handsome he was.

And the way he came in there to rescue her. No one had been willing to help her, but he showed her that she could depend on him. Did it out of the kindness of his heart in the pouring rain, and she'd had the nerve to try to shuttle him out of the door, because he made her feel so happy and loved that he scared her. 

She deserved to be treated like shit, because she'd treated him like shit, but he'd been kind to her in spite of it all. She treated him like shit, because she was scared to get close to him as a green, naive woman with affairs of the heart. Frankly she was scared of the feelings of love and passion he was causing her.

Frightened to death. Confused. Passionate. She felt all those emotions at the same time. He was so loving and sexy, and even when he put her in her place just then, and was firm, he was tender and kind. So different than her ex had been. The ex treated her like dirt when he couldn't get his way. Talked to her like dirt on his expensive shoes. 

Leif didn't have a mean bone in his body. Lynne had truly tested the poor man's patience. She deserved more meanness than he gave her. And she was glad Leif stood up to her. He was so sexy and gentle that she'd wondered if he had a firm side. She liked a firm side in a man, knowing that he wouldn't be disrespected. But she was no longer interested in being controlled, like she had when she was a teenager, and didn't know any better. Leif was the perfect balance, between a man who wanted respect, and a man who was tender and loving. 

Any man would have given her grief for how she was acting. A lot of men probably would have given up on her. Some men would have talked to her like a dog. But not that sweet, tender Leif, who was now also proving to be manly.

Oh, she'd felt so wet when he'd ordered her to get him a cup of coffee. Wet and mushy all over her body. And he just sat down on her living room couch as though he said to himself 'woman, you will answer me'. He wasn't leaving until he got an answer. Not mean, but firm. 

God, she needed him to put her in her place. To force her to confront herself. Her inner demons. She'd been too stubborn to face it any other way unless she was forced to confront her issues. Could it be possible that Leif was meant for her?

"Here's your coffee Leif. I'm so sorry," she added taking a sip of her own coffee.

"Let's see how sorry you have to be gorgeous. Start talking,"

"I don't know how to start and stuff I..."

"I'm a gentleman, and a patient listener. I'm sorry I was rough earlier sweetie. But you needed to hear those things and I couldn't say them any other way so you could hear me. And you know that darlin'," he said tenderly stroking her cheek with a gentle palm. 

He sat his coffee cup on the table.

"I...I had an unusual childhood. It was....It was unusually strict. I acted out and rebelled...developed a secret wild side. But I was never...well my religion. And stuff...when I was in it...I'm not anymore..I..."

"Sweetheart, just take a deep breath. I'm not going to judge you beautiful. I just want to know why you are so fickle with me. Please explain it in ways I understand. If it takes you telling me this life story, that's fine, don't be nervous. I care so deeply for you, I will stay here listening until the sun comes up," he added stroking her lip with his thumb.

He was so tender.

"Oh God, No one's ever been this gentle with me before!" Lynne exclaimed.

"What? What? You're hurting aren't you," he added.

He pulled her into his lap.

She felt him just reach up and grab her and she crawled into his arms like a little girl. The warmth and security just flooded through her, and she shivered with pleasure, the pleasure of being wrapped up tenderly in someone's arms who cared about her so much.

"You're okay now Lynne. I've got you sweetheart. Nothing can hurt you now my dear. You're safe. Why are you scared of me," he added, kissing her forehead. He squeezed her so tight to his body; she couldn't get away if she wanted to. 

And he drank the tears running from her eyelids.

"After I tell you, you probably will want to delete my number," she added softly.

Leif chuckled.

"If you've got a good reason, not a chance in hell," he said tenderly kissing her forehead.

"I grew up in this strict faith. My parents were strict. And they only wanted me to date the guys that were...that were in this faith...and I dated this guy.....only one guy...the ex I told you about and...and he wasn't very kind and....and when we were together...like you and I were together at the bookcase...it always hurt....and he'd...when we....when we were intimate it was painful...and...and I don't really think I like sex and stuff Leif. I'm a freak. I'm twenty three years old, and I've only had sex with one person....and that sex was awful, painful, awful and just bad....and once he even...forced himself on me," she said.

"Oh my god sweetness, he raped you? How could a man rape someone as sweet and adorable as you are? My conscience would kill me if I thought I'd forced something on you, or caused you pain. God I'm so sorry darlin'....I'm sorry you had to experience that. No wonder you don't like sex. He raped you, that's terrible," said Leif as he kissed her forehead over, and over again.

"Yeah. He did. He forced himself on me. Only once but it was horrible, So, I do kind of find penetration repulsive. I dream about the idea of it, but in real life, I hate it..find it disgusting. But...you....you're so smooth and romantic. You were touching me so gentle and good...You know what you're doing...you don't need to be fooling around with a woman who is scared of a man's equipment...I...I had never had an orgasm with another person before...that's why I acted so crazy. You deserve a normal girl, without all these hangups and issues, someone who knows about sex and stuff, and can make you happy, and give you pleasure. Someone who's not like a teenager and it's not all new and shit. I'm crying and I feel silly that you'll think I'm weak too, on top of it all," she said, sighing.

She had been humiliated to tell him her story. But sitting in his lap, and getting it off her chest felt so much better.

"Oh No sweetheart. I don't think you are weak, or silly. I think you're courageous to keep going, now that I know the truth. It....It sounds like you've been to hell and back. Oh Lynne I had no idea. No wonder...no wonder you're so afraid to get close to me. Now what's all this I deserve someone normal shit. You are very normal darlin'," he added stroking her chin with gentle fingers.

"No I'm not....I never even came with another person until a week ago," she added with a sniffle.

"That doesn't make you not normal. That makes your ex boyfriend a lousy lay. And he sounds like a real jerk. I'm glad I could make you feel that pleasure in your body. I had as much fun giving you that orgasm as it looked like you were having, feeling the orgasm. I hope you'll let me do it again and again and again when you get less shy. And...and I think it's charming that you don't have a lot of experience. I knew there was something different about you. I could tell. I think it's so sweet and tender. I think you're selling yourself short. There are so many millions of men who would love to be a teacher to a beautiful woman like you. I feel lucky I might be the one to teach you. I want to worship you. Put you on a pedestal and help you become a grown woman. A real grown woman who knows what good sex feels like, and isn't embarrassed and ashamed of her feelings. I want...I want you to become like that wild, spunky, irrepressible chick I see on stage, in the bedroom, for my eyes only," he added tenderly. 

"You're too sweet Leif, too romantic, and too good at this stuff. I feel inept, and I don't want to feel like you are using me, because I'm a novelty, this inexperienced black woman, something you've never tasted before, and then you get tired of me, because I'm not as exciting as the women you've had before, and hang me out to dry. I like you. If you end up stringing me along because I can't keep up with you, it will hurt me too much..." said Lynne.

"I'm not....I'm not out to do that. Since you lay your cards on the line, I'll lay out mine. I'm just as inexperienced as you are, not about sex, but about romance. I...I've had sex with women before, but I never, ever, ever felt such tenderness as I feel with you. So...so I'm going to teach you about making love, but you're going to teach me what romantic love feels like. Because I never cared about that before. I just wanted to hook up. But I don't want that with you. I want you to be mine. My woman. My girlfriend. Or whatever they are calling it nowadays," he added in her ear.

"Just like that you want to be my man...but we haven't even...we haven't even had sex yet...and I told you....I have hangups and issues with sex and I..."

"Oh hush woman. Just hush. I'm sure we can lovingly help you get over whatever issues those are. It'll be the most pleasurable toe curling therapy you can ever imagine. And you my sweet, are going to teach me all about romance. I want to learn it all, what it feels like to give a woman flowers, and put my sweater on her arms when she's cold, and be so mushy inside I can't sleep thinking about her. Well I already know what that one feels like," he added with a chuckle.

"I...I didn't sleep either. And I probably lost five pounds because I couldn't eat either, wondering about you...and dreaming of you...thinking about why it couldn't work...and thinking you would think I was stupid and laugh if we ever had this conversation," she added softly.

"I don't think you're stupid. From the second I saw you, I thought you were the sweetest thing I've ever seen. And you're smart as hell Lynne. But you gotta start living your life offstage, as heartily as you do onstage. But we're gonna do it together. You and I. It's getting late, I should go...we'll talk tomorrow. But..Lynne, if you so much as start giving me the cold shoulder again, if I give you sexual pleasure, or make you feel funny in your heart, or your body, or both, and you get scared, and ignore me, so help me god, I will march right over to your place, and turn you over my knee and spank that cute little ass of yours really good, and make you sorry for misbehaving," he added huskily.

When he said that she squirmed on his knee. Just thinking about him pulling down her panties and spanking her. She knew he was joking, but he was sexy as hell and half of her wanted to give him the shoulder just so she could feel him spanking her.

"After I spank your cute little ass for misbehavior, if you apologize, I might kiss the luscious little thing. Damn. I have to stop that. I'm getting aroused. Okay...I'll...I'll call you tomorrow. Not just texts. Phone calls. Like boyfriends and girlfriends should do. Let me up," he added affectionately.

He brushed her rear with gentle hands indicating that he wanted her to get up. His hands felt so good. She wanted them to linger there, and cup her ass, not just motion for her to get off his knees.

"It's so late Leif. You don't have to go home. Sleep on the couch. I've been so lousy to you, that I want to make it up to you. I'll fix you breakfast," she added softly.

"I'd love to, but I don't have a toothbrush, or a change of clothes," he added.

"I've got some baggy shirts that you can wear tomorrow. And a never opened guest toothbrush. I'd like you to stay. If you'll stay on the couch," she chuckled.

"Of course I will. I'm a gentleman. I just want a goodnight kiss for all the trouble you've put me through over the past week, and we'll never speak of it again, he added tenderly.

She leaned in and tenderly pecked him on the lips. Then she started sucking his lower lip, and he groaned, suckling hers, and then tenderly teasing her own tongue with bold gentle strokes. He sucked her tongue several times, and then with his hot breath whispered into her mouth.

"Good night Lynne,"

She presented him with sheets and blankets and pillows for the couch.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 16



**

After she presented Leif with the blankets and pillows for the couch, she returned to her own room. She crawled into bed and turned the lights out. She stared at the ceiling in the dark. It had been a long time since she talked to God, but she felt the need to thank him somehow, for sending Leif into her life. She'd never been able to talk about the pain of being assaulted openly with anyone. She hadn't been able to talk about this to her mother, or anyone else in her life.

But, when Leif had grabbed her, and held her in his arms, she felt so incredibly safe, that it hadn't been difficult to tell him about her painful secret. And once she told him, he'd been so loving, and comforting, and understanding. And she'd never been treated that nicely and tender by anyone in her entire life. It made her feel comfortable and safe, and she was so overwhelmed with the feelings of safety and security, that she prayed that he was being honest, and forthright with everything that he'd promised her, the desire to be hers forever, because she now felt like she couldn't endure what would happen if he took away that delightful blanket of security that he'd draped over her. 

She certainly did not want to smother him, but he made her feel powerful feelings of safety, security, and love, and she wanted to bask in the glow of these feelings. And she also felt terribly sorry for running from him for so long, and putting him at arms length even though he'd continually and patiently tried to get to know her. All she could do was hope to make it up to him each and every day that they were together. The sweet man didn't even seem to mind that she had sexual hangups, and was scared of intercourse. How could he like her so much already? Maybe he even loved her? She sure as hell loved Lief! She wanted to be serious with him too, and his revelation had made her feel safe to trust him with her feelings, and feel sorry she doubted him before.

He seemed heaven sent from up above! She fell asleep so soundly, wishing she was nestled in his arms, the way she was when he held her in his lap earlier.

***

Lynn woke up early the next morning to fix him breakfast. Admitting her strange past, and even the trauma of her first relationship had been cathartic. And even the truth hadn't scared him away. He'd been so loving. So comforting. She now knew more than ever before she'd meant those words she said when his hand was moving gently, heavenly under her dress.

He was just too sexy! And sweet. And yes, she loved him. She didn't want to scare him away, but she needed to work up her courage, and let him know, they might have just met, but him, making her feel so safe and secure, and being passionate and sexy like that, met a lot to her, and it hadn't been an accident she'd screamed the words I love you during her pleasure. It had been on purpose before she even realized it.

And she wanted to know what made that handsome man tick. He seemed to be very gentle, and patient, but he had a firm side. He wasn't a pushover. She liked that. He forced her to confront herself, and she'd needed that jolt of reality. She liked everything about him, even that blonde messy hair of his. She wondered how he washed those dreads of his. Whatever he did to them smelled heavenly.

He lay on her couch, and he looked like a cherub to Lynne when he slept. She'd never really watched any man sleeping that deeply before. He looked like an angel with those blonde dreadlocks. She moved closer so she was standing right over him. He was sleeping so deeply he thought she wouldn't notice. He was so handsome with his chiseled face. Even his eyelashes were deep blonde. Those blonde eyelashes fascinated her. She couldn't deny that. 

He must have gotten hot overnight, because he threw off his covers, and he lay flat on his back. He was wearing a white undershirt, and she could see that he had thick biceps even though he was thin. And he had two tattoos. One on each arm. One looked like a sun god. The other was a music staff. They were so sexy on him. She wanted to lick both of his tattoos.

Wanted to lick those thick looking nipples through his undershirt. The sweeter he was, the gentler he was, the way he held her when she cried, when he was patient, the more she liked who he was, the hornier it seemed to make her. She'd never wanted to lick a man before! 

Only in her fantasies before. But she wanted to lick Leif in real life. Suck him too! Maybe if she couldn't get the sex part right she could suck him good at least. And maybe he would like that..the way she liked how his hands were under her skirt. As they got to know each other. And in time.

For now, she remembered the words of her Grandmother. The way to a man's heart was through his stomach- corny though it seemed, her Creole grandmother had recipes for everything. And, she wanted to find her way deeper into Leif's heart. She already knew he was serious about her, from the words that he spoke the previous evening. She prayed that he would not betray her trust, or grow frustrated with her, and, those issues she'd raised. But she'd warned him, so now he knew.

She wore simple sweatpants and her worn, faded, oscar the grouch t-shirt. If he really wanted to be her man, he'd see her in sweats eventually. And, she didn't want to mess up her clothes cooking. If he acted like he really thought she was scruffy she would change into something a little bit cuter.

After all the emotion of last night, and the crazy shit she put him through she wanted to make him a breakfast fit for a king.

She made walnut pancakes. She made them heart shaped, and she hoped that he didn't think that was too over the top and corny.

She also fried up some bacon for him, and started on the coffee.

***

Leif awoke to the smell of breakfast. The smell of the breakfast was so good it awoke his senses. He didn't sleep well last night. It wasn't because Lynn's couch was uncomfortable. He couldn't sleep because he'd started to care about her so much, and he hated that her first man had screwed her up so bad. Well no wonder she was so reluctant and wanted to run from him.

She seemed vibrant, and sensual, didn't really seem like she had hangups, as much as she'd had a lousy lover who did not treat her the way a real man should. If she was dry and shit, no wonder she hated intercourse. And what a tragedy, a woman as beautiful and sexy as her, not liking intercourse.

He wanted to teach her to crave his cock, and take it any way she wanted it. Fast or slow, deep or barely inside her.

He'd always be gentle and tender until she requested otherwise. He felt like he could teach her to enjoy his hardness in time. But...it started off teaching her how to enjoy other things. Sensual touches, and kisses. Making her ache for it. Sucking and licking those full sexy lips of hers. Kissing that long graceful neck of hers until she creamed her panties. Then when she creamed her panties, kiss and suck those sexy little lower lips of her until she screamed for more. That was the way to make her crave his entry. Just like when her lips trembled open when he suckled and licked her lips so good. She'd even moan, the girl was sexy, steamy as hell she just needed the right teacher.

What the hell had the last guy been doing! No matter, Leif was ever so glad that whoever this idiot was, he was a lousy lay, and a lousy boyfriend. And now, he could show her what real lovemaking, and yes, even real love felt like.

He'd been thinking about what he could teach her, show her on the couch, last night, instead of sleeping. He got a hard on so hard it ached. He hadn't felt like that in a long time, and the only reason he didn't pull out his dick and start stroking it, was that he was scared she might wake up in the middle of the night. If she caught him beating it, she would be terrified and ask him to leave, he was certain.

Or maybe he read her wrong, and with patient instruction, she'd be learning to ride him. But he was certain it was the former, and not the latter.

In any case, he couldn't help that she was sexy, and beautiful, and he felt hot, aching and hard when he thought of her. Not making love to her until she was really ready was going to be the hardest thing he ever had to do. But he'd do it with joy, because he loved her. It was those thoughts that had brought him into a fitful sleep, to be awoken to the smell of breakfast.

He was happy she was up, and breakfast smelled great.

"Man. Smells good. I haven't had a good home cooked breakfast in a while. At least a few years," he added getting up and stretching.

"Well you'll eat like a king today. You deserve it," she added softly.

"I guess I do, because you were a little mean, but, after this we're even beautiful," he added.

He walked over into her little kitchenette area.

"How about my toothbrush? You said you had a guest toothbrush. Then, I can kiss you good morning," he added with a grin.

"It's in the bathroom. I left it on the sink. I'll fix a plate for you," she added softly.

He went into the bathroom. 

He could tell she didn't get overnight visitors. All her girlie stuff was on the sink, pink razors, nail polish. Panty hose and a little bra hanging on the shower bar.

He didn't even know the beautiful little thing wore a bra sometimes. Every time he saw those sweet, small little breasts of hers, she went commando. He knew it was to make them look bigger, but he loved those little breasts. He couldn't wait to rub them gently and suck her little nipples, until she groaned with pleasure. His cock started to swell again. To make it go down, he thought of that disgusting ass mouse. Then he brushed his teeth. He brushed them well, he didn't want any yuck mouth or morning breath when he went in there to kiss her.

He returned to the kitchen.

He walked up to her, and put both his hands on her lovely waist.

"Just let me hold you for a second Lynne," he murmured softly.

He pulled her close to him in his arms, and she felt heavenly in his embrace, her soft, warm body. It had taken a lot of courage for her to reveal the pain of her past to him, and why she'd been so nervous, and skittish before. Now that he knew, he completely understood, and he wanted her to feel safe, happy, and comfortable in his arms. He wanted her to know that she might have been hurt before, but he would never, ever hurt her, as long as she was honest with him, and told him the truth about her feelings, and what she was going through. He wanted to show her love. 

"I love the way you hold me in your arms like this Leif. When I sat in your lap yesterday, I felt so safe, just like I feel right now. I feel so safe it scares me," she whispered softly.

"I'm glad you felt safe sweetie. You're very safe with me. I won't ever hurt you sweetheart, you just need to tell me the truth about what you feel, how your heart hurts, or how your heart feels good with me, and don't ever lie to me sweetheart, or hide things. And I will keep you so safe," he added dotingly into her hair.

Damn he loved her so much! He wanted to tell her, but he didn't want to overwhelm her. She was just a sweet little confused angel. And he felt so lucky that he could be the man, the man that she needed, to show her love. And she was the woman that he needed, the woman that he needed to learn how to love. There had never been a more tender feeling in his soul than the feeling that he felt for Lynne right now. But the tender feelings, they increased the feelings of lust for her, the need for her, and the ache for her, and he didn't want to scare her, but he needed to be close to her physically. He couldn't help gazing at her with lust and desire. He moved out of her embrace to gaze at her lovely little shape.

She looked yummy and adorable in her little grey sweat pants and fuzzy slippers.

"Oscar the grouch huh? Is that you? Are you a grouch, is that why you are wearing that shirt," he teased.

The t-shirt was threadbare, like she wore it often, and if he really concentrated, he imagined that he could see the outlines of two dusky, pretty little nipples through the bare fabric. Oh Jesus did this little woman not know how sexy she was.

Lynne chuckled. Then the little snort.

"No...I'm....not a grouch okay. Okay, so I was a grouch last week, and I'm sorry. But...I love Sesame Street. I guess I need to grow up some but..."

"No you don't. I think it's cute," he murmured, and he kissed her lips very softly.

She might be a little immature, but he thought she was sweet and adorable as she was. She had such a pure heart. And she felt her emotions deeply. It attracted him to her.

"I think....I think you're cute too," she said with a chuckle.

She leaned into him, and kissed his lips softly the way he'd kissed hers.

He couldn't contain the desire to suck her ripe little lips, so he started in on them again, that full bottom lip, while her chin puckered into that little dimple.

She inflamed him, drove him insane.

Now he started suckling her top lip. He loved that one too with its pronounced little tip.

"It feels good when you suck my lips like that," she whimpered, pulling away from his kissing.

He gently trailed her throat with his thumb.

"I'm glad. It feels good to suck them. Full sexy lips Lynn. Don't....don't mind me," he murmured, because he could see her eyes glance furtively at his cock, swelling in his jeans.

She was scared of his cock. Scared he was going to hurt her. No wonder she tried to scurry away all those times when he first kissed her. He'd never hurt his sweet little Lynne. 

"I'm not gonna hurt you sweetheart. Someone hurt you with it before sweetheart, but I'm not that man. Don't be scared of me. I find you really sexy, so my body will respond to what I feel, I might get hard...but I will not hurt you okay? We won't use that part of me until you say," he murmured, and he gently rubbed the small of her back.

"Oh....Okay...I've never felt so safe with anybody before. I never, I never told anyone about my past or, the rape, or anything. But I feel like I can trust you, It's really freeing," she said, and with the inflection of her voice, he could tell she was relieved. 

He cherished being the first man to make her feel safe. The way she should always feel.

"The breakfast...is getting cold, let me fix you a plate," she added.

They ate heartily. They both were hungry.

Somewhere along the way he started to feed her.

And he purposefully got syrup on the pad of her lips, so he could suck it off.

She giggled, called him a bum and did the same thing to him, sucking it off.

Soon the breakfast was forgotten, and he'd pulled her into his lap, and they were kissing like teenagers. It felt so hot, and lusty, and good to Leif, because he was limited in how he could express his sensuality with her just yet. He didn't want to scare her. But he sure could kiss her, and it progressed from tender, to passionate, to erotic. He knew they must have kissed for a good hour, changing the tempo, varying the pressure, sharing the lead.

She moaned lustily into his mouth, especially when he'd stop and tease and suck those little lips of hers until she shivered.

Her little ass felt so hot in his lap, when he was cupping it while they kissed, and he wanted to rub her sweet little pussy so badly while they kissed, but he didn't want to scare her. 

Finally, Leif and his throbbing cock couldn't take the temptation anymore.

"Let me wash the dishes sweetie. I think that's a little safer, than continuing with the kisses right now...go watch TV and relax," he added kissing her forehead.

The TV was down low as he washed the dishes and put them on the drainboard.

When he came around the corner, she quickly changed the station

"What Lynne, are you watching a porno...embarrassed for me to know," he teased sitting beside her on the couch.

As he sat beside her, he noticed she'd removed her slippers. Her feet were even cute to him. Damn it she'd made him lovesick.

He reached for her feet and pulled them into his lap.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a chuckle.

I thought this would be more comfortable for you," he teased.

"But my feet are ticklish," she chuckled, and she started to squirm and giggle.

Hearing her little giggly voice was hard, because it made him aroused and it made him wish she was giggling with joy and pleasure as he rocked gently within her.

"Leif baby please stop," she chuckled as he rubbed her insoles gently with his thumbs.

After a while her giggles subsided, and he gently started to rub her arches and heels with his thumb.

"Oh damn, that feels amazing," said Lynne.

"I'll stop it if you don't tell me what you were watching before? Porn? Those racist reporters on Fox News network? Religion stuff? Something you are ashamed of he teased," resting her feet in his lap.

"If I was ashamed of it, why would I watch it when you were in the kitchen?"

"If you weren't ashamed of it, why was the volume down low. I'll find out what it was, he teased, snatching the remote control,"

Then he simply clicked the last button.

"Awww..Lynne...you really do like Sesame Street don't you. I've never known a grown woman to watch Sesame Street. But it's cute," he teased tickling her chin.

"Are you laughing at me. Please, I bet you watch some crazy shit when you are alone in your apartment. Besides, Oscar the grouch has really changed throughout the years. He has wifi now...he has a laptop. And next week I bet he gets an iPhone," she said stifling her laughter.

"He lives in a garbage can. His priorities aren't in order. Living in a trash can with fucking wifi and a laptop...But, my buddies and I, we used to watch crazy shit like Sesame Street, Mr. Rogers, and Today's special and smoke joints...that shit was amazing," said Leif.

Lynne laughed hysterically.

"No...what's fun is to smoke some grass and then go play some old ass games on Nintendo," said Lynne.

"Which Nintendo," said Leif.

"The oldest. The best. Eight Bit," she chuckled. 

"Man, that is an old assed game. Wow. I told you before, you should like meet my brother. He's like ten years older than us. And you'd love him, because he knows all that old assed shit that you play," teased Leif.

"You wanna," she asked squinting at him. 

At first, Leif thought she was asking if he wanted to have sex, and his maleness twitched.

"Do I wanna what beautiful," he asked. His voice had dropped a whole octave with desire.

He didn't think she meant sex...so soon...he could tell that she was still terrified of his cock. 

"Wanna smoke some and play nintendo," she asked.

He knew he loved her, when he didn't feel disappointed that she wanted to smoke a dutchie and play Nintendo. It was fun just being around her, let alone when he was kissing, holding, and fondling the sexy little creature. 

And he'd never felt like this before.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 17



***

Lynne loved just hanging around in her house with Leif! He'd said earlier how much he liked hanging around with her, because she was fun to be with, but sexy at the same time. She felt the same about him and told him so. She felt safe and secure with him too, like she could trust him, with his sweet ways and gentle spirit. 

She felt warm and relaxed, having smoked a joint, and with a beer in her belly. He teased her that her weed was weak, and lame. He promised to take her back to LA with him when he went home to visit so that she could try a real joint. 

Leif sucked at Super Mario Brothers. But, being high made it so much funnier. He kept falling into the holes on the screen. She was amazed that even high, she was able to do the trick in one of the worlds to get all the extra lives. He startled her by tickling her waist when she was in a high level and needed a lot of concentration to make it over one of those big ass moats. She fell in the hole on the screen.

She was mad at him for distracting her. She'd put down her controller and started wrestling him. They play fought, and it was fun. He was gentle but they did have fun horsing around wrestling back and forth. She'd never felt so lighthearted and free with a man before. They enjoyed each other like best friends, but they played and tussled like happy little children. It was intoxicating for Lynne. 

And they wound up kissing and smoking another joint, back and forth.

Then, he started tickling her neck. She sat beside him Indian style, and she felt him start to suck her elbow.

"Damn it Leif, you even make my elbows feel good, what are you doing sweetie," she moaned softly.

She moved her arm away and chuckled.

"It bothered me. It's so cute it bothers me," he added huskily.

"My elbow? Why is my elbow cute? It's nice to be noticed. No one has ever sucked my elbow before...Leif," she moaned as he sucked her other elbow.

Leif looked at her. He swallowed so hard, she could see it, and then he looked down at her with those gorgeous blue eyes.

"It's all dusky colored and cute. Never seen anything like that before. Is it wrong, is it so wrong that I find it a little hot that you are a black woman. Just like some men like blondes, or red heads. I think, I think now I have a thing for this creamy beige skin...sweet, black girl skin. A fetish for those dusky little elbows. There's something special, pretty, and exotic about you. Not like any other woman baby...not like any other woman I've ever seen before...with those pretty little elbows...is it vulgar Lynne, if I hope that you have pretty little nipples that are the same color as those elbows of yours, is it wrong if I wonder what my hands would look like grabbing them, rubbing them, such pretty colors, melting together, white hands on gorgeous beige skin," he asked softly.

He leaned in and started sucking her mouth, and she couldn't help but groan, a loud, pleasured groan. The way he sucked her lips so gently and thoroughly, he made her so moist and tingly she felt like she was sitting in a puddle.

She leaned forward into the circle of his arms. She grabbed him, and started kissing him lustily, teasing him, exciting him with the motions of her own eager tongue. Now she made him moan.

"Mmm you're so damn sexy and cute," he grunted huskily. He kissed her passionately and pushed her down to the floor, still kissing her.

She groaned loudly into his mouth as he supported himself on his elbows, and kissed her more.

It felt much more intense kissing him laying on her back, and she felt the warmth spread from between her legs, and even make her ass tingle as he started nibbling her ears and the column of her neck. All of her tingled down below. She ached remembering the pleasure his fingers and caused her under her skirt.

"Oh I can't stand not to feel these little tits of yours any longer, I gotta feel them Lynn! I wouldn't ever hurt you...I will not hurt you sweetheart, I just want to make you feel nice," he added.

He very, very gently rubbed her breasts through the thread bare fabric of her Oscar the grouch t-shirt. The feelings of his hot husky finger tips, just ever so gently rubbing her breasts through that cotton fabric, the pleasure of the gentle cotton grazing her nipples with each touch.

"Oh it feels good!" she cried softly, 

"I'm so glad sweetheart," he moaned.

Her nipples were hard and tingly, but he touched them gently, just like she rubbed her own breasts at night in secret. And oh god, he ever teased them with the fabric.

"Ugh, please, Leif, please!" she moaned.

"Please what gorgeous," he groaned lightly suckling her lower lip.

"Suck them," she whispered.

He grinned at her.

She thought he would lift her shirt. But he closed his mouth right on one of her nipples through the cotton.

Oh what she'd been missing! She never had her breasts sucked before, only quickly and painfully groped.

His hot mouth on her right breast nipple through the cotton felt like she'd died and gone to heaven.

He lightly suck and licked gently, tenderly around her achy little areolas.  Her small breasts were so sensitive to stimulation. Oh God, she felt so wet and helpless now, if she wasn't so shy, she'd be humping his torso for relief.

She wanted to lift the shirt and offer her naked breasts, but she felt shy. She couldn't believe she found the courage to ask him to suck them in the first place. This white boy was giving her a fever!

Still she didn't want him to feel like she was slutty. But he made her feel so good she wanted to be shameless for him.

He started licking her other nipple lightly through the t-shirt as though it was an ice-cream cone. 

"I love this old ass t-shirt you are wearing. You might not realize it, but never seen anything sexier. It has been torture all day long watching your pretty little breasts jiggle around, in this thin, threadbare t-shirt. Finally I can love on them, and, now that the shirt is a little wet, I can see that those pretty little nips are dusky your elbows. I love them already. I'll save them for later," he murmured as though they were some type of candy.

But he kept sucking them tenderly, passionately through her shirt.

"Later? Later?" she whimpered.

"Yeah darlin', I like to savor you," he groaned, and he licked her lower lip with his tongue, pulling it down a bit with his passion.

His hand trailed down her stomach.

She couldn't believe she rocked her hips upward, hoping, praying that he would release her.

He lifted her shirt up just a little.

"Mmmm...wanted to see this little belly button too.  It bothers me as well. Cute little outie," he added with a husky chuckle.

"Oh Leif!" she whimpered.

She saw him swallow.

He toyed with the waistband of her grey sweatpants.

Her panties were so moist by now, she was torn between embarrassment and aching, because now she knew the pleasure that his gentle fingers could cause. 

"So Lynne, now the time has come for me to ask you a question, and I want the truth...I want to ask you before you get near your little orgasm. You...you remember what you screamed out when you peaked last time?" he asked tenderly.

"Yeah. I said I love you," she said softly.

"I loved hearing you say it. It sounded so sexy. I...I never had someone say something so sexy and tender. But...but you were being pleasured...so...so...now I want to know if you mean it Lynne," he added softly.

"I don't want to scare you," said Lynne looking in his blue eyes softly.

"I am not afraid of the idea of you loving me, at all. Would it...would it scare you if I said, I love you. I loved you way before you were coming on my fingers. I just didn't know it then. Now...officially I said it first, since I didn't say it while I was coming," he teased suckling her chin dimple.

"Oh Leif I love you so much I feel scared!" she cried out.

She rubbed his hand that was resting on her stomach. She started squirming.

"I love you a lot too! Don't be scared of me darlin'. Don't be scared to love me baby, I won't ever hurt you," he added lovingly.

"Oh Leif, please touch me. My heart feels sick for you. I've been wanting to feel those good feelings again since you had me near that bookcase. It was all I could think about. You made my body tingle so good it made my heart know I loved you! I need it so bad honey I never had it feel so good down there before!" she cried.

He slid his hands down her stomach, and over her panty crotch, just trailing lightly.

"Mmm...Yummy. Nice and wet," he moaned softly.

He teasingly brushed the crotch lightly over her pubic hairs, and pressed it in a little near her clitoris.

"Mmm," groaned Lynne.

She couldn't stand the joy, the anticipation as he lightly stroked her clitoris with his finger through her panties.

She just rolled her eyes upward with pleasure as she felt his gentle husky fingertips reach into her panties.

Slow, gentle, clockwise circles, just like she touched herself good. 

Then he lay close to her, positioned himself close to her ear.

"I love you so much baby...I'm glad to finally admit it. I'm just getting to know you, but I know that I love you," he murmured kissing and suckling her ear.

"I love your sweet juices," he groaned.

He took his three fingers out of her underwear and he started licking and suckling them gingerly.

He moaned like he tasted a sweet treat.

Then he placed his wet husky finger tips back in her under pants, very, very gently aligning his middle finger right over her clitoral hood. His husky finger felt slippery and good.

"Oh," she whimpered. It felt so good she tightened her ass and pointed out her toes.

"Is that how my little Lynne likes it, or does she like to have the lips teased?" he asked.

He used his index finger and middle finger to open and close her lips.

"Ah, yeah! I love both, I love both Leif!" Lynne screamed.

Between her legs was so wet gooey everywhere that her whole mound throbbed with pleasure when he teased her by opening and closing her lips gently. 

Leif went back to licking his fingers.

Then he reached into her panties and gave her the gentle slow circles she loved. 

"I love how you move your little waist in a figure eight while I touch you...good practice for you, for later," he teased huskily.

She felt those hot waves of pleasure building. Again the tears welled up in her eyes.

"Oh God it feels so good! I love you so damn much Leif!" she screamed.

She pointed her feet out like a ballerina and lifted her torso off the floor.

"Mmmm you make it feel so good down there!" she cried.

"I'm glad darlin," he added dotingly kissing her forehead.

He took his glistening fingers from her crotch and held them close to the pad of her lips.

"Taste," he whispered softly, tenderly.

She did this secretly when she masturbated. How did he know? She felt both turned on, by the nastiness of it, and embarrassed to do it in front of someone else.

"Leif...I..."

"I want you to know how lovely you taste. Just don't suck all the flavor away, because I'd like to have a little to myself," he murmured.

And he didn't ask anymore, he gently pushed the finger onto the pad of her lips.

He was so sensual, and he made her feel like the most beautiful woman on earth, and she loved him. She wanted to do every nasty thing he wanted to do with her for the rest of her days.

She opened her lips and looked at him obediently, angelically, savoring her own sweet and musky flavor off of his gentle index finger tip.

When she was through he said.

"Save the other fingers for me..." and he slipped all three fingers hungrily into his mouth.

"Oh it's so lovely to be sensual like this," panted Lynne.

"Oh we're just getting started. Damn, your yummy lower juices, and the taste of your sweet mouth," he groaned after he was finished with his fingers.

Then she figured, he thought he'd rather go to the source. And he kissed her lustily, erotically. And soon, she was kissing him back passionately with the same eager force.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 18



***

Finally, after a week, he knew he had to go back to his place.

"No....I don't want you to go Leif!" she cried when he was at her door with his guitar, and the duffle bag containing her clothes.

She sounded like an adorable, spoiled little girl.  He didn't want to go either.  

"Hey, I don't want to go either Lynne, but I've got laundry piled up.  I'm really running out of clothes. I need to feed my fish.  I bet they might be dead.  But none of that shit matters as much as seeing what's in my mailbox.  I know I have bills to pay.  Don't make it harder than it has to be honey.  I'll be gone for a day or so, tie up my shit, and I can spend the night again darlin' as long as you want," he added stroking her chin, and it's adorable dimple.

"I know.  But...God, I love being with you...come back soon okay.  Maybe in a few days...and spend a few nights," she added softly at the door.

"Of course honey.  Believe me this is as hard on me as it is on you.  I'll call you when I get home okay," he added kissing her forehead.

He shut the door, and walked down the steps.

He was so damn sad he felt a lump in his throat.  What the hell was wrong with him?  She wasn't dead.  He'd probably be spending the night again in an evening, two evenings tops. He couldn't stay away from her and they couldn't keep their hands off of each other.  She was coming faster, and harder now, and frankly, he wasn't going to wait too much longer to start burying his face in her legs.  He'd only been waiting so long because he wanted to gradually introduce her to things, so she didn't feel overwhelmed, and so that she learned the skills he was teaching her, very well.

Teaching her.  She was such a good little student, coming fast, coming hard, licking her own sweet juices and sharing them eagerly with him.  He didn't even need to ask her to taste every time; now sometimes she sucked his fingers as soon as he was through, and fed him the flavor from her own sweet mouth like she was sharing honey with him.  His cock ached at the thought as he walked down all those damn steps.

But then, he started thinking about waking up alone tomorrow morning.  None of Lynne's fabulous breakfasts. None of the spirited debates over the morning paper.  No teasing and tickling her and painting her toenails.  None of her old ass video games.  No serenading her on the guitar. No listening to her sing to him.  No playing with her tender, juicy little pussy while she made him feel like a hero, crying and moaning her undying love.

And he couldn't do it.

He turned around and marched up all those damn stairs.  

He banged on the door so loud and fast he must have started her because she peeped through the lock.

"It's Leify baby, don't be scared," he called lovingly.

And she opened the door.

He put his hand on her shoulder, possessively.  

"I...I don't want to....I don't...I can't stand it..."

"Can't stand what babe? What's wrong?" asked Lynne confused.

"Pack yourself a week's worth of clothes.  Bring all of the shit you need.  Of course if you leave something important we can come back here and grab it real quick, but bring the shit you need for a week...I can't stand to be without you.  You're coming back to my place today, for a week.  Get all the shit you need," he added.

Lynne let out a started chuckle.  Then she grinned and said.

"I'll grab my stuff as fast as I can," and she leaned up and impulsively kissed his cheek.

Her face was red and flushed with love.  Just like his heart was.

***

This thing with Leif was like a whirlwind.  He was tender, sexy, sweet and handsome and everything she dreamed she wanted in a man.  It was so good, she was scared and delighted.

She'd never been in love before, and she was beginning to understand that a lot of people thought they were in love, but they didn't understand that deep, passionate love that combined the sensual with the romantic, and even that deep friendship.

She was so lucky that he'd walked in that club to watch her sing.  He was so demonstrative and sweet with his love.  Maybe because he was such a free spirited hippie.  Maybe because he was perfect for her in every way. They did sometimes play up the differences in their races, but, only lovingly in the context of the things they craved.  He craved her sweet buttery black skin complexion, and she craved his dreamy blue eyes, and blonde eyelashes.  But there was no static or issues due to the differences.  She was in fact, surprised at how easy and natural it was to love him.  Made no difference that he was a white man, and she a black woman.  At this point, it just made it spicy, and fun...a taste of difference, but a deep heart and soul connection.

But Leif, was a dream.  None of the men she knew sang to their women while playing the guitar.  Rubbed their feet.  Sucked their toes.  Painted her toenails.  Went to bed just to cuddle.  Patient and took his time.  Made sure she finished so good!  Just with his hands, because he knew she wanted to take it slow.  Did all those sexy, nasty and erotic things with her juices.  The way she was raised, she thought men didn't like that taste or smell.  But her tender, sexy white boy loved her taste, and her smell. 

Now she knew that not all men were repulsed by women's juices.  Leif acted like he craved licking his fingers when they were through.  And that he wanted her to do it too.  She liked that he was freaky and nasty, it felt like nothing would be forbidden between the two of them as she "learned" from him.  He liked calling it that, affectionately when they played sensually.  It could be their own personal playground of warmth, good feelings pleasure and orgasms. 

He didn't even want her to touch him yet because he knew she had traumatic experiences with sex and wanted to ease her into stuff.  

And she'd almost ruined that shit in the beginning by being scared he was a casanova.  Imagine she'd almost fucked up the whole thing by being so afraid of him.  And she'd be missing out on the biggest joy of her life.  She was so glad he'd talked sense into her, and told her about herself on that rainy night.  The two of them laughed about it now.  He'd even taken to calling her little Ms. Faucet in private, as an endearing term about how wet she got.  But because she knew he loved her, and how wet she got the teasing didn't bother her. It was so loving...I love my little Ms. Faucet, and she giggled and blushed when he teased her.

Sometimes even now, she felt that he was too good to be true and she was scared that he would leave.

She woke up in the middle of the night sometimes checking to see that he would be there and she hadn't dreamed him up.  Sometimes, she almost pinched herself when she was close to him.  In some ways, it felt like he was giving so much more than she was, because she'd been so damaged, by how she was raised, the upbringing, and Martin.  He spent a lot of loving time undoing that damage, by showing her kindness, and care, and being patient and loving.  

And, even though she still felt scared to try sex again, she wanted to overcome her fears.  

When she could, she treated Leif like a King, since he treated her like a Queen.  

"Keep his belly full and his balls empty...you'll be engaged to that fool by summer," that's what Janelle had teased with a laugh whenever she talked about Leif.

She made sure his belly was full.

She wasn't doing good with the balls empty part, because he wouldn't let her...wouldn't let her rub his penis...wouldn't even let her see it yet.  

Didn't want to "empty" his balls with her until she wasn't scared of his penis, so they would both enjoy it.  

She dreamed about him "emptying his balls" in her, and she told him so, but he told her, she wasn't ready yet, he knew it.  She’d been abused before, and they should take it slow.  But the man was a saint.  He did not complain and said instead...

"Aching for you is going to make it the best sex and orgasm I have ever had.  I've never wanted anything as much as I've wanted to make love to you-  I can wait...when I finally come inside you, I'll probably die with pleasure from all the lusty build up," and he'd chuckled.

She was still working on the balls empty.  But she did a good job with the belly full. He ate hungry seconds and occasional thirds of all the meals that she cooked. He praised her cooking lavishly, and now he had favorite treats he asked her to make for him.

But he'd never tasted her Grandmother's shrimp gumbo, a creole recipe, and she knew, it was to die for.  So she looked forward to fixing him this special lunch.

And she brought him his slippers, the morning paper, and a beer, since they were spending a lazy saturday afternoon in doors.

***




Whatever she was cooking in the kitchen smelled good as hell.  She’d been at his apartment for two weeks.  Every time she started to go home, he just didn’t want her to go.  So they kept going back to her house to get her changes of clothes.  They also went every few days to water her little garden on the stoop, and to check to see that she hadn’t gotten any bills.  But, he loved having her in his apartment.  His apartment was quite a bit nicer than hers, even though it was a one bedroom.  

And, he got his first inkling about how pervasive racism could be.  Lynne was paying more for a smaller apartment with much older appliances in this trendy upscale neighborhood that they both called home.  The cynical side of him thought that the increased price was to price African-Americans out of the neighborhood.   He’d wanted to take the landlord before the fair housing commission, she shouldn’t be paying more.  Lynne was angry and told him to drop it, she didn’t want to make waves, and she also had seen a similar issue where the tenant was told that those laws only applied to commercial properties over a certain size.  

And she wanted to believe the best out of her Jewish Landlord.  Leif did not believe the best out of the man.  While Leif’s family was very well to do now, before the family farm took off, he’d spent his days in elementary and middle school, poor, but being bused into a wealthy white school district.  So, he knew a bit about discrimination, even if he didn’t have the full picture that Lynne had as a lovely black woman.  Living in these two separate apartments was getting crazy, and he was just waiting for the right moment to suggest that she move into the apartment.  Then it could become their apartment.  She’d be able to save the extra money to help her career.  The drum kit her band was using was old and raggedy as hell.  

He was really enjoying her great cooking, and her thoughtfulness, during her stay bringing him a beer when she thought he was thirsty, bringing him the paper from the front door.  He didn’t take these acts of kindness for granted.  He’d never met a woman as thoughtful as Lynne, with the little details that made him feel comfortable.

He certainly loved to give back to her in that way, washing the dishes after she cooked, and rubbing her feet.  When she was less shy around him, he relished the idea of giving her a bath.  Scrubbing her up good and kissing those cute little toes of hers.   

Pretty soon, he missed her. He wanted to be in the kitchen where she was, fixing something that smelled tasty.  He got up from his leather chair with beer and paper in hand.  He walked to the stainless steel fridge, and pulled out another beer.  
He popped the top with his teeth and sat it on the counter beside her.

“Want a beer baby?”

“Thanks baby,” said Lynne softly.

He loved when she first woke up and her voice was husky.  It was sexy.

“You need any help,” he murmured into her neck, grabbing her around her waist and kissing her neck.

Her sweet giggles filled the kitchen.  Then her cute little snort.

“Stop it!  Every time you start, something gets ruined…and I don’t want to ruin this one.  Sit down,” she teased.

“Oh ever since you burned the bottom of those banana nut muffins.  That was only one damn dish.  And it only got ruined because I was busy buttering your little muffin.  You weren’t complaining when you were coming.  Besides, we cut the bottoms off of those things, and they were great,” said Leif.

“Okay Elaine.  Muffin tops.  Like that episode of Seinfeld. Well, we can’t cut the bottoms off my grandma’s gumbo.  You need to behave until it’s done. As soon as I turn the burner off and tell you it’s ready, you can be as naughty as you always are,” she teased, washing shrimp in the sink.


She bent down and reached into his cabinet.  They’d been shopping earlier in the week, because she’d said she wanted to fix this gumbo for him, and needed a pot to make it, a pot that he didn’t have.  He wasn’t a good cook at all.  He’d just mastered boiling water.  

When she bent over to get the pot, his eyes followed her.  He loved to watch her when she didn’t know he was watching her.  Lynne was wearing these cute, tight little denim shorts, and a tight black little t-shirt.  The shorts showed off her cute little ass, and how juicy and nicely shaped it was.  But when she bent down, the shorts rode up in her ass a little bit, and he could see where her sweet little ass cheeks met her thighs.

He stared at that cute little flesh, the intersection of the ass and her hamstring for a little while, and he licked his lips.  It looked damn tasty to him.  He’d never noticed that area on a woman before, but he noticed it on Lynne, along with how the sweet flesh was a darker tan than the rest of the beige skin of her thigh.

He wanted to lick her.  His mouth watered.  She boiled a pot of rice, started on her broth, and put those washed shrimp in the pot.

“Damn.  Starting to smell good, can’t wait for you to taste this,” she murmured.

“I can’t wait to taste it either baby,” he groaned.

He wasn't thinking about tasting soup.  He could tell she was involved in the soup, because she didn’t hear the sexual cadence in his groan.  She thought he was thinking about the soup.  And that was okay.  He was enjoying the view of Lynne in those tight ass jean shorts, and how they rode up and showed that sweet secret, dusky flesh.

Mmm…a licking and biting was in order for her little thigh.

It took about an hour, but the gumbo was finished.  She’d even put some sausage in there, so it smelled delicious.

“Taste” she murmured ladling some from the big cooking spoon up to his lips.

It was delicious!  Lynne’s cooking was the best of anyone he knew outside of his grandmother.

They ate the soup hungrily.  It was a delicious concoction, and he asked her if she knew any more Louisiana creole recipes.  She promised to find more from her grandma, and told him that she’d let her granny know that she now had a man to feed.  Her grandma would be happy to oblige, and help her with more recipes.  

In the meantime, that soup tasted so good, Leif grabbed his bowl and drank the rest of the soup out of the bowl by the rim.  And, when he was finished, he stuck his tongue out and started licking the bowl.

Lynne howled with laughter.  Then did her cute little trademark snort.  

“That’s so disgusting baby!  You don’t have to lick the bowl.  There’s plenty of soup still in the pot! You want me to get you another bowl” she exclaimed continuing her giggles.

“I believe in licking things thoroughly when they taste good.  Not shy about licking the bowl,” he murmured licking his lips; then wiping them off with the back of his hands.

Lynne chuckled.

Then she added shyly…

“That bowl, is lucky to have you licking it.  Because I love how you lick my mouth when we start to kiss.  Still, that shit was gross, licking the bowl, but you make me laugh…you’re so silly and crazy.  And I’m glad you liked the gumbo,” she added with a chuckle, taking their two bowls over to the kitchen sink.

Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore!

She bent down to pick up something she dropped and he saw that sweet little intersection of ass and thigh.  Thigh and ass.  And he knew that he wanted her, wouldn’t be able to go another second without tasting her sweet, pretty little pussy.

He pulled out his chair and he just walked up to her and knelt behind her.

Before she could turn around, he’d stuck his tongue out and started licking that sweet, dark flesh between her thigh and ass.

“Oh Leif!  My God, that feels so good, and so nasty,” she exclaimed and she squirmed her little ass away from his tongue.

“I love to make it feel good and nasty,” he murmured kissing the cute little crack of her ass through the jean shorts.

He delighted as she squirmed around on the floor.  She was on all fours now; he’d startled her with pleasure at the ministrations of his tongue, causing her to go down on all fours.  Adorable.  Sensual.


“I love it when you make me feel good and nasty,” she turned around and sat in the floor beside him.

She leaned up to kiss him, and he kissed her lips softly.

“Touch me,” she whispered

Then he said

“You’re as sweet and savory as that soup bowl.   I’m tired of tasting it on my fingers after the joy is through.  I want to taste the sweet honey right at the source.  Sit on the counter top now.  I want my dessert,” he said tickling her chin dimple with his finger.

“Leif baby, I should shower I…If you’re going to do that…I want to make sure I taste good and smell good to you,”

“I heard you showering early this morning.   That’s more than enough.  I don’t want you washing away my sweet musky flavor.  I want you on that counter top.  If I have to ask again, I’m biting that cute little deep tan skin where your little ass cheek and thigh meet.  I’ve been watching it all morning, and it’s got me so aroused, It’s got me needing to Iick, eat and suck your body, like I licked the bowl,” he groaned softly.

She stood up right, and he helped her get hoisted up on the counter top.  Two, gorgeous beige legs flanked on either side of his waist.  And all he wanted to do was suck, taste, and tease her between her thighs.  

He started with her full pouty mouth, just sucking the pad gently, sensuously.

She moaned into his mouth.

“I want there to be plenty of juice for me to lick and suck baby,” he added.

But, when she leaned up and mashed her face into his own, kissing him lustily, nastily bobbing her tongue in his mouth this way, and that way, he figured he didn’t have much to worry about.  So he played with her bare nipples through her t-shirt.  She went wild now, squirming on the counter top.

She separated her lips from his moaning

“Oh Leif, I’m already getting so wet!”

“I want your panties soaked though, before we even start,” he murmured in her ear.  Then he started teasing and suckling around the curve of her ear and her earlobe.

He slid his hands under her shirt, to pay with the small of her back.

She made a sweet little growl at the back of her throat.

He made her feel so good, she yelped.  He loved the loud sexy moans.  He never made a woman howl so hard, just by touching and kissing her.

He couldn’t wait to see what kind of noises she made when he buried his cock deep inside her.  He knew she wasn’t ready, but thinking about it made him so sore, made him want it so much more!  

He started playing with her stomach, and he kissed and licked around her belly button.

He chuckled with delight as she shyly, tentatively laced her fingers over her denim shorts button.

“Go ahead…take off your shorts for me, if you think you’re ready baby,” he encouraged.

To help further encouraged her, he licked and kissed right above her calf, where her thigh met the calf.  Damn it!  He never had been having sex before Lynne.  He thought he was, but even though he hadn’t even had intercourse with Lynne yet, the things he did with her were so hot and sexy, turned him on, and were fun!  




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 18



He did things with her that he hadn’t done before, even though he’d been having sex for years.  He always knew how to please a woman, he did good deeds with his fingers and lasted long enough to satisfy, but he never loved to tease anyone as much as Lynne. He never licked that soft sexy meat between the woman’s thigh and calf before.  

Tasting that tasty meat between her thigh and calf.

He wondered if he could stand the feeling of Lynne’s pussy she turned him on so much.  He thought he might come as soon as he felt her hot, sweet little pussy enveloping around him.  He had time for that yet, but he had to build up some type of tolerance for the sweet temptations of her flesh, because she would think he was a lousy lay if he could only stroke a few times before he came!   He was glad they were going at Lynne’s pace and waiting.  He had to get used to her so he didn’t blow his load to early.   

When he licked the backside of her leg near her lovely ass, she made this startled little moan.

“Oh that shit feels so good!  It’s weird and gooey everywhere!” she moaned loudly.

The moans that she made, was part of the reason, he was glad to wait for her a little.  He was scared if he was in her, moving around, and she made a sweet moan, in that cute accent of hers, he’d bust his load, even though he would be trying to be gentleman and wait for her.  

“I love when you feel weird and gooey.  It means wet panties, and tasty juices for me,” he murmured.

Then he started sucking her kneecaps.

Lynne peeled out of her shorts in short order, pulling them down and wriggling them over lovely thighs and calves.  

And, underneath the she was wearing these sexy, white, cotton boy cut panties.  They were designed, he already guessed so that her underwear wouldn’t be hanging out of the top, or bottom of her shorts.  He didn’t think she knew how sexy they were.  But they were cute, and sexy as hell.

And she was already so wet, her white material of the cotton shorts was gray with moisture.

“Mmmm...perfect, pretty little panties Lynne.  I don’t even need to get them all the way off to make you come…and that’s nice because I’d like to save undressing you all the way, seeing all that sweet, soft, beige skin,” he murmured.

Now that he knew what her past had been like, he wanted to wait before he undressed her all the way, seduce her, but more importantly, make her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world; in his eyes, she was.  

“Oh Leif, I can’t wait to know how it feels...I was always curious about it.  I never did this shit before!” she cried.

He hadn’t gone down on a woman before either, but he was so glad he'd waited he just hope he'd be able to pleasure her well. 

After he sucked her kneecaps, he licked a trail up her thigh.  Her soft skin tasted so sweet to him.  He kept licking in gentle circles until he found that dark tan flesh where ass and thigh were joined.

Oh Jesus, it bothered him with lust!   He loved all the sweet variations in shading on her lovely light black skin.  Before he realized what he was doing, he bit that sweet ass meat.

She squealed out of shock.  

“Ouch!”

“Did I hurt you,” he asked lovingly.

She giggled.

“No, just surprised me,” she said laughing.  

Then he sucked where he bit, right where her sweet little ass met her thigh and she pulled on his dreadlocks and whimpered.

Leif felt his cock leaking pre-cum, her sweet sexy voice aroused him so much.

He licked that sweet little curve of her ass when it joined her thigh.

“You’re so good to me baby!” she panted and she squirmed.

When he licked it, he loved the taste of her, sweet, soapy and nutty.  It made him want to lick her sweet little ass so much.  And, he’d never wanted to do that before.  He wanted to bend her over the couch and tell her to stick her sexy, round little ass in the air while he ate her every crevice, and she howled and made weird noises with her cute little accent, creaming the front of her cute little panties.

But he knew she was too shy for that right now.  

So, he would eat what her shyness would allow for now.

‘You’re so good to me baby,’ the words rang in his ears.  He wanted to be the best lover in the world, only for his sweet little Lynne.

He teasingly moved his fingers under the legs of one of her panties.

Her little pussy was so hot and wet, he couldn’t stand it anymore.  He licked his fingers, a prelude to the delights he’d feel tasting her below.

She sucked his fingers obediently and he moved one of the legs of her underwear to the side.

It was his turn to growl with joy when she placed both of her feet on the counter top and eagerly spread her legs wide!

She spread them wide and shamelessly for the delights of his tongue.

How he marveled at what he could see, just the side of one of her lips, those coarse, sandy brown little hairs, and that luscious tan shade he’d witnessed between her thighs.  Her vaginal lip, the one he could see so far, was darker than the rest of her skin, just like that sweet little meat between her ass and thighs.

He couldn’t stand it anymore!  He hooked his thumb into her panties and peeled them off to the side, and up a little further into her cute little ass so that he could suck both the pretty little pussy lips.  When he pulled them up like that, she let out a pleasurable little groan, and he supposed the sensation of having her panties pulled into her cute little ass was pleasurable.

Wait until she felt his tongue on her!

She was squirming and wiggling on the counter top.

“Oh please Leif-y I want it so much,” she whimpered.

That little accent was adorable, turning him on.  Her sexy little voice begging him, for pleasure, for orgasm, for relief, and it made him feel wonderful, and proud, and tender towards her.

“What do you want, tell me…tell me what you want and I’ll spend all morning giving it to you,” he added tickling her chin dimple, which was puckered.

He saw this as an opportunity to help coax her out of her sensual shell, and to be able to reward her for being bold, and sexy, and giving into becoming the sensual little creature he knew she was.  

“I…you know what I want you to do to me.  You’ve been teasing me with it for days…and I wouldn’t let you because I hadn’t taken a bath whenever you’d try to go there….now I’ve had my shower this morning…and now your head is down there and you won’t do it to me…you’re so mean Leif,” she cried, pouting down at him.

He chuckled.  Then, he tickled the puckered dimple of her chin, and said, purposefully into her pussy.

“Tell your man what you want honey.  Tell me.  Do you want me to kiss and suck your pretty little pussy until you come,” he asked.

She bristled when he said the word pussy.

He saw the shock filter on her face and she sort of looked down at him shamefully.  Her face flushed with color.  

“You….you don’t like the word pussy do you?” he asked, and he sighed.

He felt badly that she’d had such a sheltered upbringing, as hot, and sexy as she was.  There was nothing really wrong with the word pussy to him.  It turned him on, and he didn’t see why he couldn’t say it to the woman he loved.  Still, her needs were first with him. If she didn’t like the word, he’d find a language where they could communicate.  Whatever word she wanted to call that patch between her legs, he would call it just that, even if he had to call it pussy in his mind, because that was the language that turned him on.  

“I…I umm…I never liked it before but…but I want you to like what I say to you.  And when you say it…it sounds kind of sexy…naughty and sexy…I want you…I want you to set me free Leif…I…I love being your woman…I wanna please you and do what you like that’s sexy too.  If you like the word pussy, then…then I like saying pussy.  It sounds sexy and naughty.  Just never been wild enough to say it before.  Pussy,” she said softly, licking her lips

He thought he’d cream his shorts again hearing her say pussy.  Oh his cock ached so bad.

Because it was forbidden and naughty to her little lips, hearing her say it turned him on more than it had ever turned him on when anyone else had said it.  Eros, that was what he felt right now.  The Greek word for sexual love.

“Oh Lynne.  Honey I love you so much.  Tell your man what you want him to do to your sweet little pussy, and then I’ll do it all day long,”

“Kiss and suck my pussy Leif!  Kiss and suck my pussy good!” she cried.

He grunted.  To answer her, he moved her panties to the side and started kissing around her sweet little pussy lips and the cute coarse hairs.

He loved the coarse hairs, the feeling of them, over his lips, they turned him on.

“OH baby I love how you kiss my pussy!” she cried.

He was kissing her wetness while she moaned and he decided to reward her, for her boldness with her new vocabulary word, pussy.  He lifted the leg of her panties and he took one very gentle slow lap up the seam where her lips were joined, parting them with the motion of his tongue, licking slowly up the seam.

And he moaned when he tasted those sweet juices on his tongue.

He stopped licking her and licked his lips.  Oh god!  She tasted so good, and he wanted her to know it, it so much better than getting it second hand of his fingertips after he masturbated her.  

“Nothing tastes sweeter than your little pussy.  Not candies, not cookies.  Nothing.  I’ll eat it all afternoon if you let me,” he murmured.

He buried his nose between her legs, sniffing, inhaling, and he loved the smell of Lynne too, the sweet smell of her feminine juices made his cock swell even more than he thought possible and ache.

“You pussy smells good too, so sweet and musky.  I love your little pussy just like I love you Lynne,” he groaned passionately.  

“Please eat my pussy Leif!” she cried.

And the sound of her begging him like that, with her new word, he buried his head between her beautiful little legs and gave her pussy a bold lick, clear from the tip where her little clit was, all the way down to her ass.

She made a base, animalistic little moan.  Like a sweet little wildcat being set free.  A wild, feverish moan and jerked her hips up from the counter top.  

Then she wrapped her legs around his head so he couldn’t get away.

“Oh God I love how you lick it Leif, don’t stop,” she begged.

He pointed out his tongue and lapped it gently over her clitoris, just gently licking both the clitoris and the little lips surrounding it.

She made these noises like she made when he tickled her feet but, they were louder.  She yelped like a helpless little puppy, helpless with pleasure and it aroused his cock so much.  It felt good to her.  Oh he loved making her feel good so much he felt his eyes swell up with tears.

Damn it, she was making him feel all emotional and loving even in the middle of trying to eat her pussy!  He loved her more and more all the time, and it was all bound up tightly in his deep sexual attraction to her.

“Oh it’s so good to me baby! She cried.  She started lifting her butt off the counter top, rocking into the motion of his tongue.

She seemed to like it when he teased her by wriggling her little lips and pushing on her clit hood lightly with his tongue, and he loved the taste of her little clit as it hardened and swelled.  He licked her little pussy gently like a cat lapping at a delicious milk saucer, ticking her lips, tickling her little clit hood.

She started pulling on his dreadlocks now.  

How he loved when she got so worked up.

He started kissing around her full, ripe little pussy lips now.  They were swelling up with pleasure.

“Oh you kiss my pussy so good Leif!” she cried loudly.

He knew, she was putting emphasis on that word, for him, because it drove him wild, and he loved hearing her little innocent, inner city voice say it so much.

He wanted to reward her for coming out of her shell, so he gently sucked and kissed the lips.  She liked having the lips kissed and sucked, and she lifted her legs in the air, grinding into his face.

He moved her panties further to the side and licked her sweet little pussy up and down, up and down thoroughly over her clit and vulva, swirling his tongue in slow, gentle circles, making sure to wriggle and tease the lips as he licked.

She liked having the lips teased.  And for variation he suckled her lips.  Her little clit was so swollen.  He never knew they could get so swollen.  It was so sexy to him and he figured she must be filled with pleasure, more pleasure than she’d ever known. 

He sucked her pussy lips like he sucked her mouth when the kissed.

She made more of her little yelping noises, and her looked up at her face.  He liked seeing her beautiful brown eyes when she went over the top.  Her face was just flushed pink with pleasure.  Soon he couldn’t see the brown eyes, only the whites, she’d rolled those big brown eyes completely up in the sockets with joy.

“Oh please I’m about to come!” she cried.

“Mmm..” he groaned.

He buried his face in her sweet juices, licking her from her clit, all the way to the bottom of her pussy, where he should enter her.

He tasted a sweet flood of her juices beginning, and, he knew she had issues with penetration, but he could not help licking his tongue lightly around where he should enter her, teasing the hole, the source of all those delicious erotic juices that they loved.

“Oh, it feels so good right there!” she yelped.

He took that as encouragement.  He gently started wriggling her cute little pussy lips with his index and middle finger, gentle circles, in and out, opening her and closing her gently.

Then, he started gently teasing, twisting, and twirling his tongue deeper and deeper, winding it deeper, and deeper into her hot love, savoring the taste, and scent of her sweet, sweet sex.

“Oh it feels good inside me!  Leif!  Oh it doesn’t hurt a bit!” she cried.

It sounded like she was shocked that anything would feel good entering her sweet little pussy.  It hurt his heart to know that she'd associated the act of having something enter her pussy with pain.  But he caused her pleasure.  Her first pleasure.  His heart ached with love for her.   

He always wanted to make her feel good down there.

He wriggled his tongue in gentle, clockwise circles as far as it would go.

She was past being able to talk now just moaning with her pleasure.

He started dragging the crotch of her panties teasingly along her cute little lips and clit and she groaned,

“Oh I love you so much baby!   Oh my pussy is coming so good!”

Even though it felt good to hear that sweet little voice giving him that declaration, all those sweet fluids in his mouth, and her rapid little pussy contractions told the story without the vocal confirmation.

But he wasn’t ready to stop.  He kept sucking and licking her.

“Oh baby stop, it tickles, after I come,” she giggled squirming away.

But he knew if she’d let him continue, the feeling would probably build into another orgasm, and the sweet little thing loved to edge herself, taking herself right to the edge, and not come, several times, only to later finish in a toe curling orgasm.  It made her orgasms better.  That took a lot of self-control and practice, and she loved it, the pleasure was better that way.

He wanted her to learn how to have multiple orgasms.  It also took a lot of self control and practice, and he knew from experience that her pleasure would be mind boggling that way.  He was jealous of the sweet little thing for being able to come more than once so quickly.  He would teach her.  Show her.  

He wouldn’t let her get away.  He wrapped his arms around her legs and started sucking her pussy through her panties.

She whimpered and moaned.

Then the sexy little thing lifted her own panty crotch, and he rewarded her boldness with more tongue strokes.

“Oh this shit feels so good I can’t be ashamed right now!” she moaned.

She spread her pussy lips under her panties with her index and middle finger.  Oh, he loved her little pussy so much!  Loved that she spread the pretty little lips for him shamelessly.  

He licked her clit hood gently, and alternated between that, and penetrating her with a loving tongue, and gentle, clockwise circles while she winded her hips.

She moaned so loud and so thoroughly and those cute lips contracted under his tongue so much, he knew that she was coming again.

He wouldn’t stop until the last vestiges of spasms wracked her sweet little body.

“Again?  You wanna come again darlin’,” he asked sweetly.

She nodded eagerly.  And so, he sucked and licked her again and she came again twice more with rapid shudders.  Three times in quick succession.  Multiple orgasms for his cutie.  

“You love having your little pussy sucked and kissed.  Such a pretty little pussy, what I’ve seen so far.  You deserve to have it sucked, it’s pretty and sweet just like it’s owner.  I loved doing that to you.  You’re….I told you before, but you’re the first woman I ever did it for Lynne.  And I have a feeling you’ll be the last, cuz you’re gonna be mine forever.  I loved that!  Do you, do you want to have your pussy sucked again?” he asked sweetly.  

Like with the soup bowl, he was ready to eat until he had more than his fill.  But when he looked up into her big, exotic, almond shaped eyes, she looked like she was sleep drunk.  She looked the same adorable fuzzy way she looked after their first real date and she’d had too many beers.  She looked sleepy.  Contented, relaxed, and sleepy.  He’d never seen her so content before, damn adorable.

“I would.  But I’m sleepy,” she murmured and yawned.

He got off his knees, and from between her legs.  He kissed her forehead dotingly.

“Come on sleepy head, off to the bedroom for a nap for you,” he said lovingly.

He picked her up off the counter, and carried her into he bedroom as though he was carrying her over the threshold as a newlywed.  And part of him wished that he was.

He deposited her on the bed gently.

“I love you Leif,” she said softly looking up at him.

“I love you too baby doll,” he said.

His face was still glistening with her heavenly juices.  She looked up at him angelically.  She tenderly pulled him towards her by his dreadlocks.  She started suckling his bottom lip, full of her own sweet flavors, and then the bottom lip, before tongue kissing him lustily.  

He inhaled the kiss, full of her sweet lips, and her feminine musk and passion.

Then she yawned and kissed his cheek.

She rolled over on her side and pulled the pillow close to her like a sleepy little girl as he pulled the sheets around her sweet face, then slid in beside her to cuddle her.

She was asleep and snoring before he even got to kiss her forehead again, and wish her sweet dreams.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 19



***

Leif's tender ways, the way he kissed her, the way he went down on her, the way he sampled her smells and flavors made her feel like a beautiful, sensual woman.  He taught her that real, mind blowing pleasure was possible during erotic acts between two individuals.  She couldn't even remember the last time she masturbated.  She didn't have a desire to right now.  He made her feel so good from the crown of her head, to the tips of her toes.

He had such sweet, gentle, and sexy ways.  His tongue on her body, and they way he sucked and kissed her hungrily, like he was devouring a tasty dish filled her with a sweet pleasure and an ecstasy that made her sex toys seem boring now.  She couldn't even remember what was inside the box now.  Could hardly care. 

Leif also taught her, that she could have a beautiful, sexy relationship where nothing was forbidden between the two of them, but it was also tender.  He opened up her heart to what it felt like to be loved unconditionally, no matter what she thought, or believed.  She no longer had to fit in a little mold that made anyone else happy.  She could finally be herself!  It was freeing!

And it felt wonderful to sleep in his arms.  Sometimes she pretended to be asleep when he first lay beside her at night, but she wasn't really sleeping.  Just enjoying on his tender doting on her.  He'd kiss all around her face, and her cheeks, sometimes even the top of her rollers.  Sometimes she'd feel him sneaking a feel of her breasts through her shirt, and she felt this warm affection, coupled with sensual pleasure that just made her throb with joy.  She had to bite her lips, to keep from groaning in those cases.

And Lord, he was such a sexy white boy!  Being around Leif, his thick sexy arms, when he wore those white t-shirts around the house, the way his round, hard little ass looked in his worn blue jeans, was hard sometimes.  She wanted to peel off his clothes, wanted him naked, so that she could lick him from head to toe, but she resisted, because even though she loved him, and felt sexy feelings for him, she still wasn't truly ready for him to penetrate her yet.  She was enjoying the feelings of their delicious foreplay.  It was new for her, and she was also scared that once they crossed the border into "real sex" that would be the end of the luscious foreplay that made her scream for him again and again would be over.

She'd confessed to him, that she'd hid behind the dumpster after she did not return the texts that he sent just to ogle at him.  Really, it had been to see the type of man that he was, as well as snatch a glance at his physique.  She simply thought he was too sexy and beautiful to not be a casanova, and wanted to see how he acted when no one was watching him. 

"You hid behind the dumpster.  Lynne that's nutty as hell.  You're so cute, and quirky," he said, and he was overcome with chuckles.

She never heard him laugh so hard.

"Well I was scared of you back then.  But, I was glad that you played with your back to the audience, because you were shirtless.  And, I didn't want anyone seeing your chest, because I bet it's sexy.  Let me see you without your shirt on.  without your back to me," she murmured softly.

"Not yet.  I'd rather save it.  It'll be special then.  If I'm naked around you, no telling what I'll do to you," he grunted huskily.  Lynne settled for licking his gorgeous nipples through his t-shirt.  

"Okay.  Later," she'd said softly and shyly.

They had settled into a wonderful pattern of domestic bliss.  They split their time between their apartments, spending one week at each.  Leif bought her a kitten, a female kitten.  He called it their daughter.  She was there to protect her against any mice, should he not be there to help rescue her.  When he bought home that cute gray kitten she immediately snuggled it, and Leif.

She'd never had an animal before, and he teased her.  He called it practice for one day when they got married and starting a family.  When he said things like that, showing how devoted he was to her, a lot of times, she got teary eyed.

She took the easy chore with the cat, the morning feeding.  She left him to empty the litter box every other day.  She teased that was because she would be feeding an actual baby with her milk, and since she'd have to get up and feed it, all hours of the night, he would have diaper duty.  Any number two's and she'd promptly be dropping the baby in his lap.  They were practicing their future parenting duties and respective skills with the cat.  

He laughed hard at that.  But comments like that, told her how serious he was.  She was serious about him too, sick with love, and already she couldn't remember her life without him.  

They both had outside jobs, besides their nightclub gigging.  Lynne sang Jingles, and Leif actually cleaned a recording studio, and the owners graciously would let him track his band and record demos late at night, when no one wanted to use the studio.  He used to just track himself playing the guitar, but Lynne convinced him, he had a pretty voice, and he should use it.  So now, he did start to do some rough recordings, that sounded like a harder edged version of Jeff Buckley.  

And now, really late in the evenings, after their respective shows, she went with him, while he tracked her on demos.  On Late Night Saturdays he'd bring in her band, and the bassist, bassist and they'd just gig in the studio while he recorded them.  She even provided background vocals on some of the songs for his band, because Leif thought a rocky edge would sound good with the Lead singer.  She was beginning to see that Leif was the creative genius behind that bad.  The lead singer simply was bolder and had more stage charisma than Leif.  

But Leif had all the real life charisma.  He was sexy and passionate as hell with those brooding blue eyes!  When they were in that studio alone, at the mixing console, late at night, and he was working on his own demos, or stuff that he recorded on her, a lot of times, she wanted to eat him up with a spoon.  The man was sexy when he concentrated.  Sometimes she distracted him with a litany of passionate kisses until he chuckled and swatted her butt, and told her that they needed to get back to work.

He'd also asked her to see about extra side work making jingles, and she'd found him work, recording guitar riffs.  She didn't see why he felt like he needed to save more money all of a sudden, but he told her, now that they were spending more time together he wanted to build up his savings, for the future.  So, she'd let it go at that.

She rarely thought about the pain of the past anymore, all she could think about was how good it felt in the present.  She never imagined sharing the things that the two of them shared, him eating her like that, every day without reserve.  He said the day wasn't complete unless he'd feasted on her tight little pussy.  And, even calling it a pussy.  It had felt like such a forbidden, and nasty word before, but now it felt sensual and beautiful, because it was a word spoken between them as lovers.

They still hadn't had sex yet, and she was starting to want to have sex with him more.  She wanted to give him the same pleasure he gave her.  She whispered to him late at night, that she wanted to please him.

He whispered back,

"No, I want to please you.  I want you to want my cock, as bad as I want to give it to you.  You need to be aching for my cock.  You aren't ready yet,"

She didn't understand how much more she needed to plead with him, before he would see that she was ready.  She had found the idea of penetration repulsive before, but now, she felt like it was something that she would like to try with him.  She thought Leif would make it a nice feeling.  It would be pleasant.  She told him so.  

"Pleasant?  No baby, that's not ready.  Pleasant is a lot of progress from where you were that night when I saved you from the mouse, but you are not quite ready yet.  You'll know you are ready, because you'll need that cock.  You'll feel like you'll die if you don't feel it inside you," he added stroking her hair.

"Leif I want us to-"

"Hush.  When we were first getting to know each other, you said you found sex painful, and thought the idea of penetration was repulsive.  You first man degraded you, because he was a monster.  The only way to get over something like that is to feel like you need my cock.  Like it's an itch you need to scratch.  Like the feeling of being filled is some shit you need, beyond what my fingers and tongue can bring.  Until you want me to fill your little pussy baby, so bad you are begging, I don't want to do it," he added kissing her forehead.

This turned into one of their only lovers arguments, every few nights.  She wanted to please him.  She was willing, why wouldn't he let her!  

The very next day they had this same argument, and he said-

"For one thing, It's the language you use baby.  That's what shows me that you aren't ready yet.  Pleasant?  When I'm eating you down there is it pleasant, when I please you with my fingers is it pleasant," he asked.

She looked down shyly.  He was telling the truth.  It wasn't pleasant.  It felt so damn good sometimes she thought she'd die.  She stammered something but he interrupted her-

"Lynn, you already know that when I play with your body, it's not just pleasant for you.  It feels so damn good you are screaming and crying and gooey all over your little body, telling me how much you love me.  Wanting to shudder again and again.  You feel like you've died and gone to heaven at least, that's what it looks like in those big brown eyes of yours when I'm looking up into them," he added lovingly.

"But Leif, you've been so unselfish with me.  How is it wrong for me to want to please you back?  Men like intercourse.  Let me give this gift to you," she murmured and she'd start kissing him on his neck, and sometimes even straddle him.

"Lynne, women love intercourse just as much as men do, if their man is doing it right.  You just need your little pump primed right miss faucet.  That's what we are doing every day.  I'm priming the pump and I see it starting to trickle and one day it will flood like a fire hose, and you'll just rip my pants off and make love to me the way I'm already making love to you in my mind.  You'll want the intercourse.  You'll need it, you'll want me to push it up inside you.  It might take a while.  It's been rough on you.  You're healing.  You're making good progress.  We don't have to push it, I'm not going anywhere," he said.

"But how...how are you...you gotta be aching down there Leif," said Lynne.

"It's nothing I can't take care of in a warm shower while I think about eating your pussy.  Remembering your taste and the way you moan for me, always takes it over the top.  I come fast, and I come good, and it's only a taste of what it will be like later.  Besides, in some ways, waiting for it is fun.  It's been so long since I've had sex, and I've never felt your little pussy before, and I can tell by tasting it and touching it that it will feel like heaven inside your little body.  So I can wait.  As long as I need to.  Until you want to do me so hard your head spins," he added with a loving chuckle.

Then, when she was sitting on his hips, he smacked her butt and murmured, sit on my face.

And, in the dark, and only in the dark, since he hadn't seen her fully naked yet, another thing he wanted to save, he'd have her sit on his face while he used his tongue and pleasured her in every delightful, nasty way imaginable, licking her, sucking her, making her body cry with joy, over and over again, while she wet up his face and her thighs with pleasurable juices.

And lord, when he penetrated her with his tongue, she imagined he was putting his penis inside her.  His tongue felt so good inside her body.  She was starting to wonder if his penis would feel this very same way.  His tongue inside her pussy felt warm and exquisite.  She hoped his thickness would feel the same way.  

***
Another week they spent together back and forth between apartments, and later in the week Lynne got sick.  Leif actually noticed that she was sick before Lynne.  He was fascinated by the way her light black skin flushed like his own.  When he gave her orgasms, pink strains of pleasure would flush to her cheeks.  When she laughed really hard the same thing happened.  And, when she reached to hit the high notes in her songs, she would flush.

This morning, her face, and even her little nose was pink.  

"Babe your face is so red," he said, with his early morning yawn.

"Stop teasing me because I blush.  Your face is always red, white boy," she murmured crawling from the circle of his arms.

She stuck her tongue out at him like a playful little girl.  

He chuckled.

"My face is not always red.  I tan.  And might even tan better than you even though you're a black girl...we'll see when I take you back to California with me to meet my folks.  But, seriously, Lynne look at yourself in the mirror.  Even your nose is red.  And you sound stopped up.  You're getting sick," he said tauntingly.

He stood up from the bed and felt her forehead.

"You're getting sick," she mimicked.

"What?  I told you?  Loved that green mini dress and the sexy green lip stick.  Those crazy ass green glasses.  I loved your stage clothes last night.  It really matched with those rock covers.  You were like a wild punk rock chick but it was too damn cold outside to be wearing that shit.  Thank god I threw my jacket on you on the way home," scolded Leif.

"Leif, it's sweet when you worry about me, but I'm okay...I'm not sick, I probably sound hoarse because you, and your lovely tongue didn't let me get a lot of sleep last night not that I'm complaining at all," said Lynne sniffling.

"I couldn't help it.  It was that cute little green punk rock dress.  And that green lipstick.  And those crazy ass lime green shoes...I like when you wear that wild shit...your little punk rock star shit...you're so wild on stage," he teased swatting her butt. 

She brushed her teeth and fixed them oatmeal for breakfast.

Over the breakfast she admitted-

"Leif I feel shitty.  You're probably right.  I think I am getting sick babe," said Lynne.

"Well go rest in the living room.  I'll make you some tea...I'll do the dishes," he added, as he washed up the dishes.

Lynn requested a hot toddy, an alcohol and spice based drink to soothe her cold, and he made it for her.  

She sipped the hot toddy.

"Wanna play some of my new ass games," said Leif with a chuckle.

That was their joke because Lynne had old games that she loved at her apartment and he had a new playstation and a lot of modern games.  Lynne was pretty good at them but she really loved the old school games.

"I got a headache babe.  I'll watch you," she murmured.

She fell asleep like a little girl with her head on his knee.  He knew how much he loved her when he buried his lips in her sweaty little scalp, kissing her.  Poor thing.  Why was she sweating so much!  He raked his fingers in her soft, ethnic hair.

Running his fingers through her hair soothed her, and she snugged deeper into him, even in her slumber.

When she awoke, she sat up abruptly.

"Damn, my throat is scratchy," she said, and she sounded like she swallowed a mouth full of cotton.

Her face was really pink now.

"You need to go to bed sweetie," come on with me, he added, encouraging her to get up from the couch.

She might be sick, but her ass in her little sweatpants was still cute, so he groped her little ass, even as she wandered deliriously to the bedroom.  He felt so guilty for feeling her up though when he heard her little snotty cough.

"Okay.  Dr. Leif is on duty now.  Into the bed with you, and I'm going to walk to the pharmacist and get cough syrup, vics vapor rub, and all that shit.  We're going to beat the hell out of this cold, and I hope it's left your body in a few days so you don't miss a beat at the club," he added gently.  

When she didn't say anything, no spunky replies, she only nodded and held onto the comforter like a little girl, he knew she felt like shit.  When he took her temperature, and her fever was one hundred, he left as soon as he could to get the stuff he said she needed.

***

He came back with the stuff and Lynne had the covers all the way up to her ears.  She was sweating and cold at the same time.  Poor little thing she was sick as a dog.  

He took out the vic's vapor rub, and slathered it on her neck, and on her chest close to her breasts, awakening her from her sleep.  Even when he touched her when she was sick a warm undercurrent flowed through them, she moaned when he touched her.

"Down girl.  You're too sick for frisky business," he teased.

She shot him an evil eye, but even that didn't look convincing she was so sick.

He gave her the cough syrup, he got the sleepy kind because he thought she needed her rest.  She was fast asleep and out like a light within five minutes.

He actually called Linda, his mother.  He was calling her because he wanted to make sure he was doing the right things to take care of Lynne.  He hardly ever got sick, and when he did it was nothing that a few doses of cough medicine could not improve.  Lynne seemed to be getting worse.

"Linda, how long before someone gets over a cold, if they are really sick?  Been running fevers all day long," said Leif.

"Usually a few days or so, why?  Sick Leif?  Damn New York is so cold, I'm not surprised.  I don't know why you and that band didn't stay in California.  All the record companies were here.  Plus you had a place for rehearsal.  Not surprised you are sick in New York.  You're like me.  You're a sunshine kid, the cold weather has you sick," said his mom.

"It's umm, not for me...for my girlfriend," said Leif softly.  Shyly.  He didn't even realize he was blushing when he said it.  

"Girlfriend.  Wow, she must be pretty special!  I mean, you never had one of those before.  You were a real mess when you were here in California.  Chasing every pretty blonde, brunette, and red head in a skirt.  But Garrett and I told you to sow your wild oats, to make sure that you didn't get tied up into an established life pattern just because...that's what everyone thinks you should do.  Don't follow everyone else who can only see one path.  It's always start a career, get married, pump out babies.  Do what moves your spirit!  So...you finally want to stop sewing the oats?  Just don't rush anything.  Remember you have plenty of time.  Your father and I didn't marry for almost twelve years after we were living together," said Linda.

"I...I know all about that, growing up.  And I'm not doing things just because that's the way every one else does them.  That's not what this is at all.  We have a very unconventional relationship in some ways," he added softly.

He was thinking about the fact that he hadn't yet had sex with her yet, just given her sweet oral sex, and he already felt that he wanted to ask Lynne to marry him.  He was waiting to save some money for a ring, and for the right moment.  When those things were in place, he was going to propose, whether he'd made love to her fully or not.  

But sexually, they were going at Lynne's pace.  He didn't want her to be frightened of him in any way, when she gave herself to him.  She wasn't scared of him when they were fooling around.  She loved and trusted him.  Loving and trusting him when he was inside her wasn't far behind.  He was certain of it.

She needed time to rebuild her trust in a man after having been raped.  But he could feel the progress she made every time they were intimate and loving together.  Lynne was trying to rush things, but Leif knew he was doing the right thing by waiting until she begged for him.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 19



"Really?  How so," chuckled Linda.

"I...I can't get into that all right now but.  But she and I are practically living together.  Already said the I love you words and stuff like that and she...she's fun and stuff, very nice person, sweet girl.  It's real cool because, she's like a best friend, but then, she's also...umm...I'm attracted to her...I didn't know that was possible with women.  And that's probably what took me so long.  I've never met a girl like her before, she has an uptight upbringing and stuff, but she's learning to be her own person.  And it's neat to watch her grow so fast... And she's...she's a singer.  I met her in the bar.  Her music's like....I can't really describe her stuff...like all over the place, rock, pop, soul.  She'll be really famous one day if she gets the right break.  But...but she's sick with fever and a cold.  And a singer can't be sick like she's sick.  You think she needs to go to the hospital," he asked.

"I don't know Leif, she feverish?" asked his mother.

"One hundred degrees," said Leif.

"I don't think that she needs a hospital at all.  Keep an eye on her today and tomorrow.  Man.  Wish she wasn't sick.  I'd love to talk to this mystery girl.  I'm going to overnight you something for her.  A big care package.  Full of Peterson treats, from our herbal farm.  If you told me earlier, I would have sent it long ago.  I want to talk to her.  I'm not an old drag, you know we always wanted you all to look at us as older, trusted friends...and you can come to us with anything.  Especially girlfriends," said his mother.

"Hey Linda...one more thing.  It doesn't matter and stuff, but I don't want you to be surprised.  She's beautiful as she can be.  And she's black.  So....so you aren't shocked and stuff...and go staring at her.  I don't want her color to be a big deal, when she comes home to visit.  So tell my brother and Garret, so they are in the loop too.  My plan is to bring her home to meet the whole family over Christmas," said Leif.

"Leif...I'm surprised that you feel the need to tell me.  Doesn't matter to me that she's black.  Just that she loves you and treats you well, and you do the same for her," said his mother.

"I...don't make me feel embarrassed.  I just thought I should tell you, I didn't know how you'd feel about it and all that.  I...we didn't grow up around blacks in our neighborhood.  It was just kinda...bland back there...not much out there near the farm but white people.  And so, I didn't want it to be shocking," said Leif.

"If you love her, and I'm sure you do, you're going to have to grow a thick skin.  You don't need to pave the way by warning people that she's black.  If you go somewhere, and they don't accept the young woman, then that tells you a lot about the people that they are, and you should question your friendship with them.  If they don't like her because she's black, they just aren't good people to begin with.  And you know this.  We taught you that.  Her color doesn't matter to me at all.  I guess it takes falling in love with a black girl, for you to be interested in race relations.  Anyway...it's good to find someone you love.  Just don't rush into anything.  And who says you need to have a piece of paper to be in love and committed to that young lady.  Look at your father and I.  Anyway, look for my package tomorrow.  I bet she's a sweet girl.  Have her call me when she feels better," said Linda.  

Leif breathed a sigh of relief.  He didn't think his parents were prejudiced.  They were the most liberal parents that he knew.  But, color didn't come up much in their house.  When it did, they usually took the side of the minority, with their liberal thinking, and Leif had a similar bend.  Still, race was not something that touched him, or that he even gave a thought to, their discussions around the dinner table were just analytical, with the general thrust being not to discriminate against non-whites.  He just had mostly white guys as friends, and a few Hispanics.  And there's been nothing to look at but mostly white girls, in his boring LA suburb...and he'd never dated any woman seriously.  The women he'd  slept with casually had been white girls.  

And so, he had worried about what Linda's reaction would be.  Dating a black girl was out of the ordinary for him.  That was why he waited so long to tell his mother.  He only called his mother impulsively because he was worried about Lynne and didn't know who else to call to see if he should be taking her to the ER.  He was relieved that his mother didn't care about her color at all.  It made things so much easier...not that he wouldn't have loved Lynne anyway.  She was worth fighting for anyway, even if his parents didn't like her.  What the hell did he care if his mom hadn't liked her; he was thousands of miles away from LA with his own life to live.  

But honestly, he hadn't relished the idea of fighting with his parents about the race of his girlfriend.  He was relieved that on his side anyway, things were drama free.  

Now he really was thinking about proposing to Lynne!  But the time needed to feel right, and he needed to save for a ring.  


***


The care package came in the afternoon.  Sweet Lilac soaps, lotion for her skin, bath oil.  Loose Leaf herbal tea and honey for her throat.  Also a nice card that read, "looking forward to getting to know you," and was simply signed Linda.

He loved Linda.  She'd always been a great mother and given him the best she could, even when they were living in the trailer park...before Peterson's herbal farm had taken off. 

Lynne slept so hard he went and checked on her to be sure she was still okay.  Finally, around the afternoon she woke up and he took her temperature and the fever was broken.

"My mom sent you something," he said softly smiling at her.

"You told your mom about me?  Oh Leif, that's so sweet.  I...I haven't told my parents yet," said Lynne.

"I know.  I know, but I'm sure you will soon," here, said Leif sitting the opened package in her lap.

"Oh, bath stuff!  I love bath stuff!  That was so sweet of her to send me this stuff," she said grinning.

"That's the first smile I've seen in a few days.  You must be feeling better," said Leif.

"Yeah I am.  It was that damn fever that made me feel so bad.  I might even be able to sing tomorrow.  Lilac.  What I can smell of it, smells lovely," said Lynne with a hoarse chuckle.

Then she coughed.

"There's some tea in there.  And organic bee's pollen honey.   I'm gonna make you the tea," said Leif.

He brought her the hot tea and even added a lemon.

She sipped it eagerly.

"I told my mom about you...and she wants you to call her.  I don't call her a lot, maybe every week or so.  So next time I do...is it weird if I put her on the line," he asked tentatively.  

"Not at all!  I'd love to meet the woman who created you. A man so sweet, and so fine with soulful blue eyes.  You did tell her that I'm black right," said Lynne matter-of-factly.  

"Hell yeah, I did, and...like the good old hippie she is, she made me ashamed that I even mentioned anything about race.  She's more than cool with it," said Leif.

They shared a chuckle.

He had to make her eat soup, because she hadn't eaten in a few days with the sore throat.  She protested so much, because her throat was so sore, he wound up feeding her the soup.  He was going to make her eat...it had been a few days since she'd eaten, he didn't want her getting any sicker.  He teased her, that she was wasting away and he didn't want her losing any of her cute little ass. 

Then they got snuggly in the bed and he brought his video game system in the bedroom and they played games until Lynne started to feel a little better.


***

"God I feel so stinky and gross...I need a shower," she said when it got toward nightfall.

"Let me...let me give you a bath baby.   You got all that nice stuff you got from my mother.  It's...it's an opportunity for me to pamper you," he added kissing her cheek.

"Leif, that's sweet, but I feel so gross.  Maybe tomorrow," she said yawning.

"You aren't gross.  You're beautiful baby, crusty eyes and all.  Maybe not the crusty eyes, but you're still beautiful.  Do you feel better?  Up for some playing?  Because if not, maybe we should wait until tomorrow.  I won't be able to keep my hands off of you if I'm bathing you," he teased.

"Oh Leif, I missed you touching me and kissing me so much," she murmured.  

She peeled back the covers and he started on the bath.

He called her, when the bath was ready, and she walked into the bathroom.

She'd put on a white robe, and had washed her face off a little in the kitchen sink.

"This is the first time, you'll be seeing me naked.  You came up with creative ways to keep part of me covered up...so you didn't see it all, but you'll see it all this evening...are you ready to see me," she murmured walking towards him.  

"I can't wait to see your beautiful body naked darling.  I've been waiting since I saw you at the night club, the very first night.  Waiting almost two months for this, and I'm so happy I feel like a little boy at Christmas," he added pulling her close.

He toyed with the knot on her bathrobe.

"Every day that you're with me is Christmas Leif," she added softly.

She unknotted the robe, but she sort of held it clasped towards her.

He was so excited at seeing her beige flesh, his breath caught in his throat.

"Are you, are you naked under that thing," he said huskily.

"You're gonna have to take it off to find out," she teased.

He peeled it open gently.

"Oh my, you're beautiful...I've never loved anything so much before," he said softly with hushed awe, taking her in from head to toe.

"Thank you.  I know you are beautiful too.  I wanna see you naked too Leif," she murmured softly, dreamily.  

She'd shyly covered her breasts.

"Don't hide those beautiful things from me.  I've sucked and licked them through your shirt, so much, and now it's time for me to love on them naked," he added softly.

She chuckled.

"I'm not hiding them from you Leif.  I want you to see them, but I'm self conscious because they are kinda small," she added softly.

"Oh sweetness they are not too small.  They are perky and beautiful, and a nice handful.  That's all a man wants," murmured Leif.

He felt a stirring in his groin, describing the way he loved her breasts to her.

She beamed at him.

"I feel so beautiful with you, I love you Leif, and I'm glad I'm your woman," she murmured.

She stroked over the nipples, and then cupped them as though offering them to him.

He treasured her overture towards him, remembering the sweet, how shy the little thing she was just a few months ago.  She was letting her sensuality be free with him.

"Sweet, dusky colored little nipples, soft light brown just as I imagined.  I dreamed about these things...I thought they'd be the same color as you cute, dusky little elbows.  I was right" he groaned.

He'd wanted the naked little nipples in his mouth for so long he grabbed her swiftly in the small of her back, then groaned, taking as much of her tit as he could, gently into his mouth.

"Leif that feels good baby, oh your mouth is so warm and good on my breasts!" she cried her hands in his dreadlocks.

She let out a sweet little yelp, like he was soothing a sensual ache in his soul.

"Please, please love my other one too," she cried like she was parched and thirst.

So, he very gently crammed his mouth with her other breast.

"Oh your mouth, hot, and gentle, and good," she groaned, scratching at his neck.  

How he loved awakening the pleasure in her.  He gently released his lips from her nipple and kissed them.  

He drank in the smooth skin of her belly, her lovely little waist, and then, the way her hips flared, into a patch of cute, sandy colored coarse pubic hair, then those lovely legs, and cute little feet.  He kissed a trail over each part he admired except her femininity, which she covered.

She didn't want him to go there yet but he wanted to.  He loved the smell of her, the scent of her, and he bet it was strong and lovely and natural right now.  Still he understood her reticence though.  It had been a few days since a shower for her.  But he was nasty like that.  He loved her smell and taste with a raw, animalistic fever, which he couldn't yet fully define.  

He led her into the bath, the soap, bathing her with gentle but husky fingers.  He marveled at the contrast of his white fingertips on her beautiful beige skin.

He'd never felt so strongly before about seeing someone naked.  But what was different this time, was that he loved her...he hadn't loved the other women he'd seen naked before.  And Lynne was exotically beautiful with all that creamy beige skin, with elements of tan, and the way the white bubbles looked on her soft skin, as she sat down in the tub.  

He wanted to wash her hair, and at first she protested, she didn't want him wetting her hair...she didn't want it getting tangles, because it got so curly when it was wet.

She giggled her protests, pushing his hands away.  She squealed and he doused her hair playfully with water anyway until she relented.

He didn't mean to muss her hair, but he couldn't help himself.  And when he wet it, it sprang alive with those soft ethnic curls.  He'd never seen her hair do that before.  He'd only seen it when it was hanging straight, after she'd ran a flat iron on it, or whatever it was she did in the bathroom.  He watched the way her hair curled up when it was wet with wonder.  

He love her hair both ways, the straight way, and this new way, soft, curly and wild.  

And he went mad, playing with the springy curls, burying his nose in the pretty curls stroking his fingers in the tight patch of soft curls at the nape of her neck.  He really loved the tight patches of springy little Shirley temple curls at the base of her neck.  That shit was exotic, sexy and cute to him.

"You're just so exotic and sexy to me, I love these cute little curls," he whispered feverishly, playing with the tighter curls at the base of her neck.  

He didn't know what it was, that he'd said, but she grabbed him close to her again, and kissed him feverishly.  Kissed him so wild and sloppily she didn't leave him any room to breathe, and he relished the sweet flavor of her honey lemon cough drops and her sweet lips.

After she kissed him like that, she simply said.

"You love my hair the way it grows out of my scalp, then you love all of me, I love all of you too,"

And he interpreted that when he went wild for her hair, it was a deeper symbolism for her.  Loving the total woman, nothing to hide.  He really did love all of her.  Her steamy kisses made his cock ache.  

She moaned with pleasure as he bathed her skin innocently with his fingertips, then, groaned with pleasure when he washed her most private spot between her legs with just his hands.

"Leif, you should get in the bubbles with me baby...I wanna see you naked too," she crooned.

That soft, sweet inner city accent drove him mad.

He chuckled, playing with her curly hair.  

"Not this time baby, you just got over being sick.  Let me bathe you and spoil you," he murmured lifting her foot out of the water and sucking on her toes.

She let out a rapturous giggle.

His cock ached when she giggled like that.  And he wanted her.  And what he did when he wanted her, because he knew she wasn't ready yet, was give her toe curling pleasure.  Serving her every wish with his mouth. 

So he sucked on her lips, those wet full lips, and the taste, and the feeling of her sweet little lips fueled his desire further.

"I've never seen anything more beautiful than white hands on light black skin," he murmured as he soaped up her back.

"I've never felt anything more beautiful than how you touch me," she murmured.

He kissed the nape of her neck, and he swallowed.  He wanted her so much.  It was only the fact that he loved her and wanted to be patient that kept him from fucking her little brains out.  How he wanted to bend her over the tub and push inside her until they both exploded in ecstasy.

It was so hard for Leif when she groaned when he kissed down the lovely curve of her back.  

And she bit those sexy lips, as though she needed to do that to hold in her passion.

"Stand up baby, so I can wash you better," he murmured sweetly.

She obediently stood up in the water.  He loved the way they were together now.  It was beautiful.  She was starting to trust him, and he knew, he knew they would be making love soon.  For now he was content to worship her, with his lips.

She stood up with those long legs, bubbles kissing that soapy light black skin.  He didn't even care that she tasted of soap, even though it was bitter, he licked the bubbles around her sweet, light black belly button.

"Mmm, it feels so tingly and good how you lick me...Leif I love you," she murmured.

He didn't say anything, he just groaned.  She should know that he loved her too, the way he licked and kissed her everywhere.  

Lift your arms, he murmured.

She lifted her arms, and he washed her under both armpits while she kept giggling, because she felt ticklish.

But she stopped giggling when he was licking her armpits.

Her knees shook with pleasure.

Then a startled chuckle.

"Leif, I can't believe you licked my arm pit!  That shit felt so weird and good!  Boy you are so freaky and nasty, I love it!  I love how nasty and freaky you are with me, it makes me feel weak," she said looking down into his eyes.

"What, it's sweet and musky...raw.  I love it.  I want to know your whole body.  Never wanted to do that before...you've got me licking crazy shit on your body I'd never come near on a woman before.  With you I can't help it.  But I can't get enough of you little Lynne. You put me in touch with my rawest passion baby," he murmured kissing a trail down her stomach.

"Oh me too, me too, me too!  I wanna know your whole body too," she cried with pleasure as he kissed the cute little patch of sandy hair.

That was how it started kissing and sucking on that little patch of hair between her legs.  And soon she murmured...

"I feel too weak to stand, let's go to bed, I feel feverish...I can't stand no more,"

"I feel feverish too baby.   Turn around," he groaned.

She turned around and he kissed those cute, tight, springy little curls at the nape of her neck, then on down over the curve of her back.

"Cute, juicy little ass," he moaned, and he smacked it.

She chuckled with delight and shock.

"My ass is wet, that stings! You better be glad I'm sick boy," she squealed with laughter.  

"This cute, juicy little ass is begging for me to spank it.  You gotta know that a man lives to spank a little ass like yours," he said spanking her other cheek harder than the first.

He gave her butt a few more loving swats.

She tightened her little ass to shield herself better from the onslaught of his spanking, and she giggled so hard.

It was a happy, joyful giggle, and he knew as long as he lived, he'd never love anyone as much as he loved her.

"I wanna love all of you Lynne, lick you down, from your head to your little toes.  No part I don't wanna lick and suck," he groaned huskily into her backside.

He hadn't meant to do it so soon...he'd wanted to save that for when she was less shy, but he couldn't stand it anymore.  She gave him the sweetest fever imaginable.  The little cutie had him so strung out, so drugged up on her love that he wanted to lick her in her ass.  He'd never wanted to do that to a woman before.  He just loved when she was consumed with pleasure and made the sweet noises, the groans, and screamed that she loved him.  Cried out with pleasure.  And he just loved the sweet, musky flavor of her between her legs, and under her arms, and when he licked behind her hamstring.  And he wanted to taste her ass right along with the rest of her, sweet little goddess.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 19



He parted her cute, plump little ass cheeks with his thumbs.

He spread her pretty little ass wide, marveling at the furrow within and the view of her perfect, tight little pussy from behind.  Looked like a sweet little rose!

***
Leif was so good and gentle to her.  He'd cared for her so lovingly when she was sick.  She'd never been treated with such tenderness before.  He was very sensual but he was also tender.  She loved him.  She knew she had to get over this silly aversion that she had to sexual penetration.  With Leif it would at least be pleasant and not horrible like it was with Martin.  It was a way to make Leif feel good with her body and show him how much she loved him.  Any enjoyment would be a cherry, but she needed to let go and share her body with him.  And she needed to do it soon.

She'd enjoyed the sensation of him bathing her, his gentle, husky fingertips smoothing her all over from head to toe, and then kissing from head to toe.

Her body glowed with pleasure and she felt herself lubricating clear down her thighs.  She thought he would tease her and lick her pussy from behind.  He'd never licked it from behind and her mouth watered with longing to feel the pleasure of his hot and gentle tounge.  The way he teased her and pleased her, she never imagined anyone would know how to make her feel so good, unleash her secret inner longings.  Leif unleashed all her deep, forbidden desires.  The things they did were sensual, nasty, and fun, and also loving.

She loved when her juices were all over his lips now, and he'd give her a wet kiss.  She tasted her own pussy juices, his own sweet flavor, and his after-shave.  It was so intoxicating, a lot of times he was all over her ears and neck and then she was pushing his head back down there again.  He loved on her with his mouth like a hungry puppy and she was intoxicated with every second of it.

But, despite all this, Lynne was surprised when she felt him opening up her ass cheeks with his thumb.  She felt naked, exposed, vulnerable, and adored.  There would be no secrets at all between them now.  She didn't know what he would do to her, but she felt the butterflies rise from the pit of her stomach.  It felt a little bit different than she felt with him before.  She felt like she wanted him to do, whatever he wanted to do to her.  No restrictions.  If he'd wanted to penetrate her right then, she would have bent over at his request and spread herself wide if he asked.  And she'd never felt like that before.  

He whispered, right between her cheeks

"How I love you Lynne.  And all your secret, special private places.   And there's no place more private, and more special than your cute little ass.  And I wanna know all of you.  Do you want me to know all of you to Lynn," he whispered.
Then, she felt his hot, wet tongue start licking between her cheeks.

It felt so good and nasty that she felt her knees go weak.

"God, that feels so good Leif!  Oh it's so nasty sweetheart!  Oh I love the things you do to me," she cried.

That the man, loved her so much, that he would love even the lowliest, dirtiest parts of her, was a sweet sensual metaphor that was not lost on Lynne.  She just started to cry as he licked her in gentle circles over and over again, right over her anus.

She felt her knees buckling and he followed her as she squatted down in the tub.  She was on all fours.

"I see that...you like it, and it feels good to you.  So, you're my nasty little sweetheart too.  It's our tender little secret.  I love the view.  You've got the cutest little anus," he teased, and he licked some of the lubrication that was dribbling down her thighs, drawing gentle circles around her little anal pucker with his finger.  

He spread her vaginal lips and started licking, and swirling his tongue over where he should enter her.

The cry she made was an animalistic groan of unfettered pleasure that she didn't even recognize, and then he left her pussy and started licking over her anus again.

She felt so good all over her body, like she only needed a stiff breeze and she would come everywhere.

She also felt like, with him exposing her like that, she was bare, and there was nothing else that she could hide.  So, with this knowledge, she reached between her legs and she started tracing herself in these wonderful circles, and bucking her hips.

"Yeah, baby, touch yourself good while I eat your cute little ass," he cried lovingly.

He seemed to like this, because he held her firmly around her waist, and ate her anus and her pussy from behind even nastier.

"Oh wait Leif, stop, stop, I want to feel you inside me, I can't stand it any longer!
 she cried.

He released his grip on her body.

She was on her hands and knees.

"Let me help you up," he murmured softly.

He gave her his hand.

She took his hand, and stood, and buried herself in his arms, inhaling the sweet clean scent of him, feeling the heft of him even though he was slender.

He chuckled into her hair.

"Now...I'm the one who thinks we should wait," he said stroking her butt.

"Oh Leif I don't wanna wait anymore baby!" she exclaimed, pounding his chest gently with her fist in an act of desperation.  

"Well...I think, I think we should try some other things first.  You...how long has it been for you baby," he asked.

"It's been...a little more than a year," said Lynne softly.

"And you never....never liked sex at all, not even once," he confirmed.

"No, no I didn't...it always was painful.  I hated it...hated that feeling...I didn't even like fingers actually.  It always felt painful and sore, never pleasure....never the way you make me feel with your lips and your fingers, that's sheer pleasure.  I never felt nothing like that before with penetration," she answered truthfully.

"That's because it hasn't been done to you right.  It should feel so good Lynne.  You'll like being filled when I do it to you baby.  Come on, let's get in the bed.  I want to show you how good things can feel inside you.  I think you're ready now.  I don't...I don't think you should go straight into trying to fit an eight inch cock in you, even if it is my loving cock.  You're almost at the finish line little tortoise," he said.

They both chuckled at the shared humor when he said that he thought that they were moving so slow, in the beginning that it was like running the Olympics with a tortoise.


***
He lay her carefully on the bed.  He had the Lilac oil from the bath gift basket.

He sat the bottle of oil on the night table.

"In case you need a little lube to make it easier," he added.

He leaned down and kissed her lips.  She tasted the flavor of her self on his lips, her own womanly flavor and the deep, secret flesh down lower.  It was an erotic taste.

Since he'd been teasing her in the bathroom until she almost orgasmed, she had not expected that he would be going down on her again, but he went down on her again, licking and sucking her hungrily, until Lynne was straining and bucking on the mattress.   

She knew she didn't need any lube, she was tingly and soaking wet everywhere.  The things he did to her.  The nasty, freaky, sensual, loving way that he explored her. 

He started rubbing her near where he should enter her.  These gentle, teasing erotic circles.

Lynne felt a familiar fear grip her stomach and climb up her throat.  She'd always hated penetration, it always felt painful, and jabbed her, and seemed sore.

But she looked into his blue eyes.  He was so tender, and patient.  It was Leif.  She'd been wanting to feel a part of him inside her so long, it had made her feel sick with need.  Now he was going to offer that to her gently.  And he didn't even want to go all the way yet.  She was the one who suggested it they have sex.  

She needed to relax.

It was almost as though he could hear her internal thoughts.  

"Just relax.  I know this never felt good for you before, but don't be scared sugar, I wouldn't ever hurt you sweetheart.  If it's uncomfortable, just say so, and I'll stop.  I won't be mad baby," he murmured gently.

His blue eyes were so sweet and gentle that stopping was the last thing she wanted now.  He started placing all these sweet kisses on her vaginal lips like she was precious silk.  

While he kissed around her clit, he gently started pressing his finger inside.  

"Doesn't seem like you need lube baby.  You're wet enough on your own sweetheart.  Very nice," he added dotingly.  

She could feel his blue eyes studying her to gauge her reaction.

She let out a loud, impulsive moan.

Then the cry

"I love the way it feels inside me,"

"Well good sweetness, I was just about to ask if it was comfortable...feeling good is better," he moaned between doting kisses of her pubic region.  

He winded his finger inside her in gentle circles, in a come hither motion, pressing on this spongy spot inside of her.  She never felt the sensation of having that spongy spot pressed on inside.  She always avoided exploring herself internally after the painful experiences she'd had with her ex.

But the way Leif explored her internally was exquisitely pleasurable.  Tears of ecstasy leaked from the corner of her eyelids.

Lynne felt so good she shivered.  He started licking over her clitoris again and she felt a warm wave of an orgasm build deep within her.  It was different than her other orgasms...it emerged from such a deep, satisfying place.  

It felt so good she was shaking, crying, and rocking her hips when the orgasm hit her.  And then, she felt wave, after wave, of pleasurable orgasms- multiples.  

"Oh baby I love you so much!  Oh I want you inside me Leif!" she cried as her orgasms finally subsided.

He grinned up at her, kissed a trail up her stomach, and fed her the sweet flavor of her juices.

He was hard as a rock.  She could see it through his jeans.  She thought for sure, tonight would be the night, and she'd feel his hardness in her, stretching her out lovely and full like his fingers.  She never thought penetration would feel so good, as it felt with those gentle, husky fingers, teasing inside of her.  Tickling inside of her.  Thrusting gently.  Her body was made to feel pleasure that way, when she was sufficiently aroused, with her patient and loving Leif.  She could hardly fathom how something that could have felt so horrible before could give her the sweetest orgasms now.  The pleasure she felt with him made her want to cleave to him even more emotionally.  

Fulfilling, draining orgasms, that satisfied her even more completely in some ways than those luscious clitoral orgasms.  That spongy spot in her was magical she wanted to feel Leif's hardness bumping up against it inside of her.  And she wanted to give him pleasure with her body.  The way he licked and sucked her body, she knew he was hungry for the pleasure only her pussy could give him.  

So she was shocked when he said,

"That's that damn cough syrup and flu talking.  Off to bed with you.  Clean my fingers," he whispered lovingly as she sucked her own juices dry.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 20



***

After he fingered her, and licked her ass in the bathtub, Lynne started aching for Leif. Now, when they were kissing, she reached down and grabbed his penis, squeezing it through his jeans. He'd groan for a little while and then push her away.

"I wanna wait a little while longer sweetheart, it'll be nicer for you. I have something I've been meaning to ask anyway," he added.

And he'd brush her off.

She supposed it was only fair, because she'd kept him waiting for so long, with no relief. Maybe now he wanted to tease her, make her ache and beg because he'd been horny for her, for so long, for such a long time that he wanted her to teach her a lesson. 

He'd joked that he'd wanted her to rape him. Now when she tried to playfully rape him, he'd playfully push her aside. 

If she wanted to have real intercourse with him, she figured now that she needed to seduce him. Show him what she wanted. He'd been trying to tease her, draw out her desire...now she figured he wanted her to lead the seduction. She understood fully now the lessons he'd been teaching her. 

God knows she was starting to want him filling her out down there even if it hurt a little getting used to something inside her again. She was beginning to feel a sweet pleasurable ache for him for her between her legs, where he should rest inside, resulting in many, many pairs of soaking wet panties. She thought her panties were wet before, now they creamed so much she was really embarrassed.

She was already so sorry that she'd told Leif to go ahead and have sex with her, because she knew it would make it feel "pleasant". No man wanted to hear that part of him as being "pleasant". They wanted to feel like their woman ached for, and was addicted to that special part. Once again, she'd screwed shit up...because of her weird past, with her religious upbringing and that fucking creep Martin. But now she wanted Leif. Oh how she wanted him.

She'd be working on things around the house, vacuuming, and dreaming about him inside of her. She'd be daydreaming and sometimes he caught her.

He'd even tease her...

"Thinking about sex Lynne. Thinking about my gentle cock, teasing you, stroking in you gently? I think about it too. But you're not ready yet," he'd tease spanking her ass.

Sometimes he'd manhandle her over to the couch, pull down her panties and eat her. He'd finger her to glorious orgasms, telling her that he was teaching her what to do when his cock was buried inside her. They were practicing to get her ready for his cock.

When she'd reach for his belt buckle, and say she wanted the real thing, he'd playfully slap her hands away.

"You're not ready yet," he'd say.

She'd be so frustrated with him she'd cry. Literally. She'd literally cry a few tears of horny frustration. He'd drink her tears, and tell her to be patient. Good sex was worth waiting for...teasing her like this would make it really good sex. 

Once he'd even turned her on his knee, and playfully spanked her, when she sassed him about not just doing it with her already, she wanted it, she knew she did, she wanted it way more than she had when she suggested it before. She got buck with him, and started trying to pull his shirt over his head. 

He dominated her turned her over his knee like a little girl, spanked her until her bottom was warm and told her, he'd know when she was ready. After he spanked her, her panties were soaking wet. He teased her by her saying she didn't know what she was getting into...teasing him like that. 

"You're not ready yet. I'll know when you're ready," he said with a wicked chuckle.

Then he kissed her pink bottom all over with tender kisses where he'd spanked her, before licking her ass, and playing with her pussy while he held her down on his knee until she squealed with her orgasm. 

Lynn had never yearned for sex at all before...foreplay yes, but penetration no. But now she was hot for it. Yearned for it. And she was pissed off at him for teasing her, getting her so worked up and not letting her feel that hot thickness. Now she wanted to know what sex with him would feel like. Now the idea of penetration did not repulse her. It filled her with heated longings.

What a mental shift! The man knew exactly what he was doing! Knowing that, he knew what he was doing like that, she felt so erotically attracted to him, and it made her want to give herself more. It bound her to him. Made her worship him in a sense. He had the power, but it was a loving power. Not the kind of power she'd known men to use before. Not abusive power. Tender, erotic power.

"Are you staring.....are you staring at it Lynne. I'll let you touch it later on, if you're a good girl, but now I'm going to touch yours," he said.

He'd get a wicked grin and rub her under her panties until she came.

He was teasing her. Taunting her. Sometimes it made her want to cry. She knew what he was doing, building up a longing in her so strong she wanted to rip his clothes off.

"All I'm doing is for you good sweetheart. My cock will feel so good when you want it bad sweetheart. It's good for you to get frustrated. When we lay down together, your little pussy will ache with pleasure," he murmured kissing her forehead.

***

She loved showing him, that she loved him as much as he showed her that he adored her, bathing her when she was sick, and comforting her, and consoling her, even though he'd turned the tables on her and was teasing her with the temptation of sex.

She'd got Leif a vintage Led Zepplin t-shirt on ebay for his birthday, and guitar pick supposedly owned by Chris Cornell, and a new guitar bag.

Those were all things he said he wanted, when he got a little extra dough. He'd mentioned them on separate occasions, and she remembered them. He looked a little surprised and teary eyed that she'd remembered. Then she gave him a special card that she'd handwritten. He left the room after he started reading it.

She called out after him, but he gruffly said, 

"I'm okay, I've got some shit to do in here...Leave me alone for a few minutes. Lynney, I'm busy...don't be so impatient woman,"

But when he said it, his voice was husky. 

She then realized the card had moved him to tears and he was ashamed for her to see him get all choked up inside. 

But she had only spoken from her heart. There was no reason for him to be ashamed that her love moved him to tears. She was glad he loved her that much. He moved her to tears lots of times when he pleasured her, and at other times.

After he'd returned to the room, his eyes were red, but he'd removed the evidence of his tears. He didn't want her to see him cry. Wanted to appear tough, and manly. She understood. 

He simply said,

"That card, was so beautiful Lynne, and I'm glad I make you so happy baby. You make me happy too, and you're gonna see it soon. And you're gonna know it. I promise," he said and he innocently kissed the crown of her hair.

She fixed his favorite treat, that Creole Gumbo for dinner.

She was filling his bowl with seconds before he had to ask.

Belly full.

And soon, it would be balls empty for him.

***

There was a day when the dam finally busted within her. When she started to come out of her shell, and learned, to seduce Leif, the same way he'd gloriously seduced her. 

It was a Saturday, and pouring down rain, and Lynne was glad for that. She loved any excuse for them to stay in and play. He made her body feel good and her knees go weak. She wanted to do the same for him, make his knees go weak with pleasure and joy. 

How her life had changed over the past year and a half. A year and a half ago, she would have been outside on a Saturday in that pouring rain, trying to convert "sinners." Now she knew that those "sinners" were people too. Everyone was a "sinner". And hell, sinning with Leif felt so good, that she wasn't so much worried about the afterlife. It would be fine when it got here, but she enjoyed the present life. When he caressed her, when he kissed her, when he licked her with his tender mouth, it felt like a religious experience.

She was so glad she left that strict church life behind. The life she was living now, with Leif, loving her unconditionally, was the real life. She looked out at the pouring rain.

Leif was watching her in the window. She could feel his eyes on her. He watched her when he didn't think she noticed, and it made her feel so pretty and sexy. She did the same thing with him. Watched his thick arms, and his tight little ass as he moved around the house. Watched him shirtless, flanked in jeans, fresh from the shower, water droplets drying on those thick, sexy pectorals of his. Teasing her, and tempting her as they went about their daily chores. 

"God has decided that she wants me to stay in and please you today," he said with a chuckle. 

She turned around on her heel to see if she was hearing him right, and that he had indeed said that God was a she.

She was curious about Leif's philosophies on a lot of things. One of the things that she loved about him were their deep discussions and spirited debates. They listened to each other's opinions about various topics, and enjoyed a good exchange of different viewpoints. It was very different from the way things were encouraged in her former life. In her old church, a woman had whatever job she wanted to outside the home, as long as it was respectable, not something like singing. But, when she came home, the man was the boss. She'd had her spirited debates with her father before, but some subjects were immutable and not up for discussion. Subjects such as whether God was male or female in his spirit image, what the role of a woman should be in the church, and whether or not women and men were created to be equal in the home were forbidden, and not to be discussed. 

Leif was completely different. He wanted to hear what she had to say on all topics, and especially controversial ones. It was the hippie in him. If she had good reasons, he'd agree with her and change his mind. If he didn't agree, or had more experience with her, he'd patiently reason with her, to help her see his point of view. If she didn't change her viewpoint, he wasn't the least bit perturbed, like her father, and Martin were. Leif didn't view disagreements as a threat to his masculinity. Leif liked her spunk. 

Leif told her he loved talking to her. He'd had a stuttering problem when he was younger, and it had resulted in people treating him as though he was stupid. His blonde hair and good looks did not help either. But Lynne listened to him, and he told her that he appreciated that she never threw her considerable education in his face, or anyone else's. He'd never known such a humble brainiac.

And she'd never known such an open-minded soul. She was fascinated by his opinions on politics, women's rights, the treatment of minorities, philosophy and religion. Although Leif hadn't been to college, and had some stuttering issues which had made him shy to speak up in class when he was in school, he read voraciously, so his opinions were not just talking out of his ass like her father had been doing when she was growing up. It used to annoy her the way her father would talk out of his ass about certain topics, without a valid opinion to back himself up, and didn't even want to listen to Lynne's reasoned facts. 

Her father thought she thought she was too smart, since she'd gone to Yale. But it had nothing to do with Yale. She had no problem with respecting someone's well-read opinion, and didn't give a shit where they went to college, or if they'd only finished the eighth grade. She simply liked people to have invested the time to read before formulating an opinion, or at least have sound reasons for coming to certain conclusions. Leif read up on the things he'd spoken about. He also came up with some sound reasoning's for his viewpoints. He may not have been to college, but he was a smart man.

So, when Leif referred to God as a She, naturally she was curious. Obviously, having been to college she was exposed to the idea that God may take on many different forms, and that His deity could be expressed in many fashions, and even that some believed in polytheistic Gods. But it had never been safe for her to express such things, the things she was learning in her college world, with her parents, nor had she ever given much stock to these radical views touted by her history of religion and philosophy professors. The ideas seemed a little bit scary and uncomfortable to her, just so different than the way she was raised. 

She and Leif didn't talk about God much, but they definitely talked about religion. Lynne felt guilty about lapsing and not going to church, even though she hated the faith she was raised in, she felt she should be finding another church home, but Leif had patiently reasoned with her that God wasn't found in a church, he was found in your heart, and your soul. One way to find God was within the bible, not necessarily with organized, and man-made religion. He emphasized that she might find God there, but she may not. And there were other books that led to God. Not just the Christian bible. The Koran, the Torah, and other books led to him as well, even if Leif mentioned being more familiar with the bible himself.

She was fascinated- but she didn't necessarily agree. However, these differences were some of the spark that made their bond so exciting. He was a complete hippie when it came to his views on religion and God. He'd even given her a book about exploring faith, and the commonalities in all great religions. She'd devoured the book and they had great discussions on it. What she loved the most was the way that sexy man would stare deeply, and meltingly in her eyes, ask her what she thought of it, and he really wanted her to tell him. When she told him, he told her that her brains made her even fucking sexier.

His brain, made him sexy to her as well.

And she was curious about this God being a "she" shit.

"Did you say...She, when you were talking about God," said Lynne.

"Yeah, I did Lynney. Why?" he asked playfully raising his eyebrows at her.

She could tell that they were about to get involved in a mentally stimulating conversation. So she went and sat beside her hippie boyfriend on the couch, waiting to hear what philosophy this was that he had. He was so different from any man she'd ever known and she loved it!

"Because...because I never thought of God as She. I mean Leify the bible says 'He' when it talks about God. And it's pretty clear on it too," she said softly.

"Yeah...Yeah I know it does. But there are many faiths that think that God might be a She. I'm actually of the opinion that since God is a spirit, that it doesn't have a sex. Like, Ghosts aren't male or female...not the way we are But I do believe that God has certain characteristics, which personify him and stuff. Well, look at it this way, I find it hard to believe, when I look at the way God made women the mothers of the earth, and life flows through you little women, that...well that...if I refer to God it has to be He. If he makes women the mother's sometimes God might be a she. I use both Lynne-y. Sometimes he, sometimes she," he said softly, reflectively.

"I like that. Politically correct with your God pronouns. That's kinda sexy and liberal Leif," she chuckled.

"You would laugh at me. That's that strict upbringing of yours. But I have to say Lynne...you didn't see your beige flesh naked when I was bathing you. At least you can't look at your little body the way I do. If you looked at a woman's body the way a man does, you'd say, there's no way in hell that I can't entertain the possibility that God might possibly be a she. He made your naked little body look like a Goddess, and these little bodies you women have, have been getting men into a whole hell of a lot of trouble for centuries," he added with a chuckle.

Lynne laughed. She laughed so hard she snorted. Then she said-

"Well, I don't know Leif. I mean, I will agree with you that the naked woman's body is really beautiful. I'm not talking about my body, just bodies in general, although you are sweet and flattering, but yeah, the swell of the breasts, the hips, the ass, the long limbs, we women are something to look at naked...but I think...I think you men are something special to look at too. And I think...I think if we are going to have a debate like this Leif, that, you need to let me see you naked, fully naked, the way I was naked when you gave me a bath a few days ago, and I'll give you my verdict, on whether the male body is beautiful enough to be considered godlike. I'll say this- I've seen that sexy chest of yours, and those thick ass arms, and they make me entertain the possibility that, He might be a man as well. I believe your wonderful body is made in his image. So...stand up and let me undress you," murmured Lynne softly.

A grin played on his lips.

"Oh woman, you are tempting me and I-"

She held a finger to his lips.

"This is to settle a debate. You said my body is beautiful, and that makes you believe that God is a She. I'm telling you that what I see of your body is beautiful so far, and he might be a He. I'm asking you to let me see your beautiful body, to settle this debate. Besides, I've wanted to see you completely naked since I hid behind the dumpster when you were singing and I saw your muscly back. Even then, I imagined what all of it looked like. Stand up before me," she cried softly placing her hand in his and pulling him up from the couch.

"Lynne, sweetheart," he groaned. Lynne pulled and licked, and suckled his lips.

"Shhh...no talking. Just settle the bet Leify," she groaned passionately sucking his ear.

"I just want to see this sexy body of yours, because I'm convinced that your body is beautiful too. And that...that you're made in his image too," she whispered into his mouth.

He stood, so tall above her, and she saw him rock back on his heels, and even though he was much taller than her, and obviously stronger, she felt him surrender to her.

"Oh Lynne, you make me feel so good," he murmured as she toyed with the hem of his T-shirt, kissing him around his belly button.

Then she started kissing around his narrow, rippled waist. She lifted his shirt further, and licked in the furrow of his belly button.

She heard him chuckle with joy and felt his fingers tighten in her hair.

Her heart delighted to hear him, just chuckling with joy. He made her feel so good she giggled freely when he was loving her, with his gentle lips and tongue. A joyful chuckle, full of pleasure. His was just more masculine. It was delightful to have the same effect on him, as she undressed him.

He helped her by peeling his shirt off of his shoulders the rest of the way.

And damn it, he was so beautiful to her, water lined her eyes. He was hard, and solid, broad chest, rippled stomach, narrow waist, and a small smattering of curly blonde hair, starting under his belly button and hinting at what must be beyond.

And those thick ass arms! Lynne was swooning.

"I...I think this stomach of yours, and this chest of yours, is like a Greek God," she murmured. 

Now, he chuckled and was bashful.

"Are you getting shy my Leify? That's damn adorable. You're, you're sexy as hell Leif, and you have been, since the moment I saw you standing on the stoop out there in the cold," she added softly. 

"I don't think...I don't think God makes us as yummy as your little bodies though," he said softly.

"Oh now, I don't know. What about these huge, sexy ass arms of yours? Again, the Greek Mythology. Do you, Do you remember those myths? And, since you believe God can be found in almost everything...then why...why...might it not be found in a perfect body like yours. His divinity might be also reflected in a male body. You couldn't sculpt a more perfect body than that body you have," she moaned, kissing his bicep.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 20



She pulled down his sweatpants with gentle hands.

Then it was her turn for a loving chuckle.

"Nice Legs too. Of course I've seen them before. Step...step out of the pants," she added softly.

He stepped out of the pants. Now he was naked save his boxer shorts, and he seemed like miles of rippled, tan, Caucasian skin, all flanked with curly exotic blonde hair on his arms, and over his stomach, and even on his cute big toes.

"All that blonde hair against that tan white body. Never seen anything so beautiful before. Oh hell, I think this proves me right about this God business...naked men, naked men are as beautiful as women," she said gently kissing him behind his knee. 

When he stepped out of his pants, she started kissing him around his toes.

"Yeah, even your toes are sexy, with the little blonde patches," she remarked huskily.

He let out a soft groan.

"Oh Lynne your kisses feel so good to me woman!" moaned.

She stopped crouching over his feet, and began to kneel. As she started to kneel, she was eye level with is crotch and she saw his manhood start to stand out tall, and proud.

"And soon we are getting to what might be the most beautiful part Leif. I'm sorry I was so scared of it before, but I want it now...I can't wait to see it," she murmured cupping his buttocks.

She reached under his boxer shorts, and grabbed onto his haunches. She crawled around to the other side of him, on his knees, so that she was now facing the back of him.

Then she reached under his boxer shorts, and she started to squeeze his tight ass.

"I've been eyeing this tight, sexy ass of yours since I was hiding behind the dumpster, watching you perform. I saw it, in those old ass Levis that you wear on the stage. It gave me a fever...It....well, whoever says that white men don't have nice asses, they haven't seen this sexy ass that you have Leif," she murmured pulling down his boxers.

And she loved seeing his pale, white bottom. It was so pale it was almost ivory. Like a baby's ass. Adorable.

She chuckled.

"Oh Damn, it' so cute!" she exclaimed giggling. 

"Hey, don't go laughing at my ass!" he said.

"Baby don't be mad, I didn't mean to laugh. I've never seen anything so cute before. I love the color, so cute and pale. Never seen nothing like that before! It's so beautiful! Soft and pure as a baby's bottom," she murmured biting his left ass cheek gently.

He groaned.

"Oh Lynne, you're making me want you!" he cried.

"Well now, it's really getting settled now," she murmured.

And, remembering the tender delight's he'd shown her with his tongue she lifted his haunch with her finger and licked the tender meet between his own thigh and his own ass.

"Oh that feels good! No wonder you cream your panties when I do it," he cried loudly.

She pulled his boxers over his knees.

She saw the shadow of his testicles hanging down between his legs as she stood gazing at his cute little ivory ass.

She started kissing his crack. She couldn't help herself. His butt was so round and cute.

"I never had my ass kissed before. Not literally. Damn it feels good!" he cried as she peppered his buttocks with loving kisses.

It struck Lynne then, that Leif had been missing a lot during those previous sexual encounters. He knew pleasure, and fun, and he knew how to please a woman...but he hadn't known love.

Love moved you to want to kiss your man's soft, sexy bottom.

"I like making you feel good. I want to show you love. When you gave me that bath, something changed in me...I...I wanted to make you feel as good as you made me feel. And I wanted...I wanted to do anything that would give you pleasure the way that you gave me...you showed me you would do anything to please me...and I wanted I wanted badly to do anything you wanted...I wanted to feel you inside me, and I never felt a feeling so beautiful," she added.

Tears started to flow, and she wiped them away before they started to fall.

From behind, his balls looked so full that they ached. Poor man! He was aching for her. Aching for her because he loved her.

"I've been kinda selfish to you. Oh how sorry I am that it took me so long to want to feel you inside me. I knew...I knew when you loved me enough that you licked me in the ass because you thought it would bring me pleasure, and it gave me so much joy that...that you deserved all the pleasure that I could give you....and...and I knew that, I wanted to feel such a tender man loving me deeply and stroking inside of me...I...I don't think I can ever spend enough time making it all up to you, but all I can do now is try to give you as much pleasure as I can," she murmured licking the painfully purple looking ball sack that hung below his ass.

She kept tickling his balls from behind, with her tongue.

It felt so good to him that she felt him loosing his balance and she pushed gently on his thigh to balance him. It was a powerful thing to see her solid, but slender Leif, so overcome with pleasure that he was wobbly.

"I...I hardly think that you've been selfish Lynney. You've been to hell and back. Suffered pains that no beautiful woman like you should suffer. I offered to be your teacher and show you about sensuality. I think...I think you are learning quite nicely. And I think, I still think we should wait a little bit longer baby. There are still some lessons to learn. Just a few, and something special I wanna tell you first," he groaned with pleasure.

Lynne was now gently sucking on just the very bottom of his puffy testicles.

She crawled on her knees to face him.

"Oh Leif, it's beautiful!" she whispered.

His penis was a pale shade of angry looking pink, it flared out into a head that was an even deeper looking pink. It looked hard and full of aching pleasure.

Her mouth watered. She wanted to taste it so much. She felt tingly and moist. She was so excited, she felt like a virgin. She'd never sucked a man's penis before. She'd been raised to think that was dirty. But nothing, nothing seemed dirty with Leif. That first day, when he spent the night, and slept on her couch, and she saw his beautiful body sprawled out, she knew then, that she wanted to suck his cock and taste his cream, but she felt shy.

"What's beautiful," he asked.

He looked down into her brown eyes with his soulful blue eyes.

"That part of you...that...that part of you that makes you a guy. I....what do you want me, what do you want me to call it. I want to use the language that you like, just like, just like how I learned what you wanted to call mine when we were on the counter top," she added softly.

"Oh my sweet little Lynne. You can call my cock whatever you want," he added softly caressing her cheek.

"Cock...cock...is that the word you would like me to use? Is that what turns you on. I just want to do what makes your cock feel nice and hard baby," she added passionately.

"Oh Lynne, that little accent of yours, you could call it celery, and I'd still want to pin you down somewhere and have my way with you. We call yours a pussy, because that's what I like. I love the word pussy. It sounds sweet and sensual. You should call my junk whatever you like. What do you call it in your mind? In your heart. In that secret part of your heart, when you think about us making love, what have you been calling it," he asked.

"You'll laugh..." she said softly.

"No I won't," he said with a teasing smile.

"Penis," she said softly.

He did chuckle.

"Lynne, I don't believe that you only ever think it's a penis. There must be something you call it. Even if it seems silly and you are ashamed, tell me. As long as it doesn't make me laugh hysterically, we'll use your word. What is it? Love Rod, or stick or something,"

"No, stop making fun! Maybe...maybe sometimes, when I'm....when I'm feeling extra naughty I...I secretly like to think of it as a Dick," she added softly.

He stroked her hair so lovingly.

He started to kneel and kiss her but she pushed him back upright, hard.

"Aww, you're so cute and naughty. I just wanted to kiss you. Even the word dick sounds adorable and innocent on your sweet little lips. Such a naughty girl. Such a secret, filthy little sweetheart. That's turning me on. You like the word dick sweetheart. Dick makes your little panties feel wet. I'm a loving boyfriend, so if that's what you like sugar, knock yourself out. I'll call it a dick from now on too,"

"We can call it your cock sometimes too. I heard you use that word before...I know it turns you on,"

"Leif your dick is beautiful baby," she added softly, huskily.

"Big and beautiful," she added. She gently grabbed the shaft.

It was big and beautiful. 

She loved the feeling of his hot, hard length in her hands. He felt alive. 

"Jesus. I hadn't expected it to feel so good when you touched me," he whispered hotly.

"Well there then. I win this bet. You cried out Jesus. Jesus is a deity. Jesus in response to the reflection of the beauty in male form," she added softly.

He chuckled. 

"Well played Lynne. Well played. You win, you win," he groaned with pleasure.

Stroking it, it felt big, and powerful. She didn't have a lot to compare it too, and she'd been terrified of a dick before, but he had the biggest one she'd ever seen. 

Now she wanted to realize the tangible reality of what it would feel like inside of her. 

She knew he wanted them to wait some more before he penetrated her, but she couldn't wait to at least feel his hardness inside of her lips.

"Oh Leify, it's so much more beautiful than I imagined," she whispered softly over the head.

"Leify I love your dick. It's perfect to me," she whispered.

Her breath was getting closer, and closer to his shaft.

"Oh sweetheart. I've never felt so excited before. Your hot breath is almost making me wanna come," he chuckled.

He ran his fingers through her hair and gently stroked her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

She leaned forward, and gently started licking over the head of his hot, pink cock.

She just loved the smooth, sexy feel of the mushroom head.

"Oh sweetness I never imagined that shit could feel so good," he murmured.

She looked up into his soulful blue eyes. She loved being on her knees before this man she loved so much. She wanted to serve him, be obedient to his every need right now and give him so much pleasure and joy, the same way he served her.

"Do you like me touching you," she asked.

Her voice was soft and throaty when she closed her lips on he head of his penis humming like a humming bird.

"Oh Shit, yes, yes I love you baby!" he moaned loudly.

She slowly, gently removed her lips from his dick, popping his dick out gently as though it was a lollipop.

"I like it when you moan because it's good Leif. I never sucked a dick before, but I started reading up on it a few weeks ago. I've been studying, ways to make your man feel good, and I'm so eager to learn new experiences," she moaned.

"That's nerdy as hell Lynne. You might be just learning but you are a sweet, sexy, nerdy little thing, making me feel good, and I love everything about you," he added with a husky chuckle.

Tease her for studying would he? He was playful, and how she loved this man. Since he teased her she wanted to make him playfully ache and beg for mercy. 

Then she licked him on the sensitive underside of his head.

He clenched his ass cheeks together, and that's when she knew how thoroughly, she was pleasuring him.

She removed her lips from his dick again. She looked at the head of his dick again. She was so curious about that lovely slit. She wondered if something would feel good gently sliding in that slit. The way his tongue felt when it slid in her hot wet slit.

Oh she was feeling so tingly and moist worshiping his dick. She felt so tingly and creamy in her panties she wanted to masturbate but she didn't want to distract herself from lovingly servicing his cock and filling it with pleasure.

She pointed out her tongue, and tenderly started licking in the slit.

"Oh. Oh Lynne baby I love you," he murmured caressing her cheek.

"I'm coming, oh you made my dick feel so good!" he groaned, and he pushed her head back hard by her forehead knocking her off balance, and down off her knees onto her haunches.

A mountain of hot creamy cum erupted gently from the head of his pink cock head like a steamy volcano.

Lynne looked longingly at his come just gurgling out of his pink beautiful cock. He looked like he felt so good, and while he came much sooner than she expected she felt happy and proud to have satisfied him so well the first time out.

She also felt a little bit sad that he'd moved her head away before she'd gotten a taste. His come looked yummy and she loved all of him.

She got back on her knees and took a bold lick of the last vestiges of the sweet cum dribbling from his cock.

He tasted salty, a tinge sweet, and full of earthy vigor. Delicious!

"Mmm...Leify you taste good baby," she murmured as though she was sucking on a piece of candy.

Just that taste was enough that she was hungry for his hot, love cream. She wanted to suck the rest of the cum dribbling from his dick but she felt too shy. 

But, now she felt feverish for his dick. Wanted to suck all his creamy love until she bled him dry and he had no more love left to give her. She loved the taste of him, loved submitting to him, loved the feeling of his big, hard cock under her tongue, and the head of it, lovingly in the circle of her tender lips.

She also felt hurt that he pushed her away. She didn't want him to shield her from his love, because he thought she would feel that it was dirty. She was a big girl now! He taught her about love, and part of that love was giving her man pleasure. Sucking his dick. Tasting his come.

"Why did you push me away," she asked softly. Her eyes were filled with water, because she loved what they shared so much.

"I didn't hurt you did I..." he asked offering her his hand so she would stand up.

She stood up and faced him.

"No, you didn't hurt me...I just wanted to taste," she murmured softly.

"I know you did sweetheart, and that would have been fine, but my dick just erupted like Mt. Vesuvius. I didn't expect that I would come so fast. To tell you the truth I'm embarrassed. I have never come so fast, and so hard, at such little stimulation," he added.

His face was flush with embarrassment.

"You don't have to be embarrassed with me. I did the same thing with you, the first time you touched me. I think it's hot that you got that turned on. I hope it felt nice to you," she added softly.

"I never had such a strong orgasm. It happened quickly, but once it started happening, the stimulation was so light that it felt like I was coming forever. It felt amazing. But I didn't want to come on your face, and I thought, the way it felt, I might come on your face. And...I didn't want to do that, not the first time...I thought you might think it was gross, first time out. That was why I pushed your head away. Maybe later I'll come on your face if the idea of it isn't gross to you," he added softly. 

He gently kissed her lips. She was delighted and shocked that he kissed her lips, even though she'd only tasted a few drops of his come. She hadn't given blow jobs before, but she already knew how men were, from her raunchy girlfriends and a lot of them, wouldn't come near a woman, after the dick had touched their lips, even if the woman didn't let the man come inside her mouth.

What she shared with Leif was sensual. So special.

"Well are you sure you don't want me to finish cleaning you off, the way you clean me off," she asked softly, gently.

"I....I think if you're going to clean it off, it should probably be hot baby, hot come probably tastes better. I wouldn't know, but I wouldn't want it if it was cold. It's too cold now. Next time you can clean it off...if you still want to," he teased.

She went to the bathroom and got a warm washcloth. She tenderly washed of his shaft, and his balls, and his belly, which was sticky with his cold come, then kissing each place that she cleaned.

She went to place the wet washcloth in their pile of dirty laundry, and then fed their cat.

She returned to the living room ready to tease Leif about their discussion about the Deity of God, and whether he was male or female. 

Leif had pulled his clothes up and was asleep with his legs stretched out on the couch wearing the most relaxed, and peaceful expression that she'd ever seen. 

Her gorgeous man was satisfied. Her heard swelled with pride. It also gave her insight to the way Leif doted on her after they shared their tender intimacies. He was happy to be able to please her. Just like she felt now.

He looked like a blonde wild haired angel. She pushed her nose in his dreadlocks, loving their freshly washed smell. She kissed the rugged outline of his cheek.

Her blonde, beautiful angel. She kissed his eyelashes.

He snuggled into the couch deeper.

He was finally satisfied somewhat. Now that she was learning how to please him, and coming out of her shell, she'd never leave his balls aching like that again.

Balls empty.

Damn, she was so in love with this man. 

She went into the kitchen to fix breakfast. Cooking for Leif never seemed like a chore. She loved to feed him. Just like he fed her soul.

**



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 21



***

Lynne made him feel beautiful. It was funny feeling that way, he wasn't used to feeling just so lovely, inside and out. And, after wanting her so badly, in each and every way since he first saw her, even her teasing, kissing his body, sucking on his balls, licking on his haunches, and finally, licking his dick like it was a popsicle stick, and sucking it softly like a lollipop had been so amazing that he came. He never came with such gentle stimulation but it felt so good, he felt like he was coming forever. Best orgasm he'd ever had in his life! He'd never had such a gentle orgasm before. 

He was ashamed to admit that he came before she even started to suck him good. He never came so fast. Premature ejaculation overload. Doing sensual things with her excited him so much, because he'd wanted her for so long, and she was such a shy little creature, that for her to get nasty with him, to get sensual with him, confide her fantasies, hell, for her to even use the words dick and pussy, only with him, well, that proved how much she loved him, and how close she was feeling with him. The way things were with that sensual little creature, the more hot and sensual it got, the deeper his feelings of love for her were.

If he couldn't even last when she licked his dick like a tootsie roll how the hell did he expect to make it when he finally got to push deep inside her juicy, tight little pussy. He had to get control of himself before she was ready to have sex with him. Damn it if he'd bust a load after five seconds of thrusting and not even make it a good experience for her, like a fucking sixteen year old, because he lusted for her so badly. Part of him putting her off was that he'd lost his nerve. He wanted her so badly he was scared he would come the second he was stroking in her hot little pussy. She was a temptress alright, without even meaning to be, that little saucy accent, the way she moaned, the way she looked at him with the big surprised eyes when things got lusty. Those sexy faces she made when he started making her feel good. The adorable way those cheeks would flush. 

The sexy faces she made when she sucked his cock. She really did suck it like she loved how it tasted. He never had a woman make such a big deal over him before. He was starting to see, it was because those women didn't love him. It now seemed to him that for a woman to be enthusiastic for cock, she had to really loved the man. He had his dick sucked before, and it felt good, but those women didn't do it with the enthusiasm that Lynne showed. Lynne loved him, and she licked his cock and looked at him with puppy dog eyes like it was a vanilla tootsie pop. 

And it seemed his sweet little Lynne had dick fever now. She was always trying to sneak a glance at it in his jeans. She was always grabbing it when he was kissing her now. He had to brush her hands away sometimes because she kept rubbing his dick through his jeans when he would get passionate kissing, and necking her. And when she kept rubbing, he felt like he might come in his pants. He really did feel like he was in high school again.

He'd wanted to do something special for her, for a long time, ever since the very first day, when he probably went a little too far, touching her, trying to console her, and help her to understand that she was not a failure at life because she was a singer and not using her Yale degrees.

He brought her to the studio in the evenings with him. She helped him clean up the studio, and vacuum. After they did the chores together it was always late, and they had permission from the studio owner to use the equipment. 

He started tracking himself for demos before he'd met Lynne. Recording guitar beds, riffs, and solos, and even complete original electric and acoustic songs. When he recorded these songs, he used to have to run the controls on the mixer board, and then go in the studio to record.

Lynne was a little genius, so now that she was with him, he was able to teach her how to use the mixer boards to record his sound, and that freed him from having to be the sound engineer. Plus, with her side gig as a jingle recorder, she didn't get to learn how the mixer boards worked, even though she'd messed around in the studio. But she would need that knowledge if she wanted to be a recording artist. The same way she was helping him be brave and work on his stage presence, he was trying to teach her to record.

And he was getting braver now. In the beginning, he'd recorded with the lights turned all the way down. It made him nervous. Then he turned the lights up a little, but he played with his back to Lynne. Seeing her up there made him nervous.

But she would, after each take, tease him, her voice filling the studio saying

"I wish you'd let someone see those sexy blue eyes, even if you have to close them," 

So he did, little by little. Now he was recording with the lights up at house level, even though his eyes were closed with emotion most of the time.

Next, she'd slowly convinced him to sing. He hadn't wanted to sing at first. His ambition, if he ever went solo, was to be a solo guitar guy, with an emphasis on rock, like a Jeff Beck. But Lynne had worn on him.

"Come on you have a nice voice Leify," she begged him to sing.

It actually started with him saying, he wouldn't sing but he wanted her to lay down a track.

She picked one of her favorites, a song by the R&B group Mint Condition. But she wanted to completely make it over in the rock tradition, so it was like a hard rock ballad. He ended up doing the background vocals for her, the call and response part of the record. And at the playback, she said, you sound so damn good Leif! You should do half the album as your voice singing and the other half as guitar solos. So that was how it was born.

Next, he liked recording her to track...she had a litany of songs that she'd written, and she was a voracious writer, but she never did those tunes to track in a studio. She worked them in along with cover songs during live performances. He wanted her to see what the possibilities were, for her lovely voice, in the studio. So he'd listen to the music she'd recorded on her mac, those simple piano tracks, and he'd flush out the guitar melodies for her, laying everything over a pretty acoustic bed.

Sometimes, on Saturdays, if he could swing it, he'd get the band in there. After the band did their recordings, he'd save one or two spots for Lynne to give her a full, fleshed out, live backing track on record. And Lynne loved it.

Every minute. A sexy little ham she was, still doing her energetic, quirky, sexy little things, even though no stage audience was there to see her in the booth. It was this persona she had. But now, the stage woman, and Lynne off stage was merging, at least in the boudoir and he loved it.

When she watched the band's shows, she'd remarked offhandedly once, 

"I wish I had some CDs to pass out when I play in clubs,"

Soon, she was going to get her wish. He only wished that he could have produced even better tracks, and made her some even nicer bootleg CDs. But the CD he made her were nicer as the ones his band was using, and his own demo effort. 

She didn't know he was doing this; that was his plans for the tracks he recorded on her. He'd told her that it was to learn the process of recording, and maybe one day have something she could use, or take to a producer to have a vision. He had to tell the smart curious thing something, she was so inquisitive, anything so as not to ruin the surprise.

He knew from the moment he felt up under her little skirt that he wanted to convince her that nothing about her was a waste. She was going straight to the top doing her own thing, whether she used those Yale degrees or not. And he'd be right there by her side when she did.

***

He hadn't been to the doctor in at least a few years. But he knew he had played it fast and loose with women before Lynne, and he felt that he wanted to make sure that he protected her. He always used condoms, he'd never gone barebacked in a woman, but he wanted to be sure he was clean. She seemed so innocent, hadn't really been around too far, and he just wanted to be sure that he was safe. And maybe, if she felt comfortable, trusting him like that, maybe, one day, he could feel her sweet luscious body without a condom. Maybe not the first time, but in time.

He gave her the results one morning over breakfast. He knew that everything would be negative. Still, it was a relief to see he hadn't picked up anything from his wild days before Lynne.

"What's this baby," she asked when he sat the paper before her.

"I wanted...I wanted to protect you. Just to be sure...that I'm safe...for when we...you know...I don't want to...I never want to get you sick, or anything like that, so I wanted to make sure I wasn't sick. Lynne I've always been real careful, and used...used a rubber...I don't want you to think I was a total sleaze...but I might not want to be as careful with you as I've been with other women," he added tracing her lip gently with his thumb.

"Oh...I...I was always careful with my one partner before you, also...we always used condoms. My parents would have killed me, just absolutely murdered me if I'd gotten pregnant without being married. We were super careful. But I think it's really sweet that you went out and got tested and...and I think I should too...maybe...start planning what we wanna use if, you wanna, well...you know..." she added with a smile.

They knew without speaking that the shared implication was that he wanted to cum inside her, and what they would be doing if they weren't gonna use condoms. 

"Wouldn't that be special Lynne. Nothing between us. Skin to Skin. It would be my first time doing that with a lady...and you could feel my life inside you like that. And I could be inside you like that. I don't, I don't want to share that with anyone else but you. Oh Lynne I dream of it. It would be wonderful," he added.

She looked at him, with those thick coke bottle glasses she was using to look at the morning paper, and he could see, her eyes were glazed with passion, and he didn't need to ask her to figure out that she was already dreaming about him coming inside her.

***

It should have been a long night in the studio. Lynne always dusted and emptied the little office trash cans, and he always vacuumed the whole thing and wiped everything down with cleaner. But tonight, he had planned a little surprise for her. He couldn't wait to give it to her! 

"Hey babe, There's a box of shit over there in the corner. Can you bring it over to me?" asked Leif.

"Leif, baby that's a big ass box! It looks heavy," said Lynne.

She was whining. He grinned. Wait until she saw what was in the box.

"I know sweetheart. But see if it's too heavy for you, if it's too heavy I'll help, but I need it moved so I can sweep in that corner over there," he teased.

She was giving him that sassy, black woman eye roll. 

That little eye roll that amused him so much, especially when she was giving it to someone else and not him.

Her eye roll said, 'why don't you move it yourself'.

It was the same eye roll she'd given him when they first met, and he tried to shake her hand.

"Ugh, Okay Leif! But you owe me," she said dragging her feet.

"Hey, I don't mind paying you," he teased licking his lips. He licked them nastily at her, as though he was licking her little womanhood.

She shot him a playful little evil eye.

He laughed inside. He knew the box was fucking heavy. Full of her surprise.

She went over to the corner, assessing the box. She stooped down to try to lift it.

"What the hell is in that damn box. Oh my god, I can't lift this thing. I'm going to take some of the shit out of here. Leif this is ridiculous. You need to get over here and help your woman, boy," said Lynne.

She was muttering and cursing under her breath.

"Got me over here with this heavy assed box in the corner...it's heavy as shit..."

Then Leif heard a shriek.

"Oh My God! What is this! That's me! Leif what is this! Oh no, this is too cool,"

And all he could do was smile.

He never felt prouder.

He pulled a bottle of wine from the cabinet located beside the mixing board console. He'd been hiding it for his surprise for Lynne.

He took out two plastic cups.

She was still in the corner.

She'd pulled out more CD's.

She was crying.

"It's got my face on it and everything. And look at that still of me singing. Man it looks professional. This is just too damn sweet Leif, I can't believe it," she added dabbing at the tears in the corner of her eyes.

"Well believe it. I only wish I had the money to master them better. Welcome to Lynne Miller's listening party huh?" he asked.

"In the fridge, there's some cheese and fruit. Go get it for us, and then we can listen to the CD. Bet you won't complain about getting that now that you know what was in that big ass box," he teased.

She took out the fruit, the cheese, and two small plates, and walked over to the mixer board where he was. She spread the bounty out on the table and sat beside him in the swivel chair next to his own.

"Nobody has ever done anything so sweet for me before! Not anyone I was close to like that. Taking an interest in my career like that. Leif I can't help it, I'm just so weepy, you make me feel like the most special woman in the world," she said crying again.

"Well Lynne, sweetness, you are the most special woman in the world to me. Anything I can do, to make you know, how much light you've brought into my world, and how you've made my life more complete, well hell, I'm happy to do it."

Lynne was looking sexy and adorable to him in a white turtleneck, and a white corduroy mini skirt. She had on white tights almost thick enough to be pants, and these cute huge white furry little boots. She was dressed for the cold. It was deep in the middle of fall now.

As usual, the sexy thing was braless but he could see her thick little nipples through that thick white cotton turtleneck sweater. She actually looked like a little school girl. Oh, what he would do to her with his mouth later for them to celebrate having her own mixed CD of tracks to give away, or sell after the show. But he wanted her to leave on that little schoolgirl looking skirt and turtleneck, and take off the tights and her panties, while he sucked on her pussy as long as she could stand it. He liked teasing it gently with licks and kisses until she begged for him to give her some steady stimulation so she could come. 

Until she flooded everywhere. And, if she was a good girl, he'd play with her with a finger, or maybe two. She was relaxing, and really learning to enjoy penetration with one or two gentle fingers. She loved it now. Rocked her hips, moaned, and bit her lips. The pleasure was genuine, he could tell, as were those sweet spasms of her hot little pussy around his fingers, as he played with the spongy part deep inside her. He felt so guilty sometimes, when they were sharing a moment like this, and all he could think of was sex. But, that was because he was in love, and in lust with her. He couldn't separate the two too well sometimes. Thankfully, although shy, Lynne was a very sexual creature too. Really sensual. 

"Leif, you are the most beautiful man I've ever met! I want to make you feel so good just how you make me feel!" she exclaimed.

She jumped in his lap so quickly, and started kissing him so ravenously that she startled him.

Even though they'd been kissing a little while now, the feeling of her soft sensual mouth, and her luscious tongue never failed to simply startle him with the pleasure of how good it felt. How wonderful she tasted.

He squeezed her tight in his arms, reveling in the feeling of her braless little breasts mashed up firmly against his chest. He traced her little chin dimple as she forced her tongue even deeper into his mouth, tracing his tongue in sensual rapid circles with her own smaller tongue. Her eager, kitten like aggression both turned him on, and tickled him to laughter with her spontaneity.

So he laughed playfully into her mouth. She was giggling too. She nibbled and bit at his lips. Then, she looked into his blue eyes with her beautiful big brown ones. She kissed his cheek, and his forehead with gentle lips.

He loved the tenderness between the two of them, and the closeness.

"How can I make you feel good Leif? How can I make you feel like heaven like you make me feel," she whispered sweetly in his ear.

She made him feel so sensual and good, he squirmed on the chair with her in his lap, and then he was embarrassed that wriggling like that was girly, the way Lynne wriggled when he kissed her. But she stoked such a fire in him. Such a fire of passions and temptations denied. 

Oh sometimes, sometimes he wanted to make love to that sweet little thing so badly. Sometimes he didn't want to wait anymore. Hell, he never wanted to wait anymore! But he did it for her. He wanted her to enjoy sex, and penetration, and understand what pleasure and love felt like. Besides, he had some special questions to ask her, and he figured that they could wait until after he'd asked her these questions. He wanted to do it in time for the answers to be settled before they visited his parents at Christmas. Hell his mother Linda already loved her, and now, she would sometimes ask him to put Lynne so early in the once per week call he was jealous.

So, he could wait, but sometimes it was so hard. Her pretty little body was aching to be made love to, by a gentle man who loved her with all his heart, and would give her pleasure. And once she understood about the sweet pleasure of tender lovemaking, maybe then he could fuck her sometimes. If she wasn't too scared of fucking because of her previous experiences. He only wanted to fuck her sometimes. She was too sexy not to fuck. Jesus! He'd be gentle most of the time. He'd only fuck her occasionally. 

"I want to make you happy like you make me Leif," she murmured sucking his earlobe.

"You do make me happy sweetness. You make me happy everyday," he murmured patting and rubbing her cute little ass.

"I want to make you happy like I did that morning when we compared bodies, to see which body, God was talking about, a man, or a woman, when he said, he made man in His image. Oh Leif, I dream about it. I know you said, let's not have sex yet, but ever since, it's all I can think about is tasting you, so much I feel sick," she groaned.

She kissed him again. This time, there was a sexy, nasty cadence to her kiss. The way she kissed him, made him know exactly what she was thinking about. His dick.

He loved her little reading glasses. Have mercy she looked like an innocent angel. His innocent naughty angel. Half her hair was in a ponytail, the other part of her hair, hanging down shoulder length in the back. Such a sweet, innocent, freaky little creature. No one would know but him. He loved it. Yes! What he'd been dreaming of since he first saw her. A secret, special, nasty bond between two people who loved each other like mad. 

"I....I want to...I want to feel you," she murmured deliriously against his lips.

Her hot breath made his groin throb.

"I...I want it in my mouth so much Leif," she moaned sucking and gently biting his lips.

Her hand moved sensuously up under his blue sweater.

"Oh, oh Lynne, sweetie, I love you so much," he murmured.

"I love you too. Oh it's so hard for me," she moaned, and she squeezed it in his jeans.

"Lynne baby it aches. Don't tease my dick like that. I don't want to come in my good jeans. You make me feel like a helpless little boy," he moaned.

"Baby, you wasting your come in those Levis, is, is the last thing in the world I want you to do," she murmured, unbuckling his pants buckle.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 21



"I can't help squeezing it Leify. It's so sexy all big and hard like that," she panted.

She reached under her own skirt and squeezed and rubbed her little crotch, with her right hand, while squeezing and rubbing his own cock in his pants, with her other hand

She wanted his cock so bad she was playing with her cute little pussy, just thinking about it...what she was about to do. 

God damn it, sometimes he wanted to bang the living daylights out of that beautiful little woman. She was just like a pot full of tasty treats on the stove filled all the way up to the top and about to boil over.

She hopped out of his lap so quickly she startled him.

"Mmm pull down your pants Leify I wanna suck it so bad!" she cried.

"Oh my sexy little sweetheart," he called gently, and before he could even take his pants down,

She was pulling his jeans down around his ankles.

Then she was kissing around his stomach and all over his blonde pubic hair and his balls, and his haunches as she pulled down his boxers over his thighs, calves, and ankles.

She kissed everywhere that she exposed except his aching dick. Oh he felt so good already he thought he might come everywhere and she hadn't even sucked him yet.

She pushed him down towards the chair. She was small, and he was lean, tall and muscular, so she couldn't really push him off balance, but clearly, he knew she wanted him to sit down, and he obeyed her like a schoolboy, his cock ramrod hard, pointing towards the ceiling.

"I love your sexy pink dick!"

No woman had ever made him feel so proud of his maleness before. He felt flattered and adored having his cock worshiped.

But Leif's pleasure was just beginning. 

Just like before, she started her tender explorations of him, around his haunches. She gently licked and nibbled at them while he groaned with pleasure.

Then, the glorious licking and kissing of his testicles while she gently stroked his shaft between her index and middle finger. 

Then she picked up his hardness, and licked a trail from his ball sack, all the way up to the tip of the underside of his dick.

"You aren't gonna waste it this time are you my Leify? Your honey wants to taste it," she murmured and she pouted.

Oh God did he love this woman! He traced her sexy full lips with his fingers so gently and kissed her forehead.

"I won't waste none baby," 

She drew the most erotic circles around his dick, with a hot tongue that took his breath away, before closing her mouth on his dick like a humming bird.

His body was throbbing with the raw pleasure of the sweet, hot, wet feeling of her lips, but his heart was throbbing with love, looking at her sweet little innocent face, her eyes looked like their little kitten, looking up to him for love, and approval.

Wanting to please her man.

He wanted her to know, just how much he adored her too. He dotingly stroked her cheeks, and ran his fingers through her hair. He wanted her to know what a good job she was doing sucking his cock, and how good she made him feel. He wanted her to feel special, and proud, and sexy, like a good lover. 

He felt her pick up the pace of the sucking.

God, it felt good, and he couldn't hide the pleasure flashing on his features and flushing his face as he stroked the crown of her hair.

He wouldn't break eye contact with her. He wanted her to feel how much he cared about her, even as she was on her knees, serving him. 

"Suck it good baby. I love you so much!" 

She looked at him angelically and took his dick even deeper into her mouth, further back towards the soft pallet of her mouth.

Her lips felt so good on his head he was squirming in the seat again.

Soon he felt her very gently start to masturbate the shaft.

"Oh Lynne, that's perfect. Don't stop sweetie," he murmured tenderly, stroking her lips with encouragement. 

Those hot innocent lips on his dick, slurping him with a fever. Sweet little lips that had never been come in before, she'd taken him so deeply into her throat. Just a little bit further and the little creature would be gagging.

He would never gag her though. He was careful not to thrust. It was beautiful intimacy, and her putting so much of his cock, deeply into her hungry lips, let him know that she trusted him, not to betray her trust and cause her pain and degradation by choking her, being overly eager. That was coming a long way for her...the way the poor little creature had been victimized in the past. 

But the sensation, the sensation of her hot mouth enveloping him like that, it made him want her pussy more.

She suckled him like she was sucking a popsicle, slow, but with passionate force.

"Oh Lynne, sweetness," murmured Leif.

He Leaned backwards into the chair, removing some of his dick from her lips.

It felt so good and he needed to move.

She was on her knees, and she crawled backwards a little bit. She was sensing his rhythm. She released some of his dick from her lips so she could suck more passionately. She was learning to be such a good little lover. She worked her mouth back and forth slowly, gently on the head, rubbing the shaft with her cupped hand. Then she started tickling the slit with her tongue while she sucked. While she sucked him, he saw her, masturbating herself, under that skirt, as though, touching him had her so torqued up she had to touch herself.

God, he couldn't stand the little visual of that sweet nasty little creature anymore, or the pleasure those hot wet lips and eager tongue were causing his cock.

He bellowed with joy.

When she saw him, grip one of the chair arms, her eyes looked over his fingers and back into his blue eyes. 

Nothing had ever felt so good to his dick. No one had ever given him such pleasure before.

The joy and pleasure engulfed his aching shaft. 

"Oh Sweetie, I'm about to come. Oh Lynney, sweetheart, I love you!" he moaned loudly.

He just felt gobs, and gobs of pleasurable, spine tingling relief shoot out of his dick. He couldn't believe he was coming in her sweet little lips while she sucked the head like he tasted like a vanilla tootsie pop.

His hot come splattered everywhere in her mouth, his balls were tight, and aching, and they now spewed relief and pleasure everywhere.

Just gobs and gobs of sticky white come. Soon it wouldn't even fit all into Lynne's innocent mouth.

She furrowed her brow a little bit, and he worried at first that she didn't like it, but soon he saw this love sick look flash on her features, and she had tears in her eyes, but they didn't look like bad tears. It looked like she loved him so much.

His load seeped everywhere, down the corners of her mouth, some dribbled down the pad of her lip. All his white creamy cum on her perfect, pouty little lips, her perfect, light black skin, it even dribbled on her sweet, sexy little chin, towards that little dimple.

It was a prodigious amount of come.

Sweet little thing, he hadn't meant to fill her lips with so much come that it would be gurgling out of her mouth.

"I'm sorry angel," he murmured as she gently, slowly released the head of his dick, but not before kissing the tip even though her mouth was still runny with his come.

Oh it was so erotic, Leif felt a little more semen leak out of his dick and he was still tingling with pleasure.

He impulsively reached for her mouth, to wipe his come off her face and the come that had dribble down her cheek, but she looked at him like he was going to take away her candy.

He thought she'd spit it out, it being her first time and everything, but she swallowed.

"Oh baby, I love that you swallowed it sugar...I love you too, I love what you do to me too," 

She closed her eyes the first time she swallowed, and made a face, not like it was disgusting but like she was getting used to the flavor of it. Sampling. Tasting it. Like one would taste vanilla on their tongue. She was sexy, adorable, and his nasty little sweetheart with that cum still leaking around her lips and chin.

Still on her knees, she swallowed a few more times. It took her three swallows to gobble up his come. 

She gobbled it up like it was ice-ream on the second two swallows of his cum.

"Come give your man a kiss baby," he crooned sweetly.

He knew her lips were still filled with his come, her mouth still creamy with the outlines of his come, but he didn't care. He wanted to do every secret, tender nasty thing he could with her. If she could slurp his come, he didn't see why they shouldn't share the taste of it together, just like he shared the taste of her juices with him. The idea of eating his come with her, aroused him...a secret private pleasure just between them. 

After they finished feeding each other his come, they could feed each other her sweet pussy juices. 

"Really?" she asked, her voice was still thick with his semen.

Damn! He'd come a lot, he'd been aching to ejaculate so fiercely in any sweet part of his little woman for so long. He'd filled her mouth so full her voice was sticky with it. Mercy! 

He pulled her toward him passionately by the back of her neck.

She stood up, sat in his lap, and he kissed her, tasting his own earthy taste of his sweet salty spunk, the flavor of Lynne's sweet moist kiss.

"Mmm, you taste so good to me Leify. I love your hot cum," she groaned between their passionate tongue kisses. 

Then he licked and sucked all the cum off her lips, off her chin, and off her cheek.

"Nothing is forbidden for us to share Lynne. I want us to have our own sweet, loving, nasty playground. Freaky stuff that only we do," he added.

"Oh Leif, I want to be your nasty little sweetheart forever. I love you so much Leif,"

"I love you too Lynne. You will always be my nasty little sweetheart...I'm never gonna stop loving you. And soon you'll see how much. Now, someone was naughty and interrupted her own listening party. Shall we," he said pouring her a glass of wine.

***

She'd loved sucking Leif's dick! It was erotic, and sensual. It made her feel like his special, naughty sweetheart. How he was awakening her sexuality! She liked being on her knees, prostrate and serving him with pleasure. He'd served her with pleasure so much, it seemed selfish not to try to please him orally as raunchily as she could. She loved the feeling of his thick, hot dick just throbbing with pleasure in her lips. The rigid, sensual feel of the sensitive gland on the back side of his dick, the smooth, sensual, silky feel of his pink spongy head. The sensation of her mouth being filled up full with his hot hardness, so much hardness her jaw got tired, and she'd had to pull back a bit. 

And she loved the taste of him. A little salty, a little sweet, and earthy. He was yummy. She wanted him to feed her his love juices a little more frequently. A lot more frequently. She'd slurp his come as much as he'd allow and beg him for more. 

And she knew she'd looked like a dirty, nasty little woman with his semen dribbling from her lips, but she hadn't minded that, not one little bit, that she looked like his nasty, naughty little sweetheart. It was for his eyes only. And it was so beautiful, and special that way. And she never thought, never could have imagined sharing such an intense bond with another person. It was so beautiful seeing how the tingly pleasure that they shared, seemed to increase the love. And it was so natural that way.

It was like their own little world. Their own private playground of pleasure with nothing to come between them; the ravenous way they approached the sexual pleasure underscored the pleasure that they took in other parts of their lives together. Cuddling in the evenings, sharing meals, playing together. Helping each other to improve their craft, it was all wound up in the beautiful whole of their lovemaking. 

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 22



***

Lynne was getting along great with his mother. She loved teasing him about how his mother loved her. He was getting jealous. She and Linda spent long times talking on the phone when she called for Leif. Linda would give her gardening tips. She'd send his mom pictures to show how her garden was doing.

His mom was really looking forward to their visit now. And, she wanted to taste some of Lynne's creole cooking, that she'd learned from her Grandma. She could have killed Leif for making such a big deal about the way she cooked on the telephone. Now she had some serious expectations to live up to! His mother had mapped out a whole list of things that Lynne needed to see, since she'd never been to California. 

She was happy that the two of them were dating. But she'd slip in reminders that they were both young and had their whole lives ahead of them. This was also a time when they should be finding their passion in life. Lynne reassured her that their shared love was making their life passions stronger. And, also that they were not forgetting to experience the rest of the world, although these days, their worlds were wrapped up in each other.

His mother told her that they would be very comfortable during their stay, and she was not at all old fashioned. She knew that they slept together, so she would be putting them in the guest cottage where Leif used to stay right before he moved out. Lynne almost dropped the phone with embarrassment. On the other hand, she thought it was wonderful that Leif and Linda had such an open relationship that he could be honest, and be himself around her, and not have to hide any portion of who he was. She envied him. 

And she was relieved that his family, at least his mother, was so receptive to their relationship. It didn't seem there would be anything standing in their way as far as race relations on his side of the family. If there were any problems, it would be due to personality conflicts as they got to know each other. Those were easier to deal with than racial problems.

She was also looking forward to spending the Christmas Holidays with Leif's parents, because it would be her first, real Christmas. Her family eschewed material gift giving's and celebration at Christmas, as part of their church religion. Christmas was not holy, because it had become commercialized. It also, according to their church lore, was not on Jesus's birthday. So, it was always a bleak time in Lynne's home with a simple dinner and no gifts. But, what was most hypocritical of all was the way her father spoiled her, and her mother with every gift under the sun as soon as January 2nd rolled around. So, it was almost Christmas. It just wasn't on that day. What a hypocrite! It was still commercial shenanigans. 

Lynne hadn't told Leif all of this. She was embarrassed. She wondered why her family could not be normal, like his family. One thing she'd always looked forward to, was the Thanksgiving Holiday. While they did not call it Thanksgiving, they called it Family Dinner day. And, instead of Turkey, they had chicken, but all the usual trimmings. She felt hurt, and sad, knowing that they would probably not be inviting her over during the Thanksgiving holidays, even though she was their own daughter, because she had broken ranks with their church.

She started planning her own, fun informal Thanksgiving dinner that included Leif, some of his bandmates, and even Janelle, who wouldn't be able to make it home to her parents in Chicago because of a deadline for the political column she wrote for a New York Paper. So, she was ever so surprised, when she was preparing baked catfish, smothered in hot sauce for Leif, while he followed her around in the kitchen like a puppy, playfully getting out pans, ingredients, feeling her up, and messing up stuff, when her iPhone rang, and it was her mother.

Leif had never talked to her parents before, and when he figured out it was her mother, his curious blue eyes were staring her up and down trying to figure out what was going on in the conversation. She didn't talk about her parents much, just let Leif know that their relationship was not open like the relationship that he had with his parents, and that they were very disappointed in her, and there were problems in that relationship.

He heard her starting to decline the Thanksgiving dinner, and he said softly,

"I'd like to go,"

Lynne looked panic stricken. She could have killed Leif.

She shook her head no back and forth and he shook his head yes, and then even threatened to take the phone.

She looked at him with wide eyed shock.

"Sure...sure Mom, I guess I'll see you Thursday,"

She hung up the phone and glared at him.

"Damn it Leif! Are you happy now. Ugh! I don't want to go back to that Damn house for Thanksgiving I want to spend it with you. With my new friends and family. You and your crazy assed band members and my best friend," said Lynne.

"Oh Lynne, honey, you can't keep hiding from them forever sweetheart," he added lovingly, kissing her forehead.

She playfully head butted him.

He chuckled.

Then reached over and lazily began tickling her arm pit while she shrieked and squealed with laughter.

"Stop that! I'm not hiding from them," she said with an exasperated voice.

She and Leif had this conversation before.

"Like hell you aren't! Don't you think it's time that you told them about me sweetheart? After all, my mom already likes you more than she likes me. Damn it if you'll be calling her mom and she's still fucking Linda to me," said Leif.

They both chuckled.

"It's different with daughter's Leif. She just had you and your old ass big headed, as you describe him, brother, and she never had a daughter before. That's what she said anyway. So beautiful. Can't wait to meet her. But...but it's different than my family. I love my parents, but they are fucking weirdos. You just wait. Wait'll you see what you've gotten us into. And...And the color stuff. Man. I don't know how any of it is gonna go down. At first I thought I'd be nervous with your Mom, and being black and all, but it's no big deal. But wait with my parents. It is so many things. It's color, it's religion. It's dreadlocks. They are fucking weird and it'd be better if you don't meet until after we have three babies!" fumed Lynne.

Leif chuckled.

"Do you know how cute you are when you get all passionate and hype...because you like something, or you are nervous. It can't be that bad Lynne. We love each other. And even if your relationship is strained, they are still your parents. They made you....such a lovely woman. I want to get to know them. You need to tell them sweetheart. We don't live in a bubble. Just tell them, and we'll feel so much better. Then we'll get all stuffed on turkey together and have such a good time," said Leif with a chuckle.

She knew he was teasing her.

And she just rolled her eyes.

***

"So I've been thinking about this living arrangement of ours Lynne, a long time, and frankly it doesn't make sense," said Leif one evening when they were walking home after his show.

"What living arrangement? I mean it's kinda cool, we have two apartments," said Lynne with a chuckle.

"Yeah...we do...and things get left behind in one, and then we both have to run to the other persons home to pick up shit. Babe, we practically live together. Haven't spent a night apart since we've been dating. We just bounce back and forth from apartment to apartment. And...I can't imagine not waking up next to you in the morning. Plus, there's the issue of two separate rents that we are paying, when we could be just paying one," said Leif.

"Leif, I've got a lot of shit though. All my vintage records, all my old video game systems...my Nintendo, my Atari. What about my piano keyboard too? My Mac,"

Leif cut her off, stating-

"Not to mention all the millions of pairs of clothes, and shoes in your closet, you are like Kim Kardashian or something with all those fucking clothes. Yeah, I know you got a lot of junk and shit. But I think we can fit it all in my apartment for the time being," he said.

"I've got a lot of junk and shit? Me? You've got quite a few videogames yourself, all that guitar shit, a few junky assed guitars, that junky bass, all those cables, wires and stomping pedals. Let's not even get into all your basketball crap...oh and your dreadlock maintenance shit all over my bathroom counter...you have quite a bit of junky assed shit yourself mister," said Lynne.

Leif Howled with laughter and Lynne snorted.

He loved when she put him playfully in his place.

Loved their shared humor. He loved the slight urban flavor of her speech too. Junky assed shit. It was hilarious even if she busted on him. 

"Okay, so I've got some junky assed shit too...I'll admit it Lynne, but we can figure out places to cram it all until we get a bigger place. Plus, you could stop paying that rent on your place and save for a really nice demo. You've wanted a real demo for a while, and you deserve it. Just help out with groceries and utilities, and shit, and that still takes a huge load off of me financially, and I know it would help you out too," said Leif.

"Leif...I...I love you but I..."

"But what baby. I mean we almost live together right? Don't you...don't you wanna know that we can't go running back to our own apartments if we have a great big fight. That we have to stick tight and work it out because there is no place to go," said Leif.

He'd just thought about the fact that they hadn't even had a major fight yet.

"Isn't that like marriage though...that's what marriage is about," said Lynne softly.

"It certainly can be what marriage is about...and as serious as this thing is getting sweetheart, we need to figure out what we are doing...this living together stuff can help us figure out the next step," said Leif.

He wanted to start getting plans together to really propose. Living together, and especially if she paid for groceries and utilities could ease some of his financial strain while he saved for an emergency fund. He'd feel much better about marrying her being a little more stable. A few months extra cake, just in case.

"Yeah. I agree. I just...I don't know....I never saw myself living with a man. I just...I always thought I'd be married if I was living with a man. Then again too, up until a few months ago, I never thought I could fall in love with a man, and here I am so...maybe it's an idea worth considering,"

"Lynney, you don't think you live with me now," said Leif chuckling.

"No, we don't live together. I still get my mail at apartment 605. It's cozy and we spend every night at each other's apartments, and I'm very much in love with you, but until one of us moves our junky assed shit into the others home and leaves a forwarding address, I don't think we live together yet. It might feel like we live together, but we don't live together officially," said Lynne.

"It's a technicality. We practically live together and you know it. I've got pantyhose and shit drying in my shower. I've got pink sponge rollers and wrapping paper in my dresser. Just a technicality," said Leif.

"But an important one. I...I never thought I'd live with a man I wasn't married to, I don't want to be that kind of girl," said Lynne.

Leif smiled. He was going to remind her of this conversation when he gave her a glittery engagement ring. But just to see where her head was at, he played along.

"Say what you want, but we are living together honey, whether we want to say otherwise because we live in separate apartments or not. Besides, did you know, did you know that my parents weren't married until I was ten? And I have a brother ten years older than me. My parents have been living together for thirty-two years, and they've only been married for twelve years. My brother and I were at the wedding. The reception was a barbeque in the back yard. But they really married because taxes were eating them alive as the business took off. But you won't find a happier couple. Love isn't in a piece of paper Lynne...it's in your heart," said Leif.

"That...that might be true, but the commitment of marriage, that says everything about the seriousness of a relationship, and the level of, love and trust involved," said Lynne, as they walked into her apartment building.

"Sometimes it does. And sometimes not. Sometimes boyfriends and girlfriends like us are more faithful than couples who have been married for dozens of years. But, that having been said, I think a beautiful woman like you does deserve a princess day, and a pretty marriage license someday if it makes her happy...let's her know that her man loves her with all his heart, and will stand by her. If...If it's done for the right reasons, marriage can be beautiful," he said looking down into her soft brown eyes.

"Leif, you are as smooth as butter. Nice recovery," she murmured softly kissing his top and bottom lips.

And Leif grinned inside. Part of the conversation he had to downplay the importance of marriage was to serve as a smoke screen, so she didn't ruin his surprise for her, right before their exciting Christmas vacation plans with his parents. The other part was because; saving to get a decent ring, and build an emergency fund was killing him, on top of his other bills.

But he loved thinking about surprising her with his special news. She would never see it coming.

He couldn't wait to see what her reaction would be.

But he almost felt certain that she would say yes.

***

Lynne was nervous as hell. She hadn't wanted to introduce Leif to her parents at all. Not so soon. It wasn't that she was ashamed of Leif. He was the most beautiful person she'd ever met. But her parents, and her environment growing up had been very strange. She hadn't felt comfortable explaining everything to Leif, but her parents were a lot different than most parents. Lynne did not want Leif to think she was a weirdo because of her background. She didn't know how to explain things to him very well, so she thought she'd use the hour-long drive as an opportunity to explain things to him.

She also hadn't told her parents that he was coming to visit. She didn't tell them, because she didn't know of a good way to explain to them that she was dating someone who was not only of another race, but was not involved in her parents religion, or in fact, any religion. Not that Leif didn't believe in a creator. He loved and respected all of God's creatures. He also believed that the sensual was entwined with the spiritual, and lying in bed with him, with the special things they shared sometimes felt like a spiritual experience. It wasn't just naughty. He made her feel divine. The orgasms with him almost felt religious. He made her feel like a grown and beautiful woman. Leif was giving, caring, gentle and trustworthy, and everything good that she was taught to value and respect when she was growing up. Leif just was a non-traditionalist. But her parents wouldn't understand that. 

She didn't know why she cared so much what they thought. Until she moved out of their home, Lynne had always done a very good job of living on the edge of their rules, doing what she wanted to do, but hiding it from them. Drinking, smoking pot, carousing nightclubs, and her parents had no idea what she was doing. Lynne was sure they were a little more aware of what she was doing now, and, if she was singing in nightclubs, she was no longer their little angel. And, since it seemed that she no longer wanted to live by their rules, whether inside, or outside of the home, they'd cut off their association with her, drastically. That was why the invite to their "Family Day", had taken her by such overwhelming surprise. She half thought that part of the reason that they wanted to see her, was to try to run an intervention on her, and try to convince her to go back to their church.

She was their only child, and in a lot of ways, she felt burdened by their ideals for her. She was glad that she'd made a clean break, gotten out of their overbearing, restrictive house, but deep down, she still wanted them to love her. They were the only family she'd ever known besides the church family.

Now she had a family that she'd created, and carved for herself with Leif, and Janelle, and other friends that she loved, but deep down, she wanted her parents to love her, even if it meant that she couldn't be herself around them. She didn't think she had the strength to admit to them that she really had strayed from the church, and the life that they'd wanted for her. Leaving the church family and living with a man without marriage was considered immoral, and had consequences that Leif would not understand. It was already scandalous that she'd left her parents home so abruptly and was singing in nightclubs, chasing after a recording career. 

And she'd moved clear across town to get away from the nosey, peering eyes of her church congregation, from people who had the power to seriously alter her life with her family, if they had any idea that she was spending nights alone with a man, practically living with him, was smoking dope occasionally, and cursed like a sailor sometimes. She felt as though she'd fallen woefully short of the type of person that God wanted her to be. 

But Leif thought she was an angel, innocent like snow, and it made her feel light, and warm, and secure inside. He also knew she had a naughty side, and she felt safe to express that with him. He'd call her his naughty angel when she was in a particularly randy mood with him. Especially when she got the fever to suck his dick. She was getting that fever a lot lately. It was a wonderful way to express the joy and love she felt for him, and return the pleasure she got from his tender lips, and his passionate fingers. 

She never knew what it was like to be loved unconditionally. To have a man that loved you so much, even if you drank a little too much. Even if you swore when you stubbed your toe. Even if the things he did to you made you feel so good you wanted to be nasty and sensual. Didn't cheapen you at all in his eyes if you wanted to bathe in his cum like rainwater. That was some deep kind of love, and it was just what they shared. She knew that her parents and the sad souls in her church congregation didn't know shit about that type of love. She didn't see why she needed to spoil it by involving her parents.

But Leif had other ideas. He felt that since she was getting to know his parents, it was only logical and fair that he should know her parents. That made the relationship official in his eyes. He joked about being new to this love stuff, but he thought it was important to meet each other's folks. He loved her, and wanted to know everything about her, her background, and where she was brought up, just like she'd be learning about him in about a month. But she had to explain to him, that these were not just any kind of parents. She loved them, but they were strange.

He'd teased her about the conservative sweater that she was wearing. Under the sweater, she wore a bra. The sweater was so baggy; she felt that it almost made her look flat chested. She wore reading glasses, but instead of her funky, horned rimmed glasses in bold colors, that she'd taken to wearing since she moved, she chose a simple tortoise shell frame. She'd pulled her flat-ironed hair back in a simple bun and had secured it with two little chopsticks. The look was completed with a long denim skirt, and black boots.

"Aww, you're so cute babe...dressed up all prim and proper. You're afraid for them to notice that their little Lynne is all grown up now huh," he said, and he swatted her bottom.

She chuckled.

"No babe, it's not that. It's just that, they are really different. Like the shit- or the stuff that I wear on stage sometimes, not the plaid shirts and stuff like that, but those tight black dresses, and that lime green miniskirt, going without bras and all that, they would die," said Lynne.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 22



"Guess they haven't see you with the Mic stand then huh? The way you rub the mic before you start that number? That's so hot you know. I think, I think even the audience knows, you are a good girl, but they get a little peek behind the veil. The good girl that I know who turns into a naughty little angel," he added playfully.

"That good girl has turned into a naughty little angel because she loves her man. Damn. I wish we didn't have to drive, I don't want my dad to see this smoky ass van," said Lynne.

"Babe, what's wrong with the van? And I told you, if we could just combine these households, I could get a better van to lug the band's equipment. Hell, you could save some money for your own van. Your band's van is worse than this. Your band's van probably wouldn't even make it an hour to your parents house," chided Leif.

"Yeah, you are probably right. That damn van would be on the side of the road with a red rag sticking out of the hood. Leif, you are right. Let's talk about moving in together this evening, on our drive home. I...I can't imagine waking up and I'm not next to you baby. Laying right up in your arms and snuggling in your chest. Can't imagine not feeding you a nice breakfast after I tire you out with my lips...and...and I'm getting to be a big girl now, and I wanna...you know...I feel ready, in that way-" added Lynne casting him what she hoped was a meaningful glance.

"I think, I think you've been ready for a while now. But I think that since we've waited this long, we may as well wait until this news I have to tell you sweetheart," he murmured kissing the inside of her palm.

"It better be good," said Lynne.

"It will be sugar, it'll be worth your wait, I promise. You think the wait isn't killing me. You know what, when we get home, I'm turning you out in that little church girl outfit. I'm going to leave the skirt and the little sweater on, and I'm going to make you leave your little panties around your ankles while I kiss and lick your little pussy real good," he added.

Lynne just squirmed in her seat with anticipation. He could make her tingly and wet with just the sound of his voice, purring that sweet nasty talk.

"Baby, don't make me go in there with wet panties, I'll be so embarrassed," said Lynne giggling.

"With all that mountain of clothes on, no one will know even if you flood them my little miss faucet," he teased.

She punched his arm. The dialogue, the banter between them was so natural and beautiful. And she felt so close to him! So what if she'd be living with him formally and they weren't married. No one else had to know anything about it at all. She lived all the way across town, far from the prying eyes of her parents, her ex boyfriend Martin, and the other nosy church elders. What she was doing with Leif felt so gloriously lovely and right, it was the first time she ever felt right in her whole life. How could it be wrong? How could it be a sin to love someone, the way that she loved him? Did it mean that they needed to go skipping immediately down the aisle to share joy and pleasure? She wanted to go skipping down the aisle with Leif, but what if he wasn't ready for that yet? Should she give up on that because Leif wanted them to live together in what her parents would call "sin"? How could being with Leif be a sin? 

With those gentle blue eyes. The man wouldn't hurt a fly. That sweet sense of humor. The thorough way he enjoyed life and encouraged her to do the same. The sweet shy stammer that he got sometimes. Even the fact that he trusted her enough to tell her that he'd had a stuttering problem, and that had made him shy on the stage. That he felt that he had to try extra hard to be likeable, because he didn't feel that he was particularly smart, except with music...she'd lovingly told him time again that it wasn't the case, he was smart at lots of things. The way it wore on him that he was the sole creative input for the band, and they didn't put a lot of work in, because the were into the music for the wrong reasons. For the music name, and to get chicks. They shared all their secrets, and he was a thoroughly beautiful man, inside and out. 

She loved him so much her soul ached, and she wanted him to take her, feel his love moving inside her deeply, very badly now. She wished she hadn't waited so long. Craving for his dick inside was driving her mad around the house now. She never thought she would like penetration but the way his gentle husky fingers felt, teasing, and tickling her, the way he'd push one finger in so gently to start, just gentle pressure, tease her with that finger until her pussy was kissing his finger, and wanting to suck it deep inside herself, and then he'd start with those delicious, gentle finger thrusts. He knew how to rock his fingers, like a gentle rowboat, and press on that secret spongy spot inside her until her whole pussy ached with joy, and she came so hard, she felt the entire energy drain from her body. 

He was a virtuoso with the guitar but, he was self taught when it came to his music, and he was playing by ear, and could not read music. He saw that she could read music, and he was fascinated, so she decided to teach him. She taught him by playing things on the piano, he'd copy the notes on his guitar, and she'd identify the key for him. This was how he was learning to site read. 

Because he had such a natural knack for music, it was moving fast for him, much faster than it had for Lynne when she was learning to read music as a small child to play piano in church. He was humble when she praised him. He told her she was sweet and patient, and fun and would have made a damn fine teacher had she wanted to continue learning to teach history. And now, he was leaps and bounds away from his band mates in terms of musical ability, as they were still relying on tablature and playing by ear, rather than learning to read sheet music on site like he was learning with Lynne. 

After they pleasured each other orally, which they both loved and were addicted to, and she was cuddled in his arms, or he lay his luscious dreadlocks across her naked breasts while he kissed her tits softly while she played with his dreadlocks, he'd confess all his secrets to her. It was a bond that was beyond anything she'd ever felt in this universe. It happened so fast, its scared her...three months and she already secretly dreamed of being his wife, and having his babies. But she still saw no reason to let others intrude on their love.

"Leif I still think this is a bad idea. And there's still time to see the Macy's Day Parade. I've lived here my whole life and I've never seen it," said Lynne.

"We can do that next year. Besides, it's already started and we'll never get a space. Plus, you can't bail on your parents like that, they are expecting us for Thanksgiving babe, so come on," said Leif.

"Leif. I've told you before, don't call it Thanksgiving," said Lynne.

"Family day. I'm sorry. But I don't understand when they still have everything but the Turkey, they just have a chicken. Still the same shit," he said.

Lynne chuckled and added.

"No cursing either Leif. They don't swear. So don't say anything, not even hell and damn. I am serious," said Lynne.

"Okay, okay babe, sheesh. I won't embarrass you. I know they are goody goodies. I got it," said Leif rolling his eyes.

"Also, I haven't told them about you. So...when we get there, why don't you wait a few minutes so that I can break the news to them," she added softly.

"What the hell Lynne? I asked you, if you told them about me! You said that you would. Now you're telling me that you haven't told them?" said Leif.

"I..I was too scared. Look, once you meet them you'll understand. And I know, I know we have some wild and interesting discussions about God, and the creator, and the metaphysical universe, but don't talk about any of that stuff. Please Leif, don't talk about religion, and it's role about pulling people away from God, and how God is not in a building. I mean, I agree with you a lot, but don't say it. My dad is very high up in his church. He's like an assistant pastor. He thinks I'm a sinner and I-"

"Do you think you're a sinner Lynne?" he asked looking at her. His eyes could see through her sometimes.

"I...I don't know I...I guess according to what they believe I am. But what I'm doing, feels great to me. Oh Leif, I'm sorry that you are getting put through this baby. I warned you, when we first met, that I have a lot of shit going on," said Lynne softly.

"You do, but a beautiful woman like you is worth a lot of shit. And you're a kindhearted and beautiful woman Lynne. If you want to believe in that traditional church shit, that's fine, but you are just the kind of beautiful person that is worthy of Him, regardless, " he said.

"That's one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me Leif," said Lynne.

"I meant it. Okay, so don't talk about any religion stuff. Anything else," said Leif.

"I can't think of anything else. Just follow my Lead in there," said Lynne.

***

Leif didn't see what the big deal was about meeting Lynne's parents. I mean he wanted to leave a favorable impression, and he surely got he feeling that they didn't know that their sweet daughter was living a true musician's life style, indulged in a little bit of grass, and he was sure they weren't aware that she'd started to express herself sexually. He didn't see the harm in them not knowing that, since they were church going folks, and the way Lynne described them, it seemed they would have a heart attack if they had that knowledge.

But, he saw no harm in presenting himself as a respectable young man who was taking a serious interest in their daughter. After all, he might be wild now, but they were young once, and they should have every realization that he had true intentions with their daughter, taking care of her, and loving her with a pure love, even if he had a different color, even if he looked a little wilder than them and made a career in music, instead of with a blue, or white collar profession. Even if he wasn't churchy like they were. 

He'd never hurt their little girl. That was the message that he wanted them to come away with. Lynne might be a grown woman, but they still saw her as a little girl, and he would always protect that little girl part of Lynne's soul. She seemed to be terrified for him to meet her parents. But, even though he hadn't let Lynne know how serious he was, he couldn't ask her to marry him, without at least somehow meeting her parents first. He wanted to know them. It was natural. It was the next step as the relationship grew serious. Hell, she was burning up his cellphone minutes talking to Linda. 

How did she know that he wouldn't get on with her father in that same way? Then again too, the way Lynne described him, Leif thought that they might not have anything in common, but still, he owed it to Lynne, and to her parents to make his presence known. Lynne was just so afraid of the way others perceived every little thing about herself that it irked him sometimes. She needed to learn to relax and let herself go. Not everyone was quick to judge, and those who were quick to judge did not deserve her time. He didn't know how to teach her that lesson, but somehow she had to learn it.

When they pulled up in front of the house, she kissed him softly on his cheek.

"I'll go in there first. I'll explain everything and wave for you to come inside," said Lynne.

"Don't worry babe. Don't be nervous I'm sure it'll be fine," said Leif.

Lynne shot him a glance like she didn't agree.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 23



***

Her father made a poor first impression on Leif. Lynne waved toward Leif in the van to come in the house. But her father was looking at the van. He looked at the van up and down and shook his head. 

Leif saw her father go back in the house. Lynne stood on the step. Her father handed her a large sheet of cardboard.

Lynne frowned then walked towards Leif.

He got out of the car.

"What's wrong baby?" said Leif.

"He wants you to put this under the car. He says that your van is old and leaky, and the oil that it leaks violates HOA rules. I didn't want to tell you like that baby, I'm sorry," she said kissing his cheek.

Leif had a gentle spirit, but he was furious! The very first contact that he had with the man whose daughter he was dating, and the man was wearing about an oil leak on his precious blacktop. But then again too, as Leif eyed the neighborhood, the homes in the Heights area were really nice. The Millers had some money.

"I'll help you," said Lynne.

"No, I don't want you to get your pretty skirt all messy, I'm fine," said Leif squatting next to the car and putting the cardboard underneath.

Leif stood up next to the car.

"Babe, don't wear that Rasta looking hat over your dreads. Just take it off. It'll make a better impression said Lynne,"

Leif grimaced. He opened the door and threw the hat inside so hard it landed on Lynne's side.

"Come on baby. You wanted to do this. You aren't making it any better. They might be scared of you if the dreads are wrapped. You may as well let them see. I...I didn't tell them you were locked, so don't be surprised if they are surprised," said Lynne.

They walked together to the door, and Lynne laced her fingers proudly in his. It made him feel better about the walk up to their home. He'd been excited to meet them. Now he wasn't sure it was such a good idea after all.

When they approached the door, Lynne stood beside him on the doorstep.

"Mama, Daddy, this is Leif," said Lynne.

"Uh-huh," said her father.

He spent a long time looking at Leif's dreadlocks. If the amount of time that Lynne spent sizing up his dreadlocks seemed long, it paled in comparison to the amount of time that her father spent doing a skeptical glance. But rather than the big eyed, curious stare of Lynne's, her father's glance was mean.

"Leif? How do you spell that, like the part of a tree branch, L-E-A-F" said her mother.

"Mom, it's spelled L-E-I-F. It's cold. Are you gonna let us in? Before our fingers are blue," said Lynne.

Lynne's levity broke the tension and the three of them chuckled. But Leif noticed her father wasn't chuckling, and it was her mother who stepped aside to actually let them in the house. 

"So what kind of work do you do Leaves?" asked her father.

The man had not even introduced himself. Did not even give him a damn name. Shit. He was mean as fuck. Lynne was right.

"My name it..it...it..it's not Leaves sir, it's Leif," said Leif.

Of all the times to stutter. Her father made him nervous.

"Leif. Leif. Okay Leif. What do you do?" said her father.

"Really sir? You're asking me what I do for a living before you ask me how I'm doing?" said Leif with a slight chuckle.

Lynne looked at him, with those beautiful big brown exotic eyes, but she looked like she wanted to strangle Leif.

"You're in my house, so I'm the one asking the questions," said her father.

"Daddy!" exclaimed Lynne.

"What baby girl, I just want to know...with that hair, and all that, who has hired this boy. Because we know nothing about this man! I didn't even know you were seeing someone," said her father.

"I told her, I told her to tell you about me, so it wouldn't be such a surprise. I understand why everyone is so nervous. I'm...I'm a musician. Just like your lovely daughter," said Leif.

Lynne's mother smiled. But it didn't seem to break the ice with her father at all.

***

Lynne's father had taken him down to the basement to play pool. It was an unmitigated disaster. 

First he asked Leif where he'd gone to College. 

Leif smiled, and then replied, 

"The school of hard knocks. I knew that college wasn't for me. So I didn't go. But I make an okay living as a musician. And, I've made my own program of study on a lot of topics. I have some real interesting conversations with Lynne," said Leif. It was a struggle not to relax and call her Lynney.

"The school of hard knocks isn't accredited. How do you expect to be able to care from someone else? Sounds like you can barely take care of yourself. I've been to that school, the school of hard knocks, and I'm lucky to have all this that I have. I wouldn't have any of it at all if I hadn't cleaned up my life and gotten right with God," huffed her father. 

He asked Leif's opinions on several topics, mostly religion, and matters of faith, and Leif tried to stick to the script and be as vague as possible, sine Lynne had warned him. 

Her father ended up reading a bunch of scriptures about the dangers of drugs, music, and immoral sex. Leif felt like he'd been to a church revival. But he couldn't say he hadn't been warned. He definitely understood now why Lynne had not wanted him to meet her parents. He only hoped that Lynne was fairing better with her mother upstairs in the kitchen making dinner preparations. Leif had wanted to get away from her father, and his annoying, bible thumping ways and had suggested helping in the kitchen, and her father wore a complete expression of utter shock and disdain.

"Can you cook Leif," said her father.

"I normally leave all cooking to Lynne sir, I can't boil water," said Leif.

Shit.

He hadn't meant to let it slip out that they were together so intimately. He hoped it wouldn't make trouble for her.

"Did you just see all those scriptures about premarital sex? Look I don't know what it is that you have going on with Lynne, but all I know is, she woke up one day, and she completely changed. We hope that she comes back to her senses and gives herself back over to God. You are a distraction for her, and I'm almost wondering if it's boys like you who have caused her to turn her back on her faith," said her father.

"With all due respect sir, Lynne is a grown woman, and what she chooses to do with her relationship with God, is between her and God. I'm not distracting her or making her choose to do anything she doesn't want to do. She'd already moved on from your church a year before she met me. Look, I suck..or...I'm not good at pool. I'm going to go upstairs and sit in the living room and wait. The conversation isn't doing us any good at all," said Leif.

"Okay...I'll see you at dinner," promised her father.

Leif heard him racking balls by himself down there. Leif thought he probably spent a lot of time with his balls to himself. Pool balls, and other balls. He was grinning to himself like a mad man at his own joke, to keep from punching the wall out of frustration.

***

Dinner was Hell on Earth for Lynne. She had no idea what happened in the basement, but when she came out of the kitchen, she saw that Leif was already sitting at the dining room table with his hands clasped. Lynne started sitting down several serving dishes on the table.

"Baby what's the matter," said Lynne. 

She walked over and kissed him on the cheek. It looked like it made him feel better, but her mother looked a little shocked at the easiness of affection between the two of them, so Lynne rationalized that she needed to turn it down a bit.

"Nothing. It looks great. How can I help the ladies," said Leif.

He went into the kitchen and helped carry the roast and other sides, and helped Lynne set the table.

Finally they were all around the table holding hands, and saying grace. Lynne was embarrassed at how long the prayer was before the food. Her father thanked any and everything, and Lynne could see how anxious that Leif was getting with the good smelling food.

Lynne and Leif didn't even really say grace around the table together. When she remembered sometimes she prayed for the two of them. Leif told her he liked listening to her prayers. She was sweet and sincere. It was wonderful to pray with Leif openly, because in the faith she was raised, women were not allowed to pray when men were present. It was viewed as a sign of disrespect. But Leif was beautiful, and liberal, so they shared the duties of blessing a meal on those occasions when Lynne remembered. But sometimes, rather than praying Leif would say something beautiful about the variety of plants and how they all tasted different and how he was grateful for mother nature, and for his sweet Lynne. Leif was spiritual in his own way. He was beautiful, inside and out.

She wished her father could see that.

Everyone ate their food and chewed in silence. It was the quietest dinner ever.

Then, Lynne's father spoke up. 

"So...I have to ask...how far have you two strayed. How serious has this whole thing gotten? Even if you have strayed too far, it's not too late if you have a repentant heart and want to do right toward god," said her father.

Shit. Shit. He was really going to ask her, in front of Leif, if they were intimate? She could not believe this! Frankly it wasn't any of her father's concern. Her father had invited her over. She hadn't sought him out. It was embarrassing, and most people did not understand the implications of straying as defined by their little cultic sec. Straying was the course of a sinner who had committed premarital sex. And it could be punished by excommunication. That meant that her father, her mother, and everyone else in the church, would not be able to talk to her, at all. That left her college buddies, Janelle, and her man Leif as her only support and friend in the world. And, her father was basically asking, if Lynne had a reason to be excommunicated. 

It was funny that her father felt the need to pry into sexual matters now, but when she was with Martin, her father had batted an eye at Martin bringing her in at all hours of the night. 'That good church boy,' was what he called Martin. He was a good boy alright, a good boy who bullied her into sex, then raped her because the penetration wasn't deep enough. Her father scolded Lynne to hurry up and finish that Master's degree so she could hurry up and get married and give that Martin boy some babies. Her father had her life all planned out for her. As a tenured history professor, he told her that she'd have all her summers off to spend with her kids, and she'd be able to help raise them, and other children to be god fearing children and work with them in church related capacities over the summer because she was good with children.

And now, all of a sudden, he seemed to care whether her virtues were pure or not, because she was seeing a white man, with dreadlocks, with no money, and no obvious church affiliation. Oh the hypocrisy!

"Daddy, I can't believe you! What kind of person do you think I am!" said Lynne.

"I'm gonna ask you this, and I'm going to ask it one more time...how serious has this thing gotten? Are you living together and unmarried?"

Lynne heard Leif start speaking, and before he had a chance to say something that would change her life forever, and get her excommunicated from the church, she squeaked out-

"No Daddy. No, Leif and I are just getting to know each other as friends," said Lynne.

"Well...well that's a good answer baby girl. Because you know what the feeling is on that. You know how God feels about our clean and pure standing before God. I'd prefer you not sing in those clubs, and whatever wild parties might be going on, but we can't ignore the sex issue...that bonding was to be saved between man and wife. I know...I know the differences between the two of you might seem exciting, the race, and the religion, but you're really, you're really from two different worlds, and...I know that you'll wake up Lynne, and realize what a mistake that you've made, and it is a good thing that things aren't too serious. I mean, if you're really just friends and all that, then it paves the way for you to get back in your good standing with God," said her father.

"The ladies, in the church congregation miss your singing Lynne. They miss your cooking too. You are learning to cook so well from me and your Grandma. They miss your pecan cookies. And most of all they miss you. Leif seems like a nice young man. And I'm sure you care about him. And Chauncey, I don't see why Lynne has to just be friends with the boy. You can see that she loves him. I'm sure the lead pastor could overlook the sinning if it doesn't happen again. He could...he could bible study with Leif...and if he loves her, he should cut his hair. Nice clean cut hair cut...he's a handsome boy. It would do the church good to integrate some, have a white male face. The pastor would probably overlook it all, with your position Chauncey. Might look better if Lynne comes back home to live though...I don't know. And baby, you don't have to give up on singing...just stop singing in those clubs. I don't know why your father didn't let you major in music like you wanted to. We'd be happy to see you get some schooling in music. And you can be a nice music teacher. Even the children miss you. It's been years since you worked with the children's choir. Some of those kids are starting middle school now. They all ask about you and they-".

"The last thing on earth those kids need to see is how this girl has lost her mind and is going around with some broke Caucasian man with dreadlocks, named after a piece of a plant. She needs to stop being silly and come on home and-"

"Hey guys. Stop. Please stop. You're embarrassing me in front of Leif. That's enough now. Don't worry about me. I'm not sinning. It's not all that serious between us, I'm not living in sin. But, I'm not coming back to church. I just....I just can't deal with it right now. And....and I like my career. You know I sing in nightclubs, and I'm not ashamed of that. Things are turning around nicely. And Leif had this made for me. I hope you'll listen to it. It's not church music, but...most of it is not immoral. It's beautiful music, it's just not church music. And I love my life right now. And I don't want to change a thing about myself, or my music, career, or Leif. But don't worry. I won't embarrass you. I...I know to stay on my side of town. I know...I know I disappoint you. But I still love you," said Lynne.

"Come on Leif baby let's go," said Lynne.

Her eyes were filled with tears.

Leif sat at the table and Lynne pulled him by the arm.

"Baby, come on!" said Lynne loudly, tugging at his sweater.

After what seemed like minutes but was probably more like thirty seconds, Leif stood up from the table.

"But you haven't eaten the sweet potato pie. Your favorite, your Grannie's recipe. If you stay, I'll give you the recipe," said her mother.

"Oh Mama, I just can't right now...Mama I love you. Don't ever forget it. I just don't love this life that you and daddy have," said Lynne.

The tears flooded like a broken dam, but Lynne kept her back to her mother and father sitting at the table. If she turned and looked at them, and how heartbroken and lost they looked, she was afraid she'd run back into their arms. And that was opposite from the direction in which she needed to run.

***

Leif grabbed Lynne's hand as they walked to his van in the cool fall evening. Night had fallen, but the streetlights were on, and her face was streaked with tears. Ordinarily, if her face was streaked with tears like that, he would have taken her into his chest and consoled her. He liked consoling her, babying her, making her feel safe. But right now, he was mad at her. He'd been doing too much babying. 

She needed to grow up! What the hell had happened in there? As soon as her churchy ass parents turned the heat up on her and asked questions about their lifestyle, he was discarded as a 'didn't mean anything' chopped livered friend. Whatever they had going on was between her, and her parents, but Leif did not appreciated being tossed off so lightly.

At Lynne's convenience. Everything in this relationship was at her own damn convenience. His balls had been tight and aching for two months, and he was finally getting some relief at her expert lips, but he still hadn't made love to her. He didn't want to move too fast, he knew she had been scared of sex because of the rape.

But the part that made him the angriest, was that he didn't even worry about the full intercourse part. He knew that they would get to that soon. He even figured that they'd waited so long, he'd wait and get his lovely consolation prize, in a sweet piece of her little ass, for waiting so long, once she really knew how much he cared about her, so much that he wanted to ask her to marry him.

And then, just like a clueless moron, she was downplaying the seriousness of their relationship. It wasn't serious? Like hell it wasn't! They'd spent every fucking night together for two months. That was serious.

He got angrier and angrier as they were walking to the car, and he let go of her hand.

She didn't know he was seething and she playfully bumped his knuckles.

"My hands are cold. It was chilly out here. I need to feel your warmth," she teased, grabbing for his hands.

"Well you should have worn gloves. Get ready for a cold ass night," said Leif.

She looked at him quizzically.

"What? Aren't you going to boost me in," said Lynne.

"They might see. We can't have them seeing that. Only a serious boyfriend should grab his woman's cheeks to lift her in the van," said Leif.

He slammed her car door so hard he rocked the van.

Then he went over to his side and did the same thing.

"Come on Leify, don't be so hard baby, don't be mad. I know they are jerks, but they don't mean to be. They are crazy but it's a long story. I'll explain on the way home. And buckle your seat belt!" she said as he peeled away from the curb so fast, the car tires squealed.

He left that fucking cardboard right on the space. Let her old balding assed father pick it up, since he was so concerned about his van leaking oil. He should have been concerned with the emotional damage that he caused sweet and beautiful Lynne. But Leif tried not to think about that too much. He couldn't start getting mushy for her, as bad as he wanted to. Because then he couldn't give her a piece of his mind, and a reality check, and she certainly deserved it. Most of the time, it was easy to be gentle with her, and patient, because she was sweet, beautiful, fun, sexy and just a gem to be around but at times like this, he got really annoyed at the very same sweet qualities that drew him in to her. That child like sweetness. Not wanting to disappoint her parents. 

She was childish. Annoyingly so at times. And she needed to grow up.

"Leif. You haven't spoken to me nicely since we got back in this car. What's wrong," she asked gently touching his shoulder.

He shirked away from her touching him. It wasn't that he didn't want to feel her touch. He was afraid that the touch would bring on tender feelings and keep him from setting her straight. She needed it. Oh how she needed it. She needed to grow up.

"What do you mean what's wrong Lynne? What the hell just went on in there!" shouted Leif.

And he hated shouting at her.

He glanced at her, and the pretty almond shaped eyes were wide with shock.

"Hey I don't like it when you yell at me!" shouted Lynne. 

Once again her eyes were watery. Damn, as soon as he raised his voice she was almost ready to cry. Scared of her own shadow. But on stage, or in front of a video game, she ruled the universe. Childish. 

"Well, I don't like it when you act like an immature little girl either! What the hell was that in there? Huh what was it Lynne? Just what the fuck were you doing in there sweetie. Please tell me so that I'm informed," said Leif.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 23



"You heard the conversation going back and forth, so please clarify, because I don't know what the hell you are talking about," said Lynne.

"Okay, I'll put it to you crystal clear. I thought, I thought we were serious as hell Lynne. But lately, lately you've said a few things that are putting your seriousness about me, and us, and this relationship in doubt. I don't...I don't understand how you could tell your parents that we aren't serious in there," said Leif.

He was angry but his voice was husky with emotion.

"Oh Leif that's, that's what got you so upset? Oh baby that was nothing in there I just....I...I'm very serious about you..I just said what they needed to hear. It could be really bad for them if I....If they thought I was having a relationship outside of being married, and stuff like that. So rather than let them think I've strayed too far form the path, I let them believe what they want to believe, which is that you are just a casual friend. Just like how I never let them know that I drink, or that I smoke grass, or even about some of the Lyrics in the songs that I sing," said Lynne.

"Oh woman, do you have any idea how crazy you sound! I am mad that I am so much as compared to as a dutchie, or a fucking Little Wayne record, or any other little thing that taints you with their church, that you can just casually dispose of! And hell, you don't even go to their church anymore! You were looking for another church last I checked. I'm a human being, I am a person with feelings, I am not like a glass of beer, and accessory you can hide under your bed or sweep under the rug when your parents come to visit because you are scared of what they, and the churchy idiots might think," said Leif as he merged out onto the freeway with dangerous speed.

"You're driving like a Maniac! Look Leif, you don't know what it's like to grow up in a restrictive, cult of a religion. You just really have no fucking idea what it's like. In order to have a life, I had to pretend, I had to be like two people. I could never let them know why I was so popular with my classmates. That I ignored every edict of the church as soon as I stepped away from the stoop. But then I was always able to become that perfect little girl when I got back on the stoop, because I'm an only child, I'm the only daughter that they have, and I just cannot...I can't hurt and disappoint them like that. I don't want their lifestyle but I'm not like you. I can't throw that in their faces...it's just easier to do what I want, and when I have to be around them, just pretend I'm still their little church girl," said Lynne.

"Well you are just a coward then. I believe in being honest, meaning what you say, and saying what you mean. You need to grow up, and stop being a little girl, and stop lying to your parents. No wonder you didn't believe that my intentions were honest when I first stated being interested in you. You are surrounded by people who are a dishonest bunch of fucks because they are trying to project onto a phony, man made image of what it means to be holy. Everyone you know is probably a fucking Liar, you just don't know it. Covering up shit that they want to do, but know that the church will not approve of. I don't think that's what God wants Lynne. And he certainly doesn't want you to lie about the seriousness of a relationship with a man,"

"Leif, you don't understand. If I get thrown out of that church, crazy stuff will happen. I mean, right now they don't have grounds to throw me out but-"

"Enough! Enough! I'm tired of this shit! Lynne you warned me that day when I saved your ass from the mouse that you had a ton of baggage and a ton of things to work through. And you were so damn pretty, and sexy, and funny, and innocent that I didn't care. Even though you kept blowing me off and kept me chasing after you, wagging my tongue like a stupid assed dog I thought it was worth it. And I've been patient, working through you with the sex issue, and that seems like it was working out well. And after taking my sweet time to be gentle with you through that and always patient, loving and kind, now here we go with the religion shit. And I'm going to have to coddle you through that as well. Just tell your parents you are in love with me and shit. They'll get over it," said Leif

"Oh you think it's so easy do you! You make me sick! Not everyone has a fucking, hippie, Brady bunch family like you. You had it so easy and you don't even know what it's like to struggle! You have no idea what it's like to have parents who only love you with conditions attached!" shouted Lynne.

They were in front of the house now and she flung open the car door, buzzed herself into the apartment and stomped up all of the steps. 

"I know what it's like to struggle, what it's like to love someone like mad, from the second you lay eyes on them, and have them continuously disrespect you!" he called walking up the steps behind her.

"Disrespect you? Disrespect you? You told me to grow up? You think I'm an immature freak. You do not understand. My God Leif....I couldn't...I couldn't even talk about sex with my mother...couldn't even let her know I was scared and needed help. I couldn't even tell her that someone I trusted raped me! And if I did, she probably would have told my daddy and he would have turned me into the church for having sex, and I-"

"So, so what if you get turned in? You have your own life to live I told you about it before, but god damn it woman, you have to start living life offstage, stop worrying about what everyone else thinks for Christ sake! I...I didn't know how crazy they were. I'm sorry I pushed you into letting me meet them. But this needed to happen," said Leif.

"Why? Why did it need to happen? It's spoiled everything. I'm tired. Let's go to bed and cuddle. I...I've got something that I want to kiss. And suck, and tease. Make it up to you," she murmured licking her lips.

He looked down at her tenderly. He loved her so seriously, but if she didn't want to work this out with her parents, she was not yet ready to love him as seriously as he loved her.

It hurt like hell. And it was going to hurt even more like hell to do this. But it had to be done.

"I'm...I'm not going to bed Lynne," he said.

It was a struggle not to call her Lynney, as he'd taken to calling her affectionately.

"Fine, stay up, be mad and brood. We can talk over breakfast. I'll make you some blueberry muffins. That always makes you more cheerful," said Lynne.

"I...I won't be here for breakfast," said Leif.

He quietly walked over to the corner of the living room, picked up his guitar and sat it by the door.

"What...I don't understand what you are saying Leif," said Lynne.

"I'm saying...that...I'm not staying here another night. You see to me, when a man stays with a woman week after week, and then, she comes to his house and stays with him week after week, it says that they are serious. Cuddling you in bed, and you baking me blueberry muffins for breakfast...I...that was pretty damn serious to me. I can't see how you let Mr. and Ms. Miller think we were only just casually dating," said Leif.

"That was to save my hide! Leif, you can't possibly talk about shit you don't understand. I would lose everything!" said Lynne.

"You sure are. You sure are. What really are you losing? I thought that I'd become almost your life. Well besides your music. How wrong was I?" said Leif.

"That's not even fair! You get to keep your family. Everything is easy for you. And nothing has to change, not one thing. I just tell them what they need to hear so they get off my back...but not enough so that we have to stop communicating. Why isn't that clear," said Lynne.

She was sobbing and grabbing at her hair.

"Lynne, because you can't have a serious relationship if you aren't even honest with your family about it. My god, that was when I knew it was super serious. When I told Linda about you. Lynne, I can't do this anymore sweetheart. You need to grow up," said Leif.

"You're leaving me," said Lynne.

"I don't want to. But you keep breaking my heart Lynne. You keep smashing it in this vice. Because first you're not ready, and then you are ready, but be patient before we have sex, and then, you're scared to tell everyone else how ready you are, because of some dumb ass church you don't even go to. And as beautiful as you are, and as much as I love you, and I do love you, it's just getting to be too much shit. Maybe I wasn't really ready for a serious relationship after all," said Leif.

"No, no, you can't do this! I am serious. I never want to spend another second without you. I love being with you, I love you being the first thing I see when I get up in the morning, the last person I talk to at night. I love the foreplay, I love the secret things we say to each other. Chasing each other around the house and being silly. Debating about the newspaper. You can't take that away from me, you can't do that to us. You can't do that to you," said Lynne.

"Well, you should have told them that then sweetie," said Leif.

He collected his duffle bags of stuff, his dreadlock maintenance kit, and everything he could get in one haul.

"I'll be back to get the rest of my stuff later," he said, and quietly shut the door.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 24



***

Lynne was numb after Leif left. Numb and dumbfounded. She never expected him to really leave like that. She hadn't meant to down play the seriousness in their relationship at all. She would never have done this if any other person had asked. But it was her parents, for crying out loud, and they couldn't even bear the thought of her swearing.

They were really wrapped up in the religion. Mainly because when her parents were young, their marriage was saved by the young couple who knocked on their door. Her father had been an alcoholic, and he gave up drinking. He stopped slapping her mother around. He cleaned his life up, and went on to have his own taxi's and then a fleet of taxi's. And because of the clean living the religion emphasized, the Millers attributed all their success to this religious movement. They quickly molded and patterned themselves after the church leaders. Rose high up in the ranks of the church And they now believed that a happy life could not exist outside of the church. Furthermore, they also believed that Lynne needed to marry in that church or she'd be mistreated.

They didn't mean to be foolish and misguided. They were pretty clueless to the fact that there were evils inside, and outside of the church. They were both clueless and caught up in appearances.

Leif wasn't a part of that church, but he was the kindest and gentlest man Lynne knew. He only shouted and got really mad when his patience was really tried, like this evening. And he never would put his hands on her. Not in a way she didn't want him to. He wouldn't hurt a fly. 

But Leif didn't really understand what excommunication meant. There had been no clear way to explain it to him, but if they believed she was in a serious relationship, having sex with Leif, they'd tell the church elders. When they told the church elders, her parents would be instructed to stop communicating with her. And that was it. It would be as though she was dead to them. Literally. 

Last year, Lynne knew that the life of the church was no longer for her. But that didn't stop her from wanting to communicate with her parents. So even though moving out meant she didn't have to pretend as much as she did at home, faking like she didn't swear, or drink, or smoke pot, or wasn't having lousy sex with Martin (while they were still dating when she lived at home)- Lynne still wasn't wiling to throw the fact that she'd disregarded their principles in her face, once she moved out the house. 

Leif didn't understand that, because he had a perfect little life with parents who sounded like the hippie equivalent of the Brady Bunch. On the other hand, Lynne's parents had told her in no uncertain terms when she still lived at home, that they wouldn't have a slut for a daughter. And those were the exact words that they'd used.

And now, she'd lost them both. Her parents, and Leif. And she'd never felt so alone before. She went back to the bedroom, smelled the sheets were they'd lain just this morning. He'd pulled down her panties and ate her to ecstasy. Didn't care that she didn't have a shower, said he liked the flavor and smell when she was a little bit ripe before her shower. 

That man loved her. The way she loved him and his sexy blue eyes and the way his arms were so big and strong, even though he was slender, and felt like he could shield her from any care and concern around her. How could he leave her like this? She smelled her own pussy, and his aftershave, and his dreadlock grooming products on her sheets.

She buried her face in the sheets and the tears flowed until she felt sick, and fell into an unsatisfying sleep.

***

Leif was not sleeping at all. He missed the physical presence of Lynne. But he was still furious at her. How could she say that they were not serious? Granted he hadn't let her know that he was thinking about ring shopping, but women didn't need to know everything...when a man was thinking about something like that. Besides, he wanted to save money so that he'd had enough to buy her a decent ring that didn't look like a speck. Right now specks were all he could afford. Now he saw that he was crazy for asking a woman to marry him, two months into knowing her. He thought he'd learned almost everything about Lynne, but when her crazy assed family reared their heads, she ran scurrying away for safety like a little cockroach when the lights were turned on!

He hated dishonesty! That was the one and only thing that turned him off. He'd never led any woman he'd slept with, except for Lynne to believe that he wanted something serious. That was because he was really serious about Lynne. And, it was just his luck that the woman he wanted to be serious with more than anyone else in the world did not feel the same seriousness for him.

She could say all she wanted to that it was just some lie she told her religious fanatic parents, and it might be, but he still did not like being discarded as so much gum on her shoe because it was not convenient to own up to him, because she was afraid of the ramifications of her parents church. It was not even Lynne's church anymore. 

Since she didn't think they were serious, he would show her what a casual relationship felt like. Oh yes, he would. Lynne would learn, one way or another, he'd been treating her with the care, and concern, and love that you would treat a wife with, even though she wasn't even his wife yet. He'd given her honorary wife status. All to be tossed away without so much of a thought because she was scared of her parents.

He missed her, but in some ways, he was glad that he'd told her the shit was over. Because she needed to grow up. Maybe some time apart would mature her. 

But lying in the bed right now, he couldn't even sleep. He missed the feeling of her soft hair resting in his chest. The sound of her breathing. Even the sound of her laughter when he teased her, by putting his cold feet on her own feet right before they went to sleep. Then she'd get him with her cold little hands. Wrestling her in the bed playfully. Pinning her down and having his way with her and his loving lips. Feeling her learn the fine art of dick sucking while she slurped him to ecstasy.

It was dark. And no one would know. And so he wept. Silently. Hot, salty, silent tears.

***

Lynne awoke as soon as the first shards of light appeared through her mini blinds. She hadn't slept well, but she could still smell him on those sheets. Him, and their sweet sexual foreplay. She ached. She couldn't help that she missed him.

She texted him. 

I'm sorry.

His reply. I'm sorry that it didn't work out too.

Shit. She almost hurled the phone. She wouldn't give up that easily. She loved this man, and wanted him to see, that was just a crazy mistake and turn of events, where she bent the truth a little to protect the innocent. No need for him to see this as anything different than when she pretended she didn't drink, or smoke, or when she hid her involvement in singing in the nightclubs when she was in high school, and college.

But, she was also determined not to lose that man. It wasn't over between them. He was just speaking out of anger, and she needed to smooth it over with him. She got busy in the kitchen, working on those blueberry muffins that he loved so much.

***

Leif hadn't expected a knock on his door in the middle of the afternoon.  But, when he peeped through the keyhole, he saw her standing there. She looked cute as hell, wearing a little peasant skirt, and a black, furry looking cashmere sweater. Her hair was silky and flat ironed and she wore this pink lip-gloss that made her full lips look even sexier. And those exotically shaped doe eyes. Damn. This would be harder than he thought.

He started not to answer the door. She had such an effect on him that he thought when he saw her, and heard her little voice, she'd be climbing in his arms soon and he'd be forgiving her before he so much as gave her the opportunity to appreciate how bad she'd hurt his feelings.

So he tried with all his courage to muster up some meanness. He had to look away from the keyhole, because she looked as sweet, innocent, and fuckable as ever. But she was also a clueless moron when it came to his feelings. She was immature, childish, just learning about love, and had no idea that it was not just a feeling she could display when it was convenient. 

"What the hell do you want?" he asked opening the door.

After he said it, he immediately wanted to take it back. Shit, she looked crushed. He hated to be mean on the one hand, but on the other hand, he wanted to hurt her by being callous with her feelings, the same way he felt she was callous to his heart. Not serious? Then what the hell was she doing at his doorstep, wanting to make up so quickly?

"Look Leif, I'm sorry. I brought you some muffins. I thought we could have breakfast together and talk," said Lynne.

"You look a little hot to just be wanting to come over and have breakfast. Real hot. But you know what, breakfast, baking a man muffins, coming over early in the morning, that sounds like something that a woman does for a man when she's serious," said Leif, eyeing the picnic basket.

And he snatched the basket from her surprised fingers.

"Oh Leif, there you go again, I mean, are you ever going to forgive me for that, I mean, I told you I didn't mean it," said Lynne.

"Oh, I think you did, because you're scared of what Mommy and Daddy think. It's a hell of a lot more important than what your man thinks. I'm going to show you what a not serious man does with a damn muffin," said Leif.

He snatched open the basket. The muffin's did smell very tasty but he wanted to teach her a lesson.

He took one of the muffins from the basket. He stuffed it in his mouth as far as he could, then bit the top off.

With his cheeks pushed out, he chewed the muffin. He had to concentrate hard to chew it, swallow it, and not choke. And it was delicious. But what he relished in doing was dropping the half eaten, spit laden muffin right back next to the other pristine eleven muffins.

"Yeah. Now you see. That's what a casual man does to his muffins. And, that's what he does to his woman. He doesn't spend hour kissing and licking her between her legs. Remember that. Have a good morning," he added closing the door.

"Leif, you're being childish!" she shouted from behind the slammed door.

"You're one to talk. Remember it's not serious!" shouted Leif.

"Asshole," said Lynne.

He heard silence. Then twenty seconds later he heard something extremely hard hit his door, and then there was the sound of dock martin boots walking down a flight of stairs.

When he didn't hear the footsteps anymore, he opened the door.

Feisty little thing had thrown the entire basket of muffins at the door. Most of them had fallen in front of his apartment door and left a big mess.

But there were a few that were salvageable. Damn he'd missed her cooking this morning. He ate the two muffins that were still salvageable and guzzled them down with milk. 

Then he dreamed of fucking her as he showered. Not raping her, not hurting her, he'd never do that, he just dreamed fucking her until she said, she was sorry, she'd behave if he just kept making her come.  He felt a lurid sense of satisfaction seep down the drain, as he expelled his semen. He loved her so much he hadn't wanted to make love to her until she was ready. He'd loved her sweet little body so much. Oh how he wish he'd made love to that sweet little creature just once, before it was over.

***

After the muffin incident, Lynne really knew it was serious. He was mad at her. He'd acted like a stupid assed jerk with that muffin. She didn't even know he was capable of being such a douche bag. But she'd hurt him. She decided to give him a few days to cool his head.

After a few days had passed she texted him and asked him, if he would meet her for a picnic in the park, just to chat, because she missed him.

Sure, was his text reply.

And her heart felt light. And relieved. She'd been thinking of him day and night since their breakup. And she hadn't washed those sheets since he'd left a few days ago. They were starting to itch her, but she couldn't wash them. It was the only sign left that he'd been there, besides his extra things, which he still hadn't retrieved, and had left at her house, a few items of clothing and such. Every night, she cried and tried to masturbate, but it didn't satisfy her. The orgasms, the pleasure was empty, it wasn't soul quenching like the orgasms she had with Leif. It just made her lonely, and end up crying herself to sleep.

Now, she'd get a chance to tell him, how much she missed him. She'd packed a picnic basket full of tasty treats. Chicken salad on whole grained bread, a thermos of tomato soup, and his favorite sugar cookies, that reminded him of her complexion. She ached when she thought of the things he did to her. He loved her so much he licked her ass all the time. Didn't think anything of it. It felt so good and nasty, made her tingle everywhere between her legs. Or the way he rubbed her feet, and sucked her toes. 

And she missed the little things. Helping him wash his dreads. Teaching him to site read music. Working with him on cleaning up the studio, and building up his self-confidence as he tracked himself. He'd actually sing with her loving support! She wondered if he'd stopped doing that. 

He even turned around sometimes when he played to the audience. She wondered if he stopped that too. She hoped not. He was a beautiful man. Her man. She got sick at the thought of those girls fawning over him, and now she could no longer lay claim to him.

But at least this picnic would give her a chance to express her feelings. It was a bit cold to be having a picnic, but they always were up for doing crazy things as a couple, silly things in the freezing cold, then giggling and snuggling and he'd take her for hot chocolates. But, she guessed that they weren't a couple anymore. She could only hope the picnic would change his mind. She even brought a bottle of wine, hoping that the alcohol would add a little levity.

***

He couldn't show up to the picnic. He was all dressed and ready to go. But he knew that he was weak for that sweet little Lynne. If he sat on a picnic blanket with her, comfy, and cozy, it would just be a matter of time before she'd actually settled down and convinced him that he was making a big deal out of nothing, and he should just forgive her.

Like he forgave her shyness initially. Like he forgave her for blowing him off after she had her first orgasm with another person, because she was scared. He was sick of all the crybaby childish shit. He loved Lynne. He would have coddled and babied and pampered her for the rest of their days if she needed it, but that was before she told her parents that they weren't really serious.

The protection and the spoiling, that was for a serious woman. If she told her parents that they weren't serious, he would show her how men treated women they were not serious about. And so he kept her waiting. The first five minutes, when he pictured her there, looking like a sad little girl, were some of the toughest. He started to text her and tell her he'd be right there.

But then, he decided against it. She needed to grow up. And he didn't know any other way to show her how.

***

The first five minutes, Lynne was not that surprised that Leif did not come strolling along, with perhaps some hot chocolate, or some other treat in his hand. After all, they were musicians, they had crazy schedules, and musicians were not exactly known for their punctuality. But it wasn't like Leif to be a whole half hour late.

She scanned her phone for a text message. When he was almost an hour late, she texted him, to ask where he was. His reply was that something came up, and he couldn't make it. 

It wasn't like him to let her come to the park and waste all her time and not even show up. He never did that to her before. She felt like she'd been punched in the gut. She texted him back, that he could have at least let her know that his plans had changed, rather than for her to have to text him to find out that he wasn't coming.

His reply, was that courteous texts for changes of plans were reserved for serious girlfriends. Women who weren't serious shouldn't be surprised when a man doesn't text a change in plans.

He was turning into a jerk. And yet, even though she knew he wasn't coming, she sat in the park for another two hours. Until the rain started to come down. And, even after it started to rain that cold rain, she let it rain on her, because it soaked away some of her pain.

Before the food was completely ruined she texted Janelle, asking did she want some picnic food. She was right around the corner.

***

"I'm surprised you aren't with the Romeo Rasta," quipped Janelle when she opened the door.

Lynne couldn't help it. She looked crushed.

"What, what happened girl,"

Lynne was sobbing before she even opened the door.

"We're not together anymore!"

"Well why the hell not?"

"We had an awful dinner with my parents. They asked me was I serious about him. I think to try to see if I was fornicating with him or not. And I said no, we weren't that serious. I, I don't know what I was thinking. Leif took it kind of hard...but the whole dinner was just awful," said Lynne.

"Well why were you over there in the first place," said Janelle.

"Because he wanted to meet my parents. You know we were going to Cali to meet his family," said Lynne.

"I know. You messed up. What were you thinking, ya'll aren't serious? Anytime some white boy is taking some black woman home to meet his family your asses are serious about each other," said Janelle.

"I know. I know. I...I was scared. Scared of what they might think. And I'm afraid of being excommunicated. You know my church is strict," said Lynne.

"Ex-ma-who?" asked Janelle.

"You know I told you a little about how you can be punished for bad conduct? Well one of the punishments is that, no one, who is a member of that church can talk to you, until you have repented of your sins," said Lynne.

"What you mean...you mean like your own mother and father can't talk to you!" said Janelle.

"Yeah, like, like that. And now you see why...well I always used to just live a double life. It was easier that way. So telling mom and dad that shit, that didn't mean I wasn't serious about Leif. It meant I didn't want them to know, just like they don't know that I smoke weed, or drink, or swear," said Lynne.

"But, Leif is not some booze or a pack of cigarettes. You can't hide that fool under the bed. I think he just wanted to know your parents because you two are getting serious. Well like, what if you and Leif stopped sinning and get married. I mean, sinning in their eyes, does that change stuff? Can they talk to you again. You might have to keep him away until ya'll are married...I think that, well I think that boy would marry you if you told him what was going on," said Janelle.

"Marriage doesn't change it...well...somewhat. But you still have to repent. And go back to all the church revivals and shit. You have to be active in the church again for forgiveness. And I am not. And I don't want to be. It's...it's tough out there. That's for certain sins. Others get overlooked. And of course, it depends on who turns you in, if anyone knows what you are doing. My parents, and Martin's parents turned a blind eye to what we were doing. Because everyone loved us and we were good little church kids. Other people are not always so lucky. And I'm not lucky this time. Ain't that some hypocrisy," said Lynne.

"Damn. I had no idea. You...you had it pretty tough. But Leif doesn't know.  I'm sure if you'll explain it to him, he'll understand. That boy loves you. Sometimes I can't even stand to see the two of you together. He looks almost afflicted with his love, and so do you. Just downright sick, the two of you together. So cutesy, you make everyone barf. Touchy feely, cuddly, cutsey wootsy. Just disgusting. Damn. Don't cry girl," said Janelle.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 24



"I don't have Leif, and I don't have my family, Janelle, I don't have shit anymore. And Leif is right, I'm so childish. So self-centered. I'm spoiled and immature. I should have just told my parents the truth and faced the consequences. But Leif won't talk to me. And If I can't make him talk to me, I can't make him understand what I'm going through. It's over in his eyes," said Lynne.

"He called you childish, self-centered, spoiled and immature. Damn, he was mad at you. " said Janelle.

"Yes! He did. I was so mad at him. He doesn't understand it, his parents are like the Brady Bunch. A hippie Brady Bunch. They didn't even care that he smoked pot in their basement growing up. He doesn't know what it's like to grow up like I did, that's why he says it's over. All over, over stupid shit," said Lynne her voice husky with tears.

"Naw, Naw, it's not over. I mean. That boy loves you. His feelings are hurt. And he has a right to be hurt, you discarded him like gum on your shoe because you are afraid of what your parents think. But...but he also knows that you had a sheltered upbringing. He knows you aren't as mature as a normal woman who had normal experiences growing up. But he loves you deep down, because he likes who you are inside. You're a good woman Lynne, you're kind, caring, smart and funny. And he's got some childish, openhearted ways too, so you match that way. But I think he's hurting, and he's hurting you because you hurt him. He loves you though. Lynne I know you don't have a lot of experience with men, but it's unusual that two people just start living together off the bat like that and can't be separated. He loves you, and he misses you, but he feels hurt by you, and frustrated, and he thinks it would be better to break it off. Men have sensitive feelings. He lashed out at you and he broke up with you because he doesn't know how to fix it. He doesn't know how to fix your relationship. But that boy still loves you. I know he does," said Janelle.

"I still love him!' said Lynne.

"I know you do. That's why you need to go get your man honey, before someone else does," said Janelle.

"But how? I already baked him muffins. He chewed the muffin up, threw the chewed up muffin in the basket and said that's how men treat a woman they aren't serious about," said Lynne.

Janelle cracked up laughing.

Lynne glared at her.

"What? That shit is funny. He does have a point. Oh my lord girl he is just mad at you. You two are carrying on like toddlers. He wants to hurt you good girl. Because he thinks you hurt him. You might have to dodge a few more of his blows. But if he still loves you...and I think he does...and you don't screw shit up again, he will probably forgive you. But you've got to stop screwing up on him. You gave the boy such a hard time when he was getting to know you. Now you're giving him a hard time as he makes it serious. Men get tired of fighting for love, even good men. And you might think that that you are making it easy on him, but it's the little things that make it hard. That boy is serious about you and for you to discount it to anyone, it disrespects him. I know how you feel, I understand how you feel...but you have to decide...you have to grow up and decide...who do you want to please? Your parents dead ass church that you don't even attend, or yourself? And that man you love? That blonde hair hippie that you think is so gorgeous?" asked Janelle.

"I want Leif, Janelle. From the moment I saw him, I wanted him. I was just scared to admit it at first. I'm sick and lost without him. It sounds like a cliché' but I can't eat or sleep," said Lynne.

"Yeah, you look like hell fried over," said Janelle.

"Thanks a lot. I feel like hell fried over with a side of ketchup. I wasn't trying to disrespect Leif. I was just trying not to lose my parents," said Lynne.

"I know. But that kind of love, love because you do or don't do something that a church wants, that's conditional love...Leif is offering you unconditional love," said Janelle.

"I know...and I used to tell him it was so beautiful and spiritual because I've never been loved unconditionally. He'd bathe me in that damn love and it was nourishing. He's used to it. That's the way his parents are. Damn even his mom started to shine that beam of love on me, that normal love...and I...I was enjoying that love. I tried to explain to him, that I know that ninety-five percent of the world lives that way, and with that kind of love, but I don't and it was new and soul nourishing. And the sweet sensual things that he did when he was feeing my soul...I won't mention them," said Lynne.

"Don't! I know it was some good, freaky, nasty hippie shit," said Janelle.

"Not any nastier than you and that damn guy from the paper. You all probably did some kinky shit too, that you don't want others to know about," said Lynne.

Despite her tears, they shared a chuckle.

"I'm sorry Lynne that life has been so hard for you. It really has. I can't imagine what it must be like to choose between the man I love and my parents...your life was hell...I mean no one would know on the outside. You're so beautiful, talented, and well put together. Smart. Looks like you have everything. You've come a long way from that hellhole you came up in. But the way that your folks have raised you, in that strict way, has just...I mean...it's a ball of mess. But don't let that ball of mess restrict you from what the future can bring. That boy loves you, and he wants to make things a little bit easier for you...he's your gift for growing up through so much shit. But you've bruised his male ego. But now you've got to bandage it up. It might be a bumpy ride. But I have faith that he loves you. Get your man girl," said Janelle.

And she kissed Lynne on her cheek. 

"Janelle, thank you for lifting my spirits up. Even if I can't win him back...I do have some family. I have you," said Lynne.

"Of course you do. But I'm still mad at you for reneging on the Thanksgiving at your house. I was looking forward to putting my feet under your table and eating your tasty damn cooking. You never cook for me anymore now that you have him, and I can't cook to save my life. You never should have went to see your weird ass parents. This wouldn't have happened. Next time Leif suggests it, when you get back together with him, slap him upside the head and remind him of that lousy ass thanksgiving," said Janelle.

Lynne howled with laughter. And she needed it. It was good for her soul.

"If I ever win him back, I don't think we ever have to worry about him trying to meet my folks again," said Lynne with another chuckle.

***

Clearly his life had started falling apart without Lynne. Funny how he never knew he needed Lynne before she appeared in his life. But once she'd appeared in his life, she'd worked her way into every nook and cranny of his life, sensually, emotionally, in a friendship sense. Physically. The house was lonely without the sounds of her little urban laughter.

Signs of her grooming. Him helping her paint her toenails. All those god damn hair products. The smell of her flat ironing away those adorable curls that he loved so much until her hair was soft and silky to the touch. He loved it both ways. Hadn't made a difference to him. He just wanted her to wear her hair however it made her happy.

Missed seeing her hunched over the video controller playing his new ass games. Or sitting Indian style listening while he played the guitar. He was supposed to start teaching her a few guitar lessons when they came back from his family home at Christmas. He still hadn't told Linda they broke up. Maybe he'd wait until he saw her at the airport. He didn't want to discuss it over the phone. Leif was afraid he might cry.

Maybe his mother was right about being too young for serious relationships. But he certainly had hoped she was wrong about all cases. God knows he wanted a future with Lynne. She was the one who told her parents it wasn't that serious. What kind of woman said something like that to her parents. All because she was scared of her damn parents.

If it wasn't serious, he wanted to know why almost every orgasm ended in a declaration of love. Even that last time, that last morning when she was eating her sweet little pussy she kept jerking her hips moaning she loved him so much.

When he looked in her eyes, the color flushed to her face with the intensity of her pleasure, he knew it wasn't a lie.

It might have been like puppy love for the two of them, his first serious love affair, and Lynne's first serious sexual affair, respectively, but what they'd been doing hadn't been fooling around. It had been a whirlwind of seriousness. She was childish and scared of her own feelings. Scared to grow up. And it hurt him.

Finding her sweater hadn't made it any easier. The damn thing smelled like her. Vanilla, almonds, and Lynne's own natural, indefinable scent. He remembered her soft, sweet little tits and the way she never wore a bra, so the sweet little things would look bigger. They were big enough for him, and so fun to play with, squeeze and rub gently. She loved having them touched gently, and he loved touching them that way. And how yummy they were with those luscious dusky nipples. Except that one damn day at her parents house. She'd strapped her breasts up so tight she almost looked flat chested, as though she were afraid for her parents to know that she'd blossomed into a grown and sexy woman. It had been bad to meet them. But it had been also good because it showed him that she wasn't mature enough for him.

He knew he still loved her when smelling the sweater made him feel teary eyed. What a sissy ass thing to feel...especially the way she hurt him. He got so mad that he still loved her so much she made him cry that he was embarrassed. He threw the sweater at the wall. But he wouldn't wash it. Because it still smelled like Lynne. Later he put it away carefully in its own spot in his dresser drawer.

But he had to get over her. 

He tried at first to find some numbers for some of the women he used to talk with before. He couldn't find any of those numbers. So he walked to a local bar. Started having a few drinks. He looked around the bar. He didn't see any cute little light skinned black things with sweet, pouty little lips. Anything to take his mind off Lynne. It was a bit weird, but he saw mostly white women, nothing wrong with white women- he was obviously white, but these women, they weren't doing anything for him. 

And he looked off to the corner, and he saw two pretty looking pecan colored black women talking to each other. They were cute, and they looked somewhat alike, perhaps they were sisters, or cousins, but, he didn't feel a desire to go over there and talk to them. Then it dawned on him. He didn't want any of those women because they weren't Lynne.

Damn.

Well she'd made it perfectly clear she didn't feel seriously about him. And he'd broken up with her. And carousing in bars was what men did when they weren't serious about women. He'd need to get over her. He wasn't drinking a Pabst. He couldn't. That delicious, yet cheap beer reminded him of Lynne, because that was "their" favorite. How the hell was it that everything became "their" this and that so fast?

Because they'd been damn serious about each other, but childish, immature Lynne was scared of this, that and the other, and her own damn shadow. But how he'd enjoyed teaching her about sex. Tasting that sweet little pussy of hers.

He sipped the gin and tonic until it burned a hole in his throat and chased that thought away. Some red headed woman sat beside him. Bought him another drink. Recognized him from the Duce Dutchies.

But talking to her was tedious as hell. She didn't know any of the shit that Lynne knew. Nothing about comedians, nothing about music, or night clubs. No weird and quirky shit. Nothing about literature. Just talking his ears off about her job, and corny assed one-liners about living in New York.

Leif got up in the middle of the second drink.

She was not pleased.

***

"Thank you for coming with me girlie. I needed the support," said Lynne.

"Oh girl hell yes! You know I'd do it for you in a heart beat," said Janelle.

Lynne and Janelle had been to the Dutchie's shows before. They'd always sat in the front. 

She'd get annoyed sometimes with the overzealous female fans, throwing themselves at the band, hollering, shouting innuendos, and in some ways these thirsty broads were even worse than the ogling and cat calls from the men at her own shows. She'd had to stifle down her jealousy before, and Leif always teased her.

"Hell, I'm so shy my back is to the girls. You're the one who is the sex kitten on stage. It's only work. I always remember that when you are up there. It's cute when you're jealous though," he'd tease.

Depending on what they were doing, he'd kiss her on the forehead or swat her butt. She missed him spanking her, playfully to make a point. She sort of liked submitting to him the few times when he'd playfully turned her over his knee and pulled down her panties. It was playful, erotic, and sensual to submit to him while he stung her cheeks a bit. 

The wetness would flow when she thought of their sex.

She was biting her lip.

Janelle pinched her arm.

"You have to hold it together. Don't cry. Don't let these thirsty bitches see you cry. You are here to get your man," said Janelle.

Lynne nodded.

She watched the set. Leif's back was once again to the audience. He wouldn't even turn around in the beginning this time. And his playing seemed a little sloppy. A little off. It was well disguised by the rest of the band...but she knew her man and his guitar. Something was wrong.

Was he missing her as bad as she missed him? Was it affecting him in every way like it affected her. She was singing all kinds of sad and dreary songs at her shows now. Lots of folky Joni Mitchell, some Bjork that she did over in a Jazz vein. Lot's of Toni Braxton and Anita Baker too. And a few other sad acoustic songs she'd written about her and Leif, of course she didn't mention Leif. The audience didn't complain but there was a depressing note to her shows now. Janelle joked that she was filling it with sad assed love songs. She made her put an up-tempo number back in the set, or she playfully refused to walk her home. 

The women screamed when Leif shred, but he didn't even so much as turn around. But his back was still sexy and so was his tight ass in those Levis. She remembered biting his ass, and tenderly kissing his balls. How he'd loved that. It seemed like forever, and finally his set was over.

As soon as it was over, she went around the side wing. She called out the lead singer. Said she was Leif's girl.

He responded-

"I haven't seen you in a while. Leif's over there, but I'm warning you, he's busy...I'd come back another day. He's been drinking a bit. He's been acting like an ass lately. I hope you can work it out. But, I wouldn't want to see him right now," said the Lead, Matthew 

Lynne walked around the corner of the wing with Janelle in tow. She knew that whatever he was doing, he'd stop it soon. She dressed up in a cute, tight silk floral print dress. She'd curled her shoulder length hair so that it was curly and bouncy. She had on nice, white leather boots. He liked her in boots.

She saw him in the corner with two girls flanked on either side of him.

Her heart felt sick.

"Leif," she said softly.

"Oh...Oh hey Lynne," he left the two women standing right there and walked towards her. 

Lynne could see that Leif was drunk now, and he was holding a crooked bottle of beer.

"This...this is my ex girlfriend. She...she's damn hot. Hotter than the two of you. But she wasn't too serious about me. Ask her mommy and daddy," said Leif with a drunken slur.

And he reached over and slapped Lynne's ass.

"Leif! You must be crazy. Haven't even really said hello? Haven't answered any of my texts, stood me up on a date and you'd smack my ass, get the hell off of me," said Lynne.

"Well, why wouldn't I slap your ass? That's how you treat a woman you are not serious about," said Leif, and he stated swigging the bottle of beer.

"Leif, baby, I see I hurt you...I see that now...but this person isn't you. You're acting like an asshole right now, because you're drunk. I know you are hurting, and I'm hurting too, but that's no reason act like an asshole, you're not an asshole, you're a sweet and gentle person," said Lynne.

"Oh no sweetie, you were the flaming asshole two weeks ago. How's life with your parents," he spat.

"Okay. I deserved that. Leif, why don't we just sit somewhere and talk okay? Maybe tomorrow, or the next day. When your head is cool, and you aren't drunk. I see I messed up in a big way, and I deserve this. I want you back in my life and even, even if you want to slow the pace down, and you be the tortoise this time, I'd understand," said Lynne.

"Too late now little Tortoise. I think that ship has sailed. I was on the fast moving, serious ship, but you got off because mommy and daddy didn't like me," said Leif.

"I like you Leif," called one of the girls.

And she flashed Leif one of her breasts.

Lynne gasped in shock.

Leif turned around and looked.

"Don't...don't look at her...don't you see me talking to you damn it! I came to see you," said Lynne and her lip quivered.

"Well, why not. You aren't serious about me anymore," said Leif, chugging the rest of the beer.

He threw the bottle in the trash so hard, he broke the bottle.

"Sign her boob, sign her boob," cried one of the girls pointing at her friends breast with a marker.

"Don't you touch that slut's tit Leif!" shouted Lynne. 

Leif looked over at Lynne with relish, and signed the boob.

Lynne would not give either Leif or those two bimbos the satisfaction of crying in front of them. She turned on her heels and ran towards the back door exit, thankful that Janelle was right behind her, to keep her from toppling over.

***

"What an asshole! He's an asshole! Why would he do that to me? I came back there to see him!" sobbed Lynne.

"Calm down...calm down don't get hysterical girl," said Janelle.

"Don't get hysterical, did you see that shit! He's probably fucking them right now. I never even got to make love to him all the way," said Lynne.

"What! That boy was living with you all that time and you weren't even putting out," said Janelle.

"I...I did put out, I mean, well in the beginning he did a lot of pleasuring me but then I got a lot less shy and I did some raunchy things to him that should have been on a porno channel. But not formal sex, no, lots of foreplay," said Lynne.

"God. He loves you. He loves you so much. No man lives with a woman that long not putting all the way out if he doesn't love her. Dealing with Martin and your crazy ass parents got you confused about what love really is. You should have sat down at dinner and told Leif everything, just like you finally told me," said Janelle.

"I know I should have...but I didn't...and now I lost him. But how could he do that. He touched her boob," said Lynne.

"He didn't really. He touched it a little but he mostly just signed it. He did it to shock you and to hurt your feelings. And Leif is like a little boy. You both are. Two little children fallen in love, one tripped the other, bruised their knee, and now he's chasing behind you. He wants to trip you, and give you a boo-boo so you have a bruised knee too. So you are even. Then he'll probably be more forgiving. It's not right. He was being an asshole right now, but he just wants to hurt you because you hurt him. Men are different than us. This is the way he cries. You hurt that boy bad. You didn't mean it, but he loves you and his feelings are hurt up bad," said Janelle.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 24



"You think he'll sleep with her, the one he signed...or even both of them...maybe at the same time? You think he'll do it because he's mad. Oh Janelle, I feel sick...I don't want him doing that freaky gentle shit he used to do with me all night long. He used to make me feel so good, and safe," said Lynne.

Her stomach felt sick.

"You think he's going to do that shit with them! Ha, I'd be surprised. That freaky gentle shit is for the serious girlfriends and wives. And, that's what he was trying to tell you about earlier, how serious he was. And he's not going to sleep with them. He's showing off now. They were back so he didn't have to be reminded that you weren't there. Even that lead guy, he didn't want you to see it, because he knows Leif is fucking up everything because his heart is hurt. He even was playing like some warmed over shit. And he normally plays better than that. He normally plays like fucking Hendrix. That boy is hurt. It's all an act...he won't sleep with those girls. I'd be surprised. Besides, he's so pissy drunk he'd be lucky to make it home, let alone get something up," said Janelle.

In spite of her pain, Lynne laughed. Because Janelle was earthy, and funny, and the big sister she never had, and her grown up wisdom helped her make sense of her world. She'd be lost without her. 

"I love him so much. I've been nothing but a fool to him. I don't know how to get him back now. I don't know what to do," said Lynne.

"My best advice is to think about how you've gone wrong. Only you know that. You know the relationship between the two of you. Think about what you've done, the mistakes you've made, and how you can make it better. That's all you can do. And he can only hear you, or not. But my guess is that he hears you. Man, I hope he does. This two weeks has been hell for me, and I'm sure it's been hell on Duce Dutchies. I know that Matt dude hopes ya'll get back together so he doesn't have to fire Leif's ass, that was some foul ass playing," said Janelle.

Lynne chuckled.

"Walk me up. I got a lot of thinking to do," said Lynne.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 25



***

Later on, at home, Lynne couldn't sleep. So she was wide-awake in the middle of the night when she got a text message.

"Look, I didn't mean it with those two girls. I didn't sleep with them. I sent them home after you left. I knew you were in the audience. Matt told me. He told me not to bring those girls back there, I did it anyway. To hurt your feelings. I was always honest with you, I'm honest with you now. I thought it would feel good to hurt you like you hurt me. But it just feels crummy,"

***

The text from Leif, where he mentioned that he did not sleep with those girls, made Lynne feel so much better. The relief she felt wash over her made her cry silent tears. He might not have said that he wanted her back, but at least he still cared about hurting her feelings. That meant he still cared about her. And she was glad that he hadn't done anything with those girls. She was sick with jealousy thinking about those slutty white girl bimbos fucking her man!

If she felt that strongly about him sharing his body with another person, how could she have lied to her parents like that? Because she was afraid of getting thrown out of church and her parent not speaking to her? If that was the consequences of getting serious with Leif, and loving him, she would have to put on her big girl panties, and swallow those consequences down whole.

Leif had been right. If they were going to be serious about each other, they could not live in a bubble. She saw it so clearly now, sitting in the dark looking at Leif's text message, when she couldn't see the truth before. If she loved him, she couldn't live a lie and hide him from her parents. She had to be truthful with the people in her life, and let those chips fall where they may. Some people were lucky, and they didn't have to choose between romantic love, and their familial ties. But, Lynne wasn't that lucky. That tender, soul nourishing love that she felt with Leif was worth any sacrifice that she had to make.

He loved her! Loved her, and she kept breaking his heart and hurting him. Not on purpose, but because of her issues. First she was scared of him, then she admitted that she was scared of sex, then she was scared of her parents. He was tired of her being scared of that big beautiful love he had to share with her.

Frankly, she couldn't blame him. Right now, she felt like she didn't deserve him. She just knew she loved him, and wanted him back. So she had to think of something. Find the right words to say.

Somehow. Lynne felt that she should speak straight from her heart. And she was always better at composing her words on paper, than with verbal words. It was the songwriter in her.

She took out several sheets of paper, and started writing her thoughts down. All the ways she messed up. How sorry she was. And even more importantly, if Leif had decided to move on, it would hurt her soul, but she would have to accept it, but she would always remember the last few months with him as the most beautiful experience of her entire life.

Lynne spent all night long, and wrote about twenty drafts of her letter for Leif. After she was finished writing the letter, she decided that she wanted to find a song, just something that expressed the utter sorrow that she felt for hurting Leif. The man who had offered her serious, tender love, which she denied to her parents because she was afraid of their reaction- how stupid she was!

After staying up all night, she knew that she probably looked horrible, but she couldn't sleep. And she needed to see Leif, she had to see if she could win him back, and if she could not win him back, she needed to at least let him know what a beautiful man he was, and how much she had loved him, and how she would never forget how he touched her heart.

Maybe it was good if he saw that she wasn't at all well put together since their breakup. She knew her face looked swollen from crying, but the cold water she washed her face with made the swelling go down. She pulled her hair back in a ponytail, put on her funky glasses with the black frames, buttoned up a simple black sweater, and wore black jeans and boots. She wore all the black on purpose, because she'd been feeling particularly mournful this morning.

***

He'd been a jerk last night. He couldn't find any excuses for the way he treated Lynne. And after she'd ran from back stage, and Leif could guess that she was crying, Matthew gave him a piece of his mind, after clearing the two girls from back stage, including the girl whose breast he'd signed.

"What the hell are you doing man? I tried to keep her from coming back here!" said Matt.

"I....she says it's not serious...she embarrassed me in front of her parents...she's ashamed of me...she doesn't love me...I gave her everything," stuttered Leif in a half drunken stupor. 

"That's not a reason to treat her like an Ass. Maybe she had her reasons. Maybe you should figure out what they were. Because look at you," said Matthew.

"What do you mean look at me? I'm not in a serious relationship anymore. I'm free now, so I'm acting like a free man," said Leif.

"You are acting like a free idiot! These easy chicks and shit, this is not even who you are anymore man. Even before Lynne, you'd started to change. And...and I'm not into that Love shit, but it was working for you. Lynne had you all mellow and settled. Even in a few months, even though it happened so fast with you and her I saw a change in you when you were with her. And then you were all happy and cuddled up and shit. You had me wondering if there was something out there I was missing. Couldn't be more different than her, but she looked like a candle that was lighting your soul or something. Some shit is just meant to be and you can't fight fate, you and Lynne, that shit is fate bro," said Matthew.

"You don't know shit about Love. You fuck any girl who is within spitting distance. And since you don't know about love, you have no idea what it's like to keep loving someone, and they keep hurting you," said Leif.

"I don't brother, but I know this, you were better with her than you are without her. You miss her, it's eating you. You play like shit now. You look like shit, and you're acting like a piece of shit. You two have different backgrounds and stuff, so you're gonna have conflicts. You just need to reach inside yourself and try to forgive her. She's gonna be different than you. I mean, you just had an argument right? She didn't cheat on you," said Matthew.

"Hell no, she'd never do that. She's an innocent little angel. I couldn't even ever see her running on me with another man," said Leif softly.

"Well then she's already better than most of the groupies and girls around the Dutchies. You said you didn't want those kind of women anymore, way before Lynne came along. You want someone like that now? A chick you can't trust. Someone you really aren't serious about. Someone you want to just use, as a release," said Matthew.

"No...but I want my woman to be serious about me...in front of everyone, even her hard assed parents. She's acting stupid, and immature. She acts like a little baby, she's scared, afraid of everything. You turn on a bright light and she wants to scurry away, like a little mouse. We got together because she was scared of a mouse. It's just so much shit. All I want to do is love her, but she was scared and fought me at every turn. I got tired of that shit. I love her with all my heart, but all this running and being scared and shit makes it so hard to love her," said Leif, rubbing his temples and shaking his head. 

.

"Didn't you say she was the most sweet, tender, and innocent little thing you ever met? Isn't that what you used to say about her," asked Matthew.

"Yeah, I did," said Leif.

"Well you can't have it both ways you dumb shit! If she's innocent like you say she is, some things might be harder for her, and scare her more than they scare us. She sounds like she doesn't have a lot of experience not just with men, but even out here in the big bad world, based on what you say. It's...it's only natural that she's immature. She ain't gonna be perfect bro. But can you live with the immaturity. If you can, then you probably know what you need to do," said Matthew.

"She hurt my feelings," said Leif.

"Oh man, you sound like a fucking girl! If she hurt your feelings, then tell her so. Tell her you are mad at her. Tell her that you demand an apology. Tell her to grow up. But my god man, I'm not trying to get all mushy and shit, but I don't want you to be kicking yourself in ten years, because you let that pretty girl go, and she was the one you really wanted. Then next thing you know, you're playing in a pussy assed hair metal band doing Poison covers, disguising how much you miss Lynne singing disgusting hair metal music," said Matthew.

"You fucking wanker! I'm never doing Brett Michael's covers. Look, I'm kinda wasted. But thanks for the head check bro. I needed it. I'll see you at the set tomorrow," said Leif.

Leif left the gig, and walked home. But he thought about Matthews's advice the whole way home. He was right. He couldn't have it both ways. She had hurt him, but some of it was due to her immaturity. He couldn't just salivate at her sweet innocence, and be angry at her when she lacked maturity. She would grow. She was just at a different point in her maturity than he was. A sweet innocent thing like her was going to be lacking in maturity. The same trait that drove him mad with longing and tender affection would also drive him mad sometimes with anger. It was so funny how friends could put those type of things in perspective sometimes, in ways that were difficult for you to see on your own.

And here he was, punishing her, and himself, denying them of the pleasure of their special bond. But she'd hurt him. He still didn't like the way she'd tossed him aside so quickly, lying to her parents, telling them that they were not serious. He was angry at her for that! Even still! He was so mad, he'd used the money he'd been saving to buy her an engagement ring for a new guitar. He just got it the other day. That thing played like a fucking Porsche. But even he knew that he'd bought it to disguise his hurt. 

Still, he hated thinking about how he'd acted like such a jerk to Lynne. He pictured those big beautiful brown eyes red with tears, and his stomach turned sour with his sorrow. He threw up. Granted he was drunk, but it wasn't like him to have a weak stomach. But, no matter what he said, or did, and even if he had broken up with her, he loved that damn little cutie so much. He knew he did. 

And he suspected he probably always would. 

So he sent the text message to Lynne, so she'd know just what had happened with those girls. Thinking that he'd hurt her made him feel so guilty. He sent the text. He was hoping for a quick response. Anything to show that she still loved him, still cared, and didn't hate him for acting like such a royal ass. He never received an answer.

So, he downed a whole six pack of Pabsts. He got really good and drunk. And finally sleep came.

***

Bright and early, in the middle of the morning, he heard loud music on his floor.

What the hell! Who was playing music at this hour? He had half a mind to call his Super. And he really needed his sleep this morning, he had a hard night and was trying to sleep off his liquor. 

Leif was shirtless, wearing only sweatpants as he plodded across the living room floor. He was about to open the door and start yelling at whoever was playing that music in his hallway, but he got this immediate sense that something was different with this music. Then, he looked down at the hallway right in front of the inside of his door.

Once he got closer to the door, he recognized the music. And he knew it was Lynne. The song that was playing, was the song that he'd helped her re-record a rock version of, the song Pretty Brown Eyes by Mint Condition.

He heard the smooth R&b vocals:

"Pretty Brown eyes, you know, I see them. It's a disguise the way you treat me. You keep holding on to your thoughts of rejection. If you with me you're secured. You keep telling me that your time is always taken, but I keep seeing you out alone. Listen to love, your heart is pounding with desire, waiting to be unleashed,"

She was playing that song. He knew it was Lynne. It was her song, and he could hear in the Lyrics exactly what she was saying. He never paid attention to the lyrics before. She was apologizing. For breaking his heart.

He saw two cards being slid under the door. One card was powder blue, and the other was pink.

Leif looked through the peephole of his door. He didn't see Lynne, just her little ghetto blaster boom box propped up against the wall holding her iPhone, blaring the Mint Condition song. 

But then he kept looking around, and he saw her, sitting in front of his door, Indian style. She looked like a little mourner, all dressed up in black like a little Goth chick. She was even wearing dark lipstick. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was still damn cute. 

He started to open the door. But the blue card said, 'read me first'. He interpreted that to mean that she wanted him to read the card before he opened the door for her. And, that was why she was sitting in front of the door, like a cute little puppy, with her legs, and arms folded. Sitting in front of her little boom box, swaying back and forth to the music. Waiting on his response. 

He already wanted to scoop her up in his arms, but he was also still angry with her. Telling her parents they weren't serious when he was secretly trying to save for an engagement ring, and ask for her hand in marriage. Saying they weren't serious and not wanting to move in with him because she was scared of what her parents thought. Because she knew damn well, spending all nights and days together, sharing tender intimacies and every waking moment, that they were in a serious relationship. She was just foolish!

So he wanted to see what she had to say in her card.

"Leif, words cannot describe the way you have touched me over these two months. You told me that I was immature, and I needed to grow up. You are definitely right about that. I want to thank you for the time you have given me, and how much you helped me grow up, and see myself as a beautiful and sensual woman.

You took a chance on me, even when I was shy and scared. You treated me like a princess and showed me tenderness and love in ways that I never knew. I guess I was not grown up enough to handle that love. You loved me so sweet, so bright, so tender, and so true, I did not know how to handle that love. I never experienced a love so pure, so I didn't understand how to handle it with the care and tenderness that it required. So, I was stupid, and immature, and I discounted the serious of that love the one time that it really mattered. I didn't realize that a love like ours, is worth any consequences. I see that now. I want to beg you for your forgiveness. I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart. But I also know that there are times where you hurt someone and they don't forgive you. And, if you don't forgive me, there will be nothing I can do to change your mind. 

But I saw some things in you last night...I know you only did those things to hurt me, but don't let the fact that I was a fool, turn you into someone you are not. You are not that man Leif, that man last night backstage. You are the sweetest, kindest, most tender man I've ever known. Please don't let my foolishness turn you into someone you are not. Any woman would be lucky to have you, those soulful blue eyes, and those tender kisses in her life. Don't let the hurt that I caused you make you bitter. You'll make a woman a fine man someday, even if the woman you choose isn't me,"

He looked down at that card. He read the last paragraph over again. He couldn't even picture himself with another woman. Just, trying to visualize what she was saying, that if he couldn't forgive her, don't let that make him mean to another woman, made his heartsick. He didn't want another woman.

He wanted his Lynne.

The pink card said, "read me second".

So he read the pink card. It was all the lyrics to the Pretty Brown eyes song. The song she loved and sang ardently around the house. He never paid attention to the lyrics before today. He read the second verse:

"Don't tell your friends that I don't mean nothing to you. Please don't deny the truth. Tell me right now, I know your heart is in the right place. You know I won't let you down, yeah. You can't disguise all the pounding of your heart yeah, I see it in your eyes. And you can't hide. Start to make sense and quit playing these love games. Tell me what you're gonna do yeah,"

He scanned down to the bottom of the card with the lyrics.

"You used to tell me that I had the prettiest brown eyes. I'm sorry that my pretty brown eyes keep breaking your heart,"

He could see how heartfelt her words were in the cards. She was really sorry. And the biggest part of love, was learning to forgive. And he forgave her.

And damn he loved that little woman. His woman.

He couldn't wait to feel her back in his arms again. He opened the door.

She was still sitting with her legs folded at the door next to her boom box.

She looked up at him, like a sweet little angel as soon as he opened the door.

"Did you read my cards," said Lynne.

Her little nose sounded all stopped up, and it was beet red from crying along with her little eyes.

"Yeah baby. I read them all. Come to your man baby. Come to Leify. Come here," he added holding his hand out gently, helping her up.

"Leify I'm so sorry!" she said.

He squeezed her so tight in his arms he picked her up off the floor.

"Sshhh...I know you are sorry sweetie. I know you didn't mean to hurt me. I didn't mean to hurt you either," said Leif. 

His voice was husky. He was one blink away from crying.

"I suck, and I'm doing all the apologizing baby! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry. All I wanted to do was be serious with you. I want to be your only woman for the rest of my life!"

"I know...I know you do sweetie. And I want to be your man,"

"I was scared. I acted like a foolish and immature baby!" said Lynne.

"That's, that's okay. You...I had a deep conversation with someone yesterday. And it helped me. You are so sweet baby...just as sweet and innocent as the driven snow. And I might have been a little hard on you, expecting you to be grown up, and stand up to your parents all at once, and a lot of other shit, that is hard for you to do. Your love is sweet, and innocent, and you love and explore like a happy little girl with me. I can't have my cake, and eat it too, being happy about getting to teach and show you love, and then get break up with you when you act in ways that are silly, and immature. You were silly and immature, but you're growing. And I like helping you grow up," he added stroking her cute nose.

"I want to be your big, grown up, beautiful woman Leif. Not a stupid, immature woman. I can't believe how stupid that shit was! We were serious as hell, with each other. I knew it, I was just scared of my folks. I was just scared of consequences," said Lynne sniffling.

"I did not call you stupid. I said that one thing that you did, saying we weren't serious to your parents, when you know that we are, was silly. You aren't stupid. You're a smart woman. Smarter than me. But you need to grow up emotionally. But I love you baby. I want to help you grow," he added kissing her forehead.

"I want you to help me grow. Leif, I'm sorry I keep hurting you. It's your turn to be the tortoise if you want. If you want to take it slow again I completely understand. It can be at your pace. We can start dating casually again, I know...I know you are upset and might be weary and want to see if I can be mature enough to handle your love and I-"




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 25



He put a finger to her cute little lips, to silence her. Damn. He missed her sweet little mouth. Her lips even felt cute under his fingers. She was doing that nervous, flighty little thing she did when she was scared. Damn adorable. He wanted to kiss her from her head to her toes innocently. Then follow it up with some hot and nasty kisses for her.

"Hush Lynney. Did I say anything to you about being a tortoise?" he asked softly.

"No," she said, her voice husky.

"Do you want to be a tortoise?" asked Leif.

"No! I miss having you in my house! Or being at yours," she said.

He chucked.

"I missed you too baby, in my house and in my bed,"

Now, he wanted to test her a little bit. See how serious she thought they were. See what she thought about this living together business. If she was okay with that, then he needed to get rid of that guitar, and fast, and get that damn money back, for her engagement ring. He still wanted to marry that sweet creature. She'd grow up if he had to turn her over his knee and spank her sometimes, when she was selfish and immature. His cock ached at the thought, remembering the playful ways he spanked her cute, ripe little cakes around the house.

"Are you saying, are you saying you wanna...stop fooling around? With all the separate apartments and shit. Really commit. So this time there is nowhere to run the next time we have something, a big disagreement like this. We will stay and work it out, because that's what you do when you are in a serious relationship. And that's my fault Lynne. I shouldn't have been so quick to run out the door," said Leif.

"Yeah. I'm serious about moving in together. I...I was hoping you'd take me back Leif. I...I brought as much of my junky assed shit as I could carry. I was hoping I wouldn't be going home this evening. It's, it's in the hall," said Lynne.

Leif looked at her. He chuckled.

"You just knew when I looked into those sweet pretty brown eyes of yours, and read your sweet little words that I was taking you back did you," he asked.

He held her close to him, and cupped her ass. His heart felt light that he could touch her like that again...hold her sweet little body in his arms so close.

She looked up at him, stood on her tippy toes, and very gently pecked him on the lips, then sucked his top and bottom lip.

"I didn't know for sure. But I sure did hope and pray that you would. I honestly, don't know what I would have done, if you didn't want me back. Of course I thought you might not," she added softly.

"Oh hell Lynney, I don't know what I would do, had you not come back to me sweetness. Where's all your shit," he asked.

She opened the door and pointed in the hallway.

He hauled in three duffle bags full of her clothes, and shoes, and her keyboard.

"Is your Nintendo in that stuff?" he asked.

"No, it was too heavy,"

"Why didn't you bring your Nintendo? You know you love that shit. Now we have to go get it tomorrow. We'll get it tonight. And we should grab some dinner tonight. To celebrate two fools in love, getting back together," he teased.

"I want to cook for my man. I know you've been eating grime, mold, and fuzz since I've been away boy. You need some home cooking in your belly," said Lynne.

Leif guffawed with laughter. He missed her quick sense of humor.

"I missed you so much sweet baby," he added, dotingly stroking her hair.

"I missed you too Leif. And I can't wait to end these separate living arrangements. Next month, after I save some dough, I can break the lease," she said softly.

"I can help you with some money, babe. I'll help you break the lease. I want you out of your own separate apartment and wrapped up in my arms," he added with a grin.

"Wait Leif. There's something I need to take care of," said Lynne.

"Oh God, what is it babe, everything is going so well," he teased swatting her cute little butt.

He'd missed feeling, and smacking on her cute little ass so much.

Lynne chuckled.

"Well, you talked, on that drive home about me being a liar and a coward,"

Leif winced. Those had been the words he used. Damn. He did feel that way in some respects, but he'd been hard as hell on her.

"Lynne sweetie, I'm sorry,"

"Don't apologize boy. Let me finish. You said I was a liar and a coward. You said if I wanted to be with you, we couldn't live in a bubble. That you believed in being honest, saying what you mean, and meaning what you say. You told me that I needed to grow up, and stop lying to my parents, about the seriousness of our relationship, if I really loved you. And you are right. So there's something that I need to do," said Lynne taking out her iPhone.

"Sweetness, don't do anything rash. I mean, after we visit my parents in California, and after you move in here, we can sit down and talk with your folks, hell, even invite them here, by then there should be some news to make them a little happier, or maybe more unhappier, but we'll stand together and let them know this is serious, and they can either be on board with it, or miss out on some of the best times in their daughter's life," said Leif.

"Leif, it's not that simple baby. Just basically, because I used to be a part of that church, if we live together, or if we have lived together at any point in the past, even after we get married, that means they can excommunicate me from that church," said Lynne.

"I know what that means. Like the Catholics, where you can't be catholic anymore. But that shouldn't matter because you don't even like that church anymore, right baby," said Leif lovingly.

"Not exactly. There are rules for misbehavior. In my parents church, basically, living with you, and sex before marriage, means that they won't be able to talk to me. If they see me on the street they have to turn away from me, as though I am dead. They can't talk to me until I repent, and start going back to their church regularly and confess all my sins to the elders in the church," said Lynne.

"What?"

"I know, I know it sounds like a crazy cult of freaks, and that was another reason I didn't want to tell you. I thought you wouldn't understand and you would think I was even weirder than you probably already think because I-"

Leif had never wanted to hold her so tight. He squeezed her so tight he could feel that he took her breath away. When he first saw her, he'd wanted to kiss her, protect her forever, and fuck her silly all at the same time. But he'd never wanted to protect her more than he did at that moment.

Poor little creature, she'd been abused by her ex boyfriend, and she was being abused emotionally by that stupid fucking church, and her parents. That was why he didn't like most organized religion. That they would make some kind of edict to make a parent turn their back on their baby girl just because she'd fallen in love and was expressing herself sexually with a man. It was mindboggling.

"Oh sweetie, no wonder you didn't want to tell them. Oh God I should have listened! They won't talk to you again? Really," he asked.

"God, no one has ever held me like this. Leif I feel like you could protect me from anything. I feel so safe in your arms. I never knew what it was like to feel so much love. To think I almost fucked it up because I'm scared of loosing conditional love with church strings attached. I don't care my parents can't talk to me again. It will hurt but I'll get over it, because the love I know with you, is so sweet, it has no conditions. You love me always, no matter what I believe. I don't care, I've gotta tell them what you mean to me," said Lynne nodding against his neck.

"Well sweetie, I care. I don't want you to lose your family over this...it hardly seems fair. I....you don't have to tell them anything else about us baby. You were right," said Leif reassuringly.

He sure as hell did not want her to lose contact with her parents if they had such a silly dogmatic rule in their church. Lynne's double life leading made even more sense now. He was sorry he pushed before he had the full picture.

"Well Leif, I do have family. I mean...you are serious about me moving in here, and stuff, I can tell that. If I move in, I'm almost like your wife. And I guess you'd be my family. And then, maybe one day we'll get married and have a baby. I'll be a mommy to beautiful babies with you, and that'll be my family. A family built on love. Not on fear and dogmatic rules. A beautiful family to be a part of...I don't want to scare you, and put all the burden on you either, for family. I have Janelle, and my girls too, I'm so lucky to have such wonderful people who love me, and who will be like a surrogate family for me," said Lynne brightly. 

Her little disposition was so bright and sweet that he cried into her hair. No wonder he'd fallen madly in love with her. She was truly the epitome of a sweet girl. She was just sweet. 

"Oh, I would love to be your family baby girl. And when you are ready, I'll give you as many babies as we can afford to have in our own loving family, if that's what you want. We'll raise them to love God, and the universe, and mother nature too. But, but don't punish yourself like this. Oh Lynney, it's so messed up. I want to protect you. I don't want nothing hurting my little girl. You're my little girl now, you need all the love and pampering and spoiling a boyfriend can bring. I had no idea it was so rough for you...I wish you'd told me earlier. Oh my sweet little Lynney," he added dotingly stroking her hair.

She was a grown woman, but she needed pampering and love now. Kindness and care. That her parents might throw her out of their hearts like that. Abandon her. Leif would never abandon her again! He couldn't believe he'd almost abandoned the sweet little thing and he did not know the full story. He'd never make that mistake again. No wonder she was so afraid of everyone, and everything and so cautious with her feelings. 

She was his little princess now. He only wished he could marry her that instant. So she could understand he meant permanence. He would never leave her. His mother Linda had been wrong about marriage. It was nothing to run from or avoid for as long as possible. It could be a beautiful bond that wouldn't be broken. He'd give his baby, his Lynney his last name, and they'd be starting a family that loved no matter what, though the ups and downs. None of this conditional religious dogmatic bullshit! He had no problems with them enforcing a rule. Punishing her even. But making a law so that parents couldn't talk to children, that was cruel. But even crueler was a parent who listened to that rule. She was his baby now. And she didn't need that abuse. 

"I won't ever leave you. You might be a grown woman, but when you need to be, you can be my little girl too. I'll keep you safe Lynney. I don't want them to hurt you. You don't have to tell them baby. I understand it now," he added sweetly. He didn't mean to cry in her hair, but he couldn't help it. He now knew the pain and the grief that confessing the seriousness of their relationship would cause.

"Don't cry for me Leif. It's okay. I need to put my big girl panties on, because you need to know how serious I am about you Leif, and I can't have one foot in and one foot out of this relationship. Mama and Daddy need to know the truth," said Lynne.



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Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 26



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Thank you all for reading this story. I read and appreciate all of your comments. They motivate me, and keep me going with these two.

I realize there have been a lot of chapters, and Leif and Lynne have not yet consummated their union.

I think I need to step outside of the story just for a little bit and ease your concerns so you don't get frustrated. 

I don't want to give away too much, but they will be consummating their union in a few more chapters.

You've stuck with them this long, and they will "get it on", you have my word.

Just give me a few more chapters to set it up. I will be breathing a sigh of relief as well :) 

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***

She loved this man. The love she felt for Leif was so big, beautiful and broad, she didn't see the need to hide it anymore. She walked over to him and buried her head in his broad chest. She'd been drinking him in all morning, his slender broad chest, those strong arms that could hold her tight through any storms that might come. Ever since he opened the door and said that he forgave her, she felt his warm glow of affection flowing through her. Ever since he swallowed her up in his big strong arms, in an embrace so tight he lifted her off the ground.

She loved his magnetic blue eyes, those blonde eyelashes, and his tender spirit. How could loving this man be a sin? She just inhaled the scent of him. Just to smell him, bath soap, and Leif's natural scent made her world feel complete. She moved her mouth tenderly over his pectorals, just nuzzling his hardening nipples.

"Lynn, baby, you don't need to do this sweetie," he murmured.

She shook her head back and forth, no, she was going to do this, and she gathered strength from the comforting feel of his left chest nipple between her pursed lips. She pulled it between her lips and gave it a firm suck.

"You taste good to me Leif. I've never felt a sweeter sin before baby," she said, her voice husky with emotion.

And Damn, she missed his mouth. She looked up at him. His beautiful blue eyes were so watery. She was sure her eyes were watery too, but she didn't really care. A love like there's was worth a sacrifice. Some people had to choose between family, and love. She was that person. But, most people would give two lifetimes to feel the one month of passion that she'd shared with Leif.

And his mouth was beautiful. And she leaned in, as though noticing his lips for the first time, his thin but shapely lips and she gently sucked his bottom lip, and then his top lip.

"That was how you awakened me. You turned me into a bold and beautiful woman. I'm sorry if I acted like a little girl, because I was scared, of what they might say, or what they might think but I'm your big grown woman now baby," she whispered her mouth an inch from his own.

"Oh Lynne," he groaned, and he pulled her tight into the circle of his arms.

They pulled each other into a kiss with such intensity that their tongues dueled for supremacy before deciding on a tender rhythm, and a pace that they could agree on where they shared the fruit of each other's kiss.

His hands reached down, cupped her ass, and branded her with fire. If this was sin, she'd be okay with burning in hell.

"I've....I need to do it now,"

She took her iPhone out of her pocket. She walked over, sat on the couch, and put her phone on the coffee table. She rubbed her hands together as though trying to find the words to say. She took in her breath and blew a huge amount of air, blowing the fringe of her hair. This was a nervous habit of hers.

Lynne never thought that the lid would come off of her life like this. That she'd be forced to acknowledge that she'd lived a double life her whole life. That her parents faith was not for her, knowing what the consequences were. She very well might never talk to them again. Somehow, she always thought that she could present a half-hearted commitment, and later, when she moved out, just avoidance of certain uncomfortable topics at scheduled visits, and still get to be their little girl, at least somewhat. But Leif had been right. He wasn't a pack of cigarettes to be hidden in a coat pocket in the corner of her closet. He was her man, and if they were in a serious relationship, she needed to be honest.

If she wanted to taste his kisses, and feel those guitar worn finger tips on her body, if she wanted to hear his surfer boy chuckle, and enjoy their morning debates over the paper, she knew what she had to do. It was the hardest thing she ever imagined. But if it meant she could be free to love and enjoy her beautiful, soulful man, then it was worth it.

"Baby, you don't have to do this. We can keep our dating a secret from them until we get married in the future or-"

"No! That doesn't solve the problem. There will always be something. Because if we do that, next they'll be trying to convert you into the religion. Wanting you to cut your dreadlocks. It will always be something extra that we need to do and then get saved back into the church. We are only sinners to them, unless we do what the church says. I'm telling them the truth. Big girl panties and all. Your love is big, beautiful, and true, and I don't want to hide it from no one," said Lynne.

She put the phone on speaker phone and he heard the number dialing.

"Babe, you don't-"

"Hush!" shouted Lynne right before the phone picked up.

"Hello," said her mother.

"Hey...Hey mama. Is daddy there?" asked Lynne.

"Yeah, yeah he's here baby," said her mother.

"Put him on the phone too. I've got something to say, and you both need to hear this," said Lynne.

"What, what is it baby? You sound upset. Something sounds funny in your voice," said her mother.

"No mama, I'm fine. Get daddy on,"

"Hello," called her father.

Her father already sounded irritated.

"I...I have something that I need to say. And I don't really know how to say it- but it needs to be said. I misrepresented my relationship with Leif to you. See the truth is that I love Leif," said Lynne.

"You can't love that boy, we didn't raise you that way, marrying out of The Lord,"

"Can I ever finish what I need to say with you! I do love Leif. And during these last few months, Leif has showed me the kindest love, the purest love, the truest love. He makes me feel like a grown and beautiful woman. I have been spending each day, and each night wrapped up tight in his arms. And it feels so beautiful, that it can't be a sin. You might think that it's a sin, but I'm happy. We are practically living together. And he's...he's a serious boyfriend," said Lynne.

When she started the declaration, Lynne felt like the weight of the world was closing down on her shoulders, and she felt like a frightened little girl. But now, the truth was coming out, and she felt a release wash over her. She sat up tall and proud.

She looked at her man. He sat right beside her. He put his arm around her, and she just buried her head right in his blonde armpit. She felt so safe inhaling his fragrant but manly scent.

And then, as though smelling him did not provide enough security, and make her feel even stronger, her man kissed her forehead over, and over again. If that soul nourishing love wasn't worth losing every thing she had ever known, she didn't know what was. Her father continued-

"Well Lynne, what are you thinking of calling me with this information! What am I supposed to do with this knowledge that you are giving me! I was hoping that you had kept chaste. But before there was a question in my mind. I could at least hope that you had, and now that I know that you have not been keeping chaste, well Lynne you know what I have to do with this information," said her father.

Lynne's voice wavered. She'd been hoping her father would be of the opinion, that he wouldn't volunteer any information to the church, unless the other church elders "caught her", or specifically asked her about a relationship with a man. In other words, he would know that she lived with Leif, and he wouldn't approve, but he wouldn't tell the congregation either. In that way, the door remained open for them to communicate. But, her father was letting her know, right there where his loyalty lay. With the church. He was going to tell the church that she was living immorally with a man. This gorgeous blonde angel who loved her so intensely. 

"I...daddy, you need to do whatever you need to do. I can't live a lie anymore. I just can't be two people anymore. I love Leif, and he makes me feel beautiful. And he's so beautiful inside and out, nothing about him can be a sin. You can define sin however you want in your church, but God wouldn't give me any love so strong, and so beautiful if he didn't want me to enjoy it. And maybe, maybe we'll get married and have kids someday...but in the meantime, before we do that, I...I want to spend all my nights and days with him. I'm sorry that you think it's a sin," said Lynne softly.

"I can't believe you'd throw your whole life, your family away, turn your backs on us for that boy! What has he given you, no promises...bet he gets you used up and knocked up and then he won't even be able to support you, probably toss you off...you'll be back to church one way, or another. I hope it's not the shameful way, toting his baby, alone," said her father.

Lynne was furious now. He didn't know that Leif was listening, but she didn't appreciate her father reading her man's character when he didn't know anything at all about Leif. He hadn't taken the time to get to know Leif, he had interrogated him, and now, he would accuse Leaf of being a deadbeat if she were to wind up pregnant. The nerve of her father. She might have been a five year old girl, but she remembered when he slapped her mother around and came home drunk every night, before they'd been recruited by that church. That was why the church held such power over them. But there were good people outside of that church. And Leif was a good man. She had no intentions of getting pregnant without being married. Hell, they hadn't even had full intercourse yet. But she knew, that if she got pregnant with his child, he wouldn't just abandon her, and their baby. And she relished the idea of getting married when they were a little more settled and giving Leif a tribe of biracial babies, or more realistically, one or two.

She looked up at Leif, and he looked beet red with anger.

He opened his lips as though to say something.

Lynne shook her head violently and pinched his lips together.

Lynne wanted Leif to hear this conversation so he would understand just what she was going through with her parents. But, Lynne also did not want her parents to know that Leif was eavesdropping on the conversation.

"I can't change what you might think about Leif daddy, but, one thing he won't do is toss me aside. I'm sure if I fell pregnant, we'd make a way and he'd love me and the baby. I don't think he's going to just toss me aside like that. I'm just sorry that I almost tossed him aside for...for this...for this love between us as a family that has always been so conditional. I can't even be my own person to receive your love. I feel like....I feel like nobody ever has really loved me until I set my eyes on Leif...because I can be myself around him and I just-"

"All that your mother and I have done for you? Saving, scrimping, put you in a nice house, sent you to a private all girls school, sent you away to college! To Yale nonetheless! You lay in a boy's bed having immoral relations for two months, and he makes your body feel good, and you think that's love? You've got a lot to learn about what love is about! Love is sacrifice, love is sleepless nights, it's raising your child to be God fearing. It's giving up drink and drugs and recognizing the power of the almighty, and having your whole life being used as a vessel for him," said her father.

"Daddy, I'm glad your faith has given you peace of mind. I'm glad that it makes you and Mama so happy. But, but it doesn't give me peace of mind. I'll always love God. I'm trying to find a church home that gives me peace of mind too. I'm not a total heathen. And I'll always be your little Lynne if you want me to be. But Daddy I love Leif, and he's gonna be in my life, and we're living together...and we aren't married yet, and that's....that's what's happening with me right now. But he loves me. He treats me like a princess. I don't think you'll ever find a man who loves your daughter more. You should have gotten to know him. See how much he cares. But, yeah...you do with that information whatever you have to do. I'm not running from that church anymore. It's up to you what you want to do with that information...but I love you daddy," added Lynne huskily.

"Lynne, don't hang up that phone," said her mother.

Her mom was crying...

Shit.

Most of all, Lynne hated hurting her mother. Her mother had always been a bit weak, and pulled along by her father. Just did whatever her father wanted. She realized that Lynne was feisty early on, especially on stage. And her mother had encouraged that. She'd always let Lynne put on little shows for the kids in the neighborhood, even though her father didn't approve.

And while her father approved of Piano lessons, it was her mother who'd gotten him to agree to voice lessons. Her mom had taught her all those kitchen skills, and once she'd exhausted what her mother could teach, her mother had her calling her grandma in remote New Orleans for recipes. 

Loosing her mother was what hurt the most. Far more than her overbearing father.

Her Grandmother in Louisiana would be the only family Lynne had left. Thank God her grannie had refused, year after year to be converted in the church or even accept that literature.

***

Leif realized, that his Little Lynne's world was falling apart. He didn't know how much would be involved in her confession of the seriousness of their love. 

Lynne hung up the phone while her mother was crying.

Her head was buried deep in his armpit. He felt her nuzzling in, and smelling him, like his scent made her feel connected to him. He could relate. He loved smelling Lynne the same way.

Just like he had, when he came to get the mouse, he pulled her into his lap, just like she was a small girl. And he could feel her weight, just melting into his arms. And he kissed her forehead.

"I guess there is no reason for me to doubt how serious we are anymore huh? You think they'll turn you in to the church elders?" asked Leif. His voice was husky with tears.

"No doubt about our seriousness at all. I don't know if they'll turn me in, but probably so. They think that God wants his house clean. Telling is part of keeping his house clean and so that the sinner will want to repent to the church," she said softly.

"Lynney, you didn't have to do that sweetheart. We could have kept it a secret," he added softly.

"Did you hear that conversation? I let you listen in, so that you could hear just what we are dealing with, with my parents. No...there always would have been something. When we get married, they'll want me to get involved in the church again. Then they'll want you to convert. They'll want you to cut your sexy assed dreadlocks. And then they'll want our children to be involved, and on, and on, yadda, yadda, yadda, just like the Seinfeld episode. They just don't make it possible for you to live a life that isn't wrapped up in that church. And that's not who I am anymore. It was never who I was really. But, I had to learn, I can't just live a lie because it's easier for me. If I'm saying I love you, and I do...I have to accept the consequences for what they will be in my own life, and with my family. Even if it means losing my family. Your love means that much to me. So I accept what comes. And now it's time for me to be a big girl, a grown woman. And Leif, I feel like a grown and beautiful woman in your arms, and I've never felt so beautiful before," said Lynne softly.

"You are a grown and beautiful woman. And I'm sorry I ever said otherwise. I see that now. But...but sweetie, what I just heard on the phone that was...that was some tough shit. And...and I don't want you feeling like you have to go through it alone, or keep your feelings all bottled up inside. You're my big beautiful woman, but Lynne you can be my sweet little girl as long as you need to be right now. I just want to blanket you in my love and protection. You won't miss anything...just because they want to be mean, and live in a cult, and throw you away like that. How could anyone do that to someone so lovely and beautiful. And their own daughter. I'll be your family now, I'll be your father figure, your mother, your sister, your brother, anything you need I'll give it to you in your hands," he added dotingly and he kissed her forehead over, and over again.

"Like the George Michael Song?" said Lynne chuckling through her tears.

"Hell yeah, just like that corny ass song," said Leif.

They both chuckled.

"That song isn't corny. I love the hell out of that song. But...But I'll take it Leif. And while we're at it, I'll love you with a love that complete too. It's not a one way thing. I might be losing my family, but look at all that I'm gaining with you. I've never felt anything so beautiful as lying in your arms, tucked away feeling safe like this," she murmured dreamily.

"Well...well now it's official. You never have to go anywhere else anymore baby. Welcome home," he added softly in her hair.

***

Leif had insisted on ordering Chinese. Lynne had wanted to cook for him and feed his hungry belly because he'd been deprived of her home cooking during their brief two week separation, but Leif didn't want her to. After the hell she'd just been through, she deserved some comfort food, and someone to do the cooking for her. And, he made her lay his head down in her lap while he rubbed her hair and played with her scalp. He wanted her to nap, and relax a bit, and he knew that playing with her scalp always relaxed her. Made her feel so soothed...that's what she said anyway. 

When the Chinese food came, Lynne claimed that she wasn't hungry. He suspected, she'd lost her appetite because of everything that transpired. His heart ached for her.

"Sweetie, you've gotta eat. You can't go losing that cute, sexy little round ass. Not on my watch," he said.

She chuckled. Then she sat beside him at the table.

She wasn't particularly somber at all; she was still his little sweetheart, she was just detached. Withdrawn a bit, as though the reality was seeping in. But, he could also tell she was happy to be wrapped back up in their domestic bliss. 

"I'm just not hungry Leif. You ever been through something that makes you just, Ugh, not want to eat. That's what it's like for me right now. Of course, I wasn't eating much the last few weeks anyway, because well, I couldn't eat. I missed you too much," she added.

Leif was excellent at eating with chopsticks. It was something that he'd picked up from his parents, who had spent some time in the orient learning about horticulture for their farm. 

After a while, Lynne piped up, 

"Are you sure you aren't part Asian, Scandinavian boy? Because you are eating with those chopsticks like a native Chinese," 

Leif chuckled. He still felt a proud flush of pride when she gave him teasing compliments. She was impressed by the way he handled those chopsticks. But she loved teasing him playfully. 

"I'll teach you," he said tickling her dimpled chin lovingly.

More of Lynne's food ended up on the kitchen table, than in her mouth. And they had plenty of good chuckles at this.

Because he imagined the pain she must be experiencing, hearing her sweet laughter made him feel good to the depths of his soul.

"Let me feed you. You need my help," he teased playfully.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 26



He gathered the noodles in his chopsticks, and fed her, over and over again.

He relished feeding her. The chopsticks gave him an excuse, but he wanted to baby and pamper her now. He wanted to show her so much tenderness and love now, even more than before. It all came together now. The fear, the flightiness, the poor, sweet creature. She was scared of getting hurt, and afraid of everyone's intentions because of being raised in that dogmatic church. She was just, just too angelic to be going through that hell, that torment, and that emotional abuse.

When he first saw her on stage, he knew she was a little angel, even though she acted like a naughty one. With a cute little crooked halo, when she did the naughty things in her stage acts. But he loved her little crooked halo, and had never been more smitten. Even when she was a little naughty, the sweet angel shined brightly below the surface. Now he knew why she seemed so wholesome, and good and innocent. She was. And she was his now. His sweet little Lynney. He'd always protect her. Her family couldn't be more wrong! Oh hell, he had to get her that ring soon, even if he could only afford a speck! 

After he stuffed her mouth with noodles, he said sweetly.

"You're safe now sweetheart,"

Her voice was husky and gentle and she said,

"I know. Leif...Remember when you said...that I'd know when I needed your body? My heart knows that I need your body now. I need to feel you inside me like a part of you. I'm going to take a shower, first" she added softly as an after thought.

***

Lynne simply ached with need. She wanted him inside her so badly, wanted to be one flesh with him. She wanted him to bury himself within her until she didn't know where he started and she ended. She'd wanted the physical pleasure for a while, but she could now feel the utter emotional pleasure that being one body, and having him inside her would bring to the two of them. 

She lathered the washcloth really soapy and started to wash herself softly, enjoying the feeling of the hot water lathering her body.

She stood under the hot water and squeezed her eyes shut and just let the hot water come down and cascade through her flat ironed hair, and it sprang alive with the soft curls.

She was about start shampooing her hair when she heard the door open.

"It's Leif baby. I want to wash your back baby," he added.

He peeled the curtain back of the shower.

"You're just so beautiful to me. I've missed you so much, and I couldn't stand to be away from you anymore. And then seeing what happened out there, and to know that you are that serious about us, Oh Lynney, I'm going to make you the happiest woman sweetheart. You won't regret your choice for one day, do you understand," he said huskily.

"Don't cry Leif," said Lynne. She could hear, in his voice, it sounded like tears.

"I'm not crying if you don't turn around," he murmured grabbing he cloth from her hands.

The joy that ran through her as he gently soaped up her back from the curve of her neck to her buttocks, over and over again.

She felt warm, cherished, and tingly all at the same time. 

He tenderly rinsed her back. Then he kissed her with tiny little pecks from the very edge of her neck all the way down to the lower curve of her buttocks.

"Please tell me when you are finished with the shower, so that I can dry off your lovely skin. I'm going to wait right here," he added.

She could hear the huskiness in his voice.

She washed for a few more minutes.

She stopped the water.

"I'm ready to be dried off," she added softly.

He pulled back the shower curtain, and wrapped her tenderly in his arms, drying her off with the terry cloth towel.

Lynne had never felt so cherished before.

Then he kissed her forehead.

His eyes were filled with water.

"So I know you said you were ready to be my big, grown woman tonight, but you can wait a few more days. I'm going to show you what a man does when he's serious about a woman. I...I've only known you about three months, but you are the best thing that's ever happened to me Lynne, and I know that you're such a good girl honey and...and I'm gonna wait for you, a little bit more, because I just know how you were raised, and it puts value on certain things, and I want you to know how special you are to me sweetie. And then, as soon as you know, as soon as you know how serious I am, we can make love all night long to celebrate," he added tenderly stroking the pad of her lips with gentle fingers

Lynne looked at him quizzically. He was talking in riddles, and she wasn't quite sure she understood him. She just knew that she missed their steamy sensual bond.

"But Leif, I feel, I'm so, aroused, oh baby, I missed how good we make each other feel," said Lynne.

"After all you've been through, tonight it's all about you," he added softly.

He picked her up, and carried her to the bed. He lay her gently across the sheets. He kissed, loved, and worshiped every nook and cranny of her body with his mouth. Then he teased and tickled those same nooks and crannies with his tongue until she exploded with pleasure. He felt embarrassed but he littered her sweet flesh with his tears, and she did the same with him, as he made her come again and again at the gentle insistence of his tongue.

They cuddled each other like babies, and Leif felt just as satisfied as Lynne felt when she drifted off to sleep in his arms.

He hadn't had an orgasm, but he gave her numerous physical orgasms, which had tired her out. But when he looked down at her, resting peacefully in his arms, despite having such a difficult evening, and having lost her entire family behind their love, when he saw the peace that their shared love brought his Lynne, in spite of it all, the emotional orgasm, was his.

***

How cute she was when he woke up the next morning, sitting, crouched in the corner, with his new guitar draped around her neck. She didn't know how to play yet, he was to start teaching her when they got back from California, but she loved holding his guitars and posing with them. She was damn cute in a tight little white t-shirt, wearing no bra, and these sweet little boy cut panties. He couldn't see behind her, but he knew that her yummy fat little ass cheeks were peaking out from under the underwear.

It should have been a crime for the little hottie to be holding his black guitar, making his morning wood ache. Apparently, she'd been watching him, while he was sleeping, and fiddling with his guitar. Now that he was up, she looked at him devilishly.

"This is a nice ass guitar you got. Sexy! I've never seen this one before. Can I help you polish it later," said Lynne.

Leif had taught her how to polish his guitars and oil his fretboards, because she was curious one day, when he was polishing his guitar after he'd painted her toenails and blew them dry.

"I'm not going to be polishing on that one too much more. I got it when we split babe. I need to sell it, because I need the dough. Be careful with it," he added sweetly.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I'll put it down. But you'd look so sexy holding that black thing on stage. Especially if you play toward the audience," said Lynne. She quietly sat it down into the stand.

"It is a nice guitar. She plays like a porche too. I'll play her for you a bit, but then, I'm actually gonna go out and try to sell it back to the pawnshop, which is where I got it in the first place," said Leif with a chuckle.

"Leif. I...I have a little bit of money that I have saved for a rainy day. So, I can give you some money if you need it. It'll be my gift to you, as your girlfriend. Then you don't have to pawn your guitar," she said with a bright smile, that showcased her cute little chin dimple. 

What an angel! She was so sweet, and sincere. She loved to give. But, he needed to sell that guitar because that was her engagement ring money. Still his sweet little offer made him want to ask her even more. He could hardly wait.

"No baby, I bought that thing impulsively when we split, just to make myself feel better. But something has come up, and I need the money. Something special has come up," he said kissing her forehead.

"Okay...let me know if you change your mind," she said sweetly.

He'd left later on that day to try to sell it back to the damn pawnshop. They wanted even less than he paid for it. So he had to end up selling it to the lead singer of Duce Dutchies. 

He then actually made a little more of off the guitar than he originally paid for it, because it was a nice vintage guitar made of decent wood, with classic pickups. That extra money would come in handy for Lynne's engagement ring.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 27



***

Leif had played this thing like a fiddle. He'd fooled Lynne and figured out exactly what kind of ring his little cutie wanted. It was almost too easy, because Lynne had no idea what was up his sleeve. How could she guess, that after three months he would propose. Hell, he hadn't imagined that he would, but he loved her so much he couldn't imagine life without her. And he wanted to give her his last name. He knew how his folks had felt about marriage, but the love he felt for Lynne made the reason that people got married shift into crystal clear focus.

Leif cornered Janelle alone after one of Lynne's shows. He had to let Janelle in on his plan to figure out what kind of rings that Lynne would like.

Besides, he felt like he needed to ask permission from someone who really cared about Lynne, to ask for her hand in marriage. He actually told Janelle this, he felt badly for how it had turned out with her parents, and wanted someone else's approval. He knew he wouldn't be getting it from her parents, because he was not involved in that religion. Janelle told him that she certainly had his permission to marry Lynne, and she was glad they were so happy and in love. But she also told him that she was mad with him for making her keep such a big important secret from her best friend. Leif had assured her that it would only be for a few days. 

Next, he told her that he wanted her to cook up an elaborate scheme so that the girls would go ring shopping, but Lynne wouldn't know that the ring was for her. He had Janelle and her cousin go ring shopping, and just offhandedly invite Lynne along. 

The cousin, who Lynne didn't know at all, pretended to be looking around at engagement rings, because her boyfriend was getting serious and wanted to know what her taste in rings was. This got Lynne and Janelle involved in looking at rings inadvertently. And then, Janelle teased her, and asked her, what kind of ring she'd want Leif to give her, if he asked her to marry him. 

Janelle said later that she said,

"Damn, if he wants to marry me, he could just tie a blade of grass around my finger and I'd say yes...that's some hippie shit that he would do too,"

Leif, and Janelle had laughed. But it touched him, with her sweetness. He'd do better than a blade of grass though. She'd shown Janelle a couple of picks. Janelle was even able to convince Lynne to try on the rings, just to see what they looked like. Leif couldn't believe he'd gotten that close, and gotten all that information by cooking up this scheme with Janelle, and Lynne was not the wiser.

***

Lynne loved the Mother Pearl Sushi restaurant. She was excited that Leif was taking her to this place. It was expensive, but the Sushi was wonderful. She did not want him spending so much money on her, and she'd told him that he should be saving their money, especially since he just pawned his guitar. She said he could treat her to the happy family place up the block, since they could get all you could eat sushi for like ten bucks per person.

Leif then told her that he'd never taken her any place really nice since they'd been dating, and he wanted to treat her, especially since she was going through a hard time with her family. He'd told her that he knew what he could afford to do, and to hush up, and spanked her ass a good five or six times. She liked it when he bossed her around when he was being playful. That was the only time where Leif was very assertive. His kindhearted tender ways made her swoon, but she did enjoy, when he told her to hush up and swatted her ass like she was a misbehaving little schoolgirl, in jest. When they were serious, he cared about her thoughts and feelings more than any other man she ever knew. He relished a spirited debate, or a friendly discussion with her. 

So, here she was, getting ready for their fancy date out on the town. She wanted to look beautiful to him, scrumptious. She was so ready for him to make love to her. She ached for it now. Every time they had foreplay now, and they were making out, she begged, and begged him to make love to her, and he kept saying, wait a little bit, I have something special to tell you.

She didn't know what this special thing was, but quite frankly, she was getting tired of waiting! When they'd broken up, she'd felt sick inside that she hadn't had the chance to share her body fully with him. And while she now felt that their love was growing stronger, and she'd shared the last of her deep dark secrets with him, and he knew enough that they could weather any storm, to her, it underscored how she never could tell what the future would bring. If anything happened to him or their love, and she hadn't got to feel his hot hardness throbbing inside of her, she'd never get over it.

When she sucked his dick, she imagined him stroking inside of her. When she kissed his dick, she imagined what his body would feel like fitting to her contours deep in the secret places of her vagina. When he licked her erotically and pushed his tongue in her hot femininity, sliding in as deep as he could, and tickling her with joy where he should enter her, she was flat on her back in her mind's eye, her lower lips kissing him, sucking him engulfed with the joy of him. Everything about the sexuality with him was so beautiful, the way she could be free with him, say those secret, dirty arousing words. Dick. Pussy. Words that were forbidden and made her embarrassed before, but they were beautiful, and sensual, and nasty, and natural between the two of them.

Leif's dick deep inside her aching pussy, rocking gently until they both came. Mercy! 

She could hardly stand her arousal for Leif. She made sure the door was closed. She opened and closed her lips slightly the way he liked to do when he teased her. She rubbed herself in a very slow, teasing circle. It didn't feel like his husky fingers though, not nearly as good. She sucked her own finger for lubrication and pressed it inside. She tried to curl it in a come hither motion the way Leif did, but her fingers weren't long enough to press on that sweet, spongy part inside. Oh Leif's long, gentle, husky fingers felt good, good, good on pushing on that part deep inside her. Oh she prayed that his thick dick could hit the same spot inside of her. And she prayed that he would be gentle. As horny as she was, she was still frightened by sex. It had always hurt before. It had never, ever, ever felt good for Lynne. But, Leif's fingers had felt good, and that had been painful before, so she thought it might be the same with his penis. In any case she couldn't wait to find out.

She stopped masturbating, because she didn't want to come and spoil the evening with Leif. She prayed that tonight would be the night where they would become one, in a literal and metaphorical sense. Next, she took out her huge, green, plastic rollers. Leif loved her hair curlers, and her beauty treatments. He thought it was cute to get a window into what women did while getting ready. He also told her he thought such preparations were very silly, because he thought she was the cutest when she'd just rolled out of bed or jumped out of the shower. He adored her...she'd have waited ten lifetimes to find a perfect love like his, and whatever price she paid, even her family, was worth it.

"What are you doing in there babe, I need to get ready too," he called.

"Oh hush! Go play your new ass games!" she chided.

She peeled off her robe.

She wasn't planning on wearing a bra, so she simply slipped on a pair of black and blue thong panties. The thong panties were important so that her panty line didn't show. Her dress was a black and blue tight cotton dress, and she had a plunging neckline that was sexy, yet tasteful. She thought her breasts were small, and her ass and legs were her best features, although Leif seemed to like them just fine. This dress showed off a little bit of her breasts, just a bit of the bare skin of her braless sight cleavage, with it's plunging neckline. It made her small breasts look bigger. It also gave the illusion that Leif could pull the dress roughly to one of the sides, and expose her naked breasts for his pleasure.

God, she was getting so wet dreaming of him doing these wonderfully delicious things to her, and she wondered if the choice in a thong panty was enough to hide any vaginal lubrication. 

She un-rolled her hair and pinned it up into an elaborate, and elegant chiffon. 

Finally she exited the bathroom.

Her eyes caught Leif's as she walked into the bedroom to put on just a little bit of lipstick, Lynne never fooled around with too much makeup, besides lipstick, mascara, and eye shadow. And often, she only chose one of the three. 

"You look so damn beautiful honey. I know it sounds cheesy, but you take my breath away," he added sweetly.

"That doesn't sound cheesy at all Leif, it sounds sweet, thank you," she added blushing.

He kissed her forehead.

"And you look so good you make it all damn worth it. I know the bathroom is steamed, you left me no hot water, and probably there are rollers and wrapping paper all over the sink," he teased.

She threw one of his black socks at him and giggled.

He made her laugh, just as much as he made her aroused, and hungry for him. She was a lucky woman.

***

Leif had hailed a taxi for Lynne. She was wearing these beautiful high platform shoes, and dressed to kill. Mother Pearl was a bit far away, too far to walk, but she was too damn beautiful to be sitting on some subway or bus.

He felt like the proudest man in the world when they exited the taxi, and he escorted Lynne, demurely covered up in a smart looking black wool peacoat. It was too cold outside for her to show that gorgeous plunging neckline until they were in the restaurant.

She had such knack for choosing clothes, and even a stage persona that was smoking hot but not slutty. Oh she walked that line so well his cock ached. Seeing the yummy little curves of her breasts with that plunging v-neckline, almost, but not quite enough to hint at those dusky nipples.

The tight knit fabric of the dress, and how it showcased her fabulous ass. But it was modest in length. It left a little to the imagination, which was always sexy to him. The tight little dress stopped at a three quarter length, midway between her knee and her calves. Then, she completed the look with these tall, sexy, outrageous platform shoes, which were black, with a punk rock blue heel. He liked her funky style. She dressed like anything from a hipster, to a goth chick, to an r&b diva on any given week. She was a chameleon in her closet. He enjoyed seeing her switch up the looks. It matched her eclectic stage persona. And the wonderful, quirky little lady that he knew off of the stage.

And, she was dressed in a fitting fashion to be asked the most important question of their lives. He had Lynne's coat checked. He bribed the wait staff into getting a nice table with a view of New York.

"Leif, this thing is getting expensive babe. You gave that dude fifty dollars for this table. But damn, that New York skyline is so beautiful with all those lights. At least let me tip when it's over," whispered Lynne after they were presented with menus.

"No, a man only gets a chance like this once," said Leif softly, dreamily staring at her. 

He was floating on a cloud with both happiness and nervousness, and he could hardly listen and hear what she was saying. He couldn't wait to surprise his sweetie and pop the question. 

"Leif, there are so many good Sushi restaurants in town. Now I love this one, but it's expensive as hell- I've come here a few times when I get a really lucrative gig or something. But this weekend I'm going to show you another sushi place, and no, not that happy sushi, there's another one that's really good and cheap. Hell, I think I'm going to learn to make some Nigiri rolls. You can get them a kit to make them at the international supermarket," said Lynne.

"You're so adorable when you are being a little motor mouth sometimes. I wanted to take you this restaurant, because I asked you what your favorite restaurant was, and you said this one. Now, do you want some Sake," he asked stroking her nose with his finger.

"What do you know about Sake," giggled Lynne.

"Plenty," said Leif playfully nudging her foot under the table with his dress shoe.

"Okay handsome. I see you. Leif you look very, very nice tonight. I've never seen you so dressed up and you look really, really sexy. You can't wear that on stage boy, those thirsty broads will be just all over you, even with your back to the stage," said Lynne.

He was wearing a nice blue suit, with a silk shirt, no tie, and wingtip shoes.

"I thought I should dress nicely, taking you to such a nice restaurant, and looking at how you were dressed and all that. But you know that the Duce's would never let me wear this shit on stage, even if I wanted to. This shit looks like Harry Connick Jr.," said Leif.

Lynne laughed so hard she snorted. Then she replied. 

"He wishes he looked as sexy as you do tonight," she said.

Her voice was soft, and husky and she leaned over and gave him a tender, sweet, wet peck on the lips.

"Do you know what you want," asked Leif when the waiter returned.

"I want the volcano roll, and the spicy tuna roll. I want the crabsticks too. And this thing with the mango," said Lynne.

She was damn adorable. Like a little girl at Christmas. If only she knew, it wasn't even the best part of the surprise.

"Someone likes this place. Someone is a little greedy. I don't think I need to order with all that food on the plate. You sharing Lynney," teased Leif stroking the pad of her lip.

The he pulled back a little bit because even the waiter looked disgusted. Sometimes they got carried away in their affections, in their own little world. But he loved it!

"Of course I'm sharing Leify, I wanna share everything with you tonight boy," added Lynne huskily.

He spent a few seconds staring into those pretty exotic brown eyes, contemplating her statement. She certainly would be sharing everything with him tonight. But then, he knew he had to put the next part in his surprise plot together. 

Leif pretended to go to the bathroom so Lynne wouldn't suspect anything, but he really went to see the head chef.

Then, all the wheels were in motion for his surprise.

They sipped their Sake and played footsies under the table while Lynne admired the Brooklyn skyline. Even though Lynne had lived here her whole life, she still loved to look at that skyline with wonder. He saw the wonder in her eyes. He couldn't wait to see the wonder in her eyes when she saw her surprise. Just a sweet, wonderful, beautiful woman she was.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the waiter brought out the huge, beautiful serving platter of Sushi.

"Yeah! Oh wow, this looks yummy," said Lynne.

She clapped her hands together with glee like a little girl. She had cute precious ways to him sometimes. Leif wanted to see how long it would take her to see her surprise.

"Man, I want to try the Mango ones first. It's mango and raw tuna. Supposed to be really good," she said, stuffing her mouth full of the sushi.

"The sweet and savory together is really good," she said.

She turned the platter a little bit, and quickly popped one of the spicy tuna rolls into her mouth. 

Lynne still had no clue about the surprise, and Leif started to tease her a little bit.

"You are just a greedy little sushi eating monster. You love this stuff, I've never seen you eat so fast before," he chuckled as she plopped the third roll into her mouth.

He started to simply point out her surprise to her, but then, suddenly he heard her cry out-

"Oh my God! What is that, what is that one in the middle! That doesn't look like a roll to me,"

She put her hand up to her mouth and started waving her other hand all around.

Then she was screaming behind the hand she was covering her mouth with.

Leif had prepared a lot of ways that he imagined Lynne would react to his surprise playfully in his mind, but he couldn't have even dreamed of this hyper, crazy, adorable reaction, even from Lynne.

It seemed to have also alarmed some of the other patrons who were getting up from their tables and looking around.

"Is there a mouse," asked the couple at the table next to them. Leif chuckled.

"A half carat mouse. It's an engagement ring," said Leif.

The couple chuckled, and they both started clapping.

"Oh my God, Oh my god, I can't believe it!" said Lynne.

She started crying.

Then she pushed out her chair and impulsively sat in his lap and started kissing him on his lips tenderly.

"Mmm, baby, that feels good, but you have to get up, and let me do this the right way. Sit back over there. I have to get on one knee. And you have to answer this special question. I've been planning this for almost a month," he added lovingly.

He picked up the ring, which had been sitting in the middle of the artfully decorated Sushi platter.

He got down on one knee.

"Lynne, I know it's been three short months, but you make me happier than I have ever been in my life. My life is so much richer having you in it, and I want to build a life with you, and be a family with you. I want you to know how special you are to me, and that I cherish you, and that I want to spend the rest of my life loving you, nothing to come between us, ever. Will you marry me," he asked sweetly.

"Oh Leif, I love you!" she cried and she threw her arms around his neck and chuckled with happiness.

"You are such a hardheaded little rascal," he said laughing into her pretty little hair.

"What? Why am I hard headed," said Lynne, through her laugher and tears.

"Baby, I just asked you to marry me, and you said I love you...yes or no on the marriage thing," said Leif

Lynne chuckled.

"Oh, I was nervous, I didn't mean to say I love you. I mean. That didn't come out right...I do love you but...Yes, Yes, Yes!" she said.

He got off his knee, signaled for her to get up from her chair, picked her up, and spun her around in his arms. He didn't care who saw them. He just knew that he loved her, and wanted everyone to see, the girl that he loved, the woman that he cherished, she'd said yes.

"Leif, this ring is so beautiful. It fits perfectly and everything. It's kinda funny too- I went ring shopping for Janelle's cousin, and she asked me what kind of ring would I want if I was getting engaged and I said I...hey wait a minute buster, you tricked me!" she screeched.

"I sure did. Played you like a fucking fiddle. And you had no idea. It was kinda funny watching you, dragging your arms, because you didn't want to go ring shopping with your friend's cousin, who you didn't even know. That girl is not even your friend's cousin, just some nice girl she knew from that paper who agreed to be in on the little scheme. I felt so bad for your best friend though. She really wanted to tell you...because that's the sort of thing women like to tell each other, especially two who are close like blood sisters, like you two. But I had no choice honey, I had to know just what kind of ring you wanted, and what size your little finger was. Glad she could keep a lid on it," added Leif with a smile. 

***

"Oh Leif that was beautiful baby," said Lynne in the taxi on the way home.

She had tears in her eyes.

"No, what's going to be beautiful is the rest of our lives. You're going to be my wife now," said Leif.

"Yeah. I can't wait to be Mrs. Leif Peterson," said Lynne.

"Well, we need to set a date. The time line is up to you. The wedding stuff is for women, to make women happy. I don't care a thing about the wedding, I care about all the days after the wedding. Having you with my last name, and eventually having some pretty babies with you. But I don't care what happens with the wedding. Do whatever you want. I'd marry you tomorrow in my boxer shorts and black dress socks from his evening if you'd approve," said Leif.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 27



Lynne laughed so hard she snorted.

"I think we can do a little bit better than boxers and dress socks. But I want a simple wedding. The most important thing is that we are going to be together, and married. I don't want a lot of expense and fuss. Just something small, and simple and beautiful. Maybe a justice of the peace and a small dinner afterwards," said Lynne.

"Whatever you want baby. If you want it fancy, within what we can afford, that's fine. I know girls dream about weddings their whole lives. So, within what we can afford, we can do something nice like that. If you want it simple, like the Justice of the peace idea, that's fine too," said Leif.

"It's too...It's too bad my folks probably won't come. I'll invite them anyway, but it's doubtful, because I'm marrying a man outside of the church. But I can't believe that you wanted to make it official with me, so quickly. I know we've only known each other for three months, but this is the rightest that anything has ever felt in my whole twenty-three years...I dreamed of you asking me, I just thought it would be insane for me to feel this way so soon. But truly, I've wanted to be your wife since like, the second week that I knew you," said Lynne.

"Me too baby. Me too," said Leif kissing her forehead.

"Now, was...was this the surprise that you told me to keep waiting on whenever...whenever...whenever I'd beg for you to make love to me during the past month," said Lynne, her voice taking on a husky, and erotic timber.

"Yes lovely...I....I know that things had been hard for you before...the first times you were intimate...and then I started to love you more, and more all the time, and I said, why not wait until she knows I want to be her husband, and then she can really relax and feel safe with me, you can feel safe as you give yourself over to me, that I'll cherish and protect you," said Leif, his own voice husky with passion.

"Leif that's so beautiful baby. I do feel safe with you. Safer than I've ever felt. So...so we don't have to wait no more then," said Lynne softly with a naughty grin playing at the corner of her lips.

The taxi stopped in front of their apartment.

"No baby...not anymore. Now that you know how much I cherish you, and that I want to marry you, I think it's time to see what it feels like to become one body, one soul, one spirit," he added softly.

"Oh Leif, baby I love it when you talk that soulful, hippie shit," said Lynne her voice husky with passion.

Leif chuckled.

***

Leif opened the door for her, and paid the taxi cab driver. She ran giggling up the steps to her apartment like a naughty little girl. All those flights of stairs. He caught up with her on the second flight. Then he was running behind her chuckling with happiness. He wanted to caution her not to hurt herself in those tall ass platforms, that would be all he would need, thinking he was about to get some sexual healing and she'd sprain her little ankle or something. But sometimes, he knew, he overprotected her- but it was out of love. He felt like an excited school boy, just as he imagined, she felt like an excited school girl. 

Then, once they finally made it up the stairs, she was breathing so hard, she peeled off her jacket, and he saw the view of her yummy little cleavage, the exposed little sides of her breasts, and her lovely, juicy little ass from behind.

"You seem pretty excited Lynne," he teased.

But then, he was so excited that the keys trembled in his hands, and he dropped them trying to open the door.

"You're excited too boy, don't try to act like you aren't dropping the damn keys," she said and she giggled.

Then he needed to pick them up.

After he got the keys, he got a fabulous view of her cute little rear, and he wanted to bite it. 

But he resisted the urge, opening he door and then patting her little buns, leading her inside.

It was then, that he felt the sensation of the bare fabric close to her ass.

He pushed her into the door affectionately by her rear, shut the door behind them, and then whispered in her ear,

"You were looking forward to our date so much, you aren't wearing panties Lynney," he murmured nibbling her earlobe.

"No, that's not true, I am wearing panties, it's a thong. And I didn't want my panty line to show in this dress, that's why I'm wearing the thong," she murmured with a smile.

"Mmm, you're so sweet and shy Lynney. Yeah, that's just like you to wear a little thong, because, you want your man so bad, and you want tonight to be the night, that you feel him inside you, and you didn't want to wear panties tonight....but you're too shy not to wear any panties, so you just wear thongs instead, huh cutie," he said as he nibbled her ear passionately.

She giggled, and she was blushing.

"No, stop it Leif, that tickles! I really didn't want my panty line to show," she giggled.

"Yeah right! You're so damn cute Lynne. Let's go to bed," he murmured softly.

"I'll race you," she said with a chuckle.

They ran to the bedroom. Leif ran past her, flopped on the bed, and pulled her into his lap. He loved the tender horseplay between the two of them.

"Leif, you're so beautiful...you're so beautiful I can't hardly stand it, can't hardly wait," whispered Lynne.

"I'd rather be handsome," he teased leaning down and pecking her sweet pouty mouth.

"No, you're beautiful. The inside of you is beautiful. The outside of you is beautiful, and I can't wait to feel that beautiful part of you inside of me," she murmured softly.

How he loved her!

He caressed her chin dimple, and gently suckled her lower, pouty lip, loving the flavor of her full, sensual lips between his own. He gently caressed the column of her throat with his husky finger tips, before pulling her towards him deeper to continue the kiss.

He sucked her top lip and she groaned, and when she groaned, she opened her mouth. He loved to tease her mouth with gentle kissing and sucking until she opened her mouth because she was hungry for him to explore. With her lips now open, and inviting, he gently plunged his tongue inside, swirling it all around.

The kissing was getting to him good, making his cock ache, and he opened his eyes slightly so he could see if it was arousing to her as well. He could only see the whites of her eyes, and Leif surmised that as they tenderly kissed, their tongues once again dueling for supremacy, that she was imagining the pleasure that he would give her below, with his body, the same way that the mating of his tongue with hers gave pleasure.

Her cute, shapely, round little ass was so hot in his lap, and he squeezed and rubbed it gently before beginning to furnish lavish praise on her gorgeous little breasts, or at least, the v neck cleavage that he could see in that black and blue cotton mini dress.

Her skin was so soft, and he couldn't help tracing the smooth valley of her skin between her breasts with gentle, husky fingertips.

"Oh I love how it feels when you touch me baby, you're so gentle, but I love how rough your fingertips are. It's like, mostly pleasure and just a little touch of friction,"

"Mmm, Lynney, then you'll love me inside of you sweet," he groaned.

Oh her skin was so lovely, smooth, and soft, he just had to touch it, and then he was rubbing the soft mound, the part of it that was exposed, and Lynne just groaned with pleasure.

He took that as a sign that she was enjoying his exploration, so he took it a little further, peeling back the cotton dress, where her cleavage was revealed to expose her pretty, dusky little nipple.

"You, you wanted me to kiss this pretty little nipple, otherwise you wouldn't wear such a little tempting dress. You might be shy, but you're ready aren't you sweetie," he added.

He took as much of her soft, sweet little breast as he could gently between his lips, and his cock throbbed at the loud, guttural moan she made, then the sweet, little inner city accent crying-

"Oh, Leif, baby!"

He swirled his tongue around, and around her nipple, and once it hardened gave it a few firm tugs.

After her nipple was hardened, he released it, and gently kissed it.

He released the side of her dress and it closed back over her cleavage.

He then peeled back the other breast and sucked it even more hungrily than before.

"You taste so good Lynne," he groaned huskily.

"You feel so good Leif," she murmured.

They were kissing again.

Then she got off of his lap, and stood up in the circle of his arms.

"Undress me," she whispered softly, tenderly.

And he nodded.

She looked at him with a shy grin, chin dimple and all, and raised her long arms up in the air so that he could lift the dress up over her hips, over her thighs, up over her stomach, over her breasts, and over her head as he kissed the trail he left behind.

"God, you're beautiful," he groaned.

"Does all this come down," he asked and he motioned at her hair.

She nodded, and reached behind her hair, and unpinned her delicate bun with the curls. Now her hair was soft and shoulder length. Have mercy she was so beautiful!

His cock throbbed with need looking at her standing in front of him wearing absolutely nothing but the cutest black and blue striped microfiber panties, the exact same color and striped pattern as her little dress.

"They match honey. The panties match the little dress. So cute and sexy. You're seducing me. You just won't admit it because you're shy," he teased swatting her butt.

She giggled.

"Maybe I am seducing you a little bit. Now I get to undress you too, I already know you're beautiful too," she murmured.

And it touched him, the way she copied the same motions, kissing him gently on the lips, then on the neck, and a sexy trail down his chest and stomach as she unbuttoned his shirt and lifted it over his shoulders. She wanted him to know, that she thought he was just as beautiful as he thought she was. 

It was tender. So lovely, and so tender. He'd never had tenderness like this before. It was different with Lynne. Loving her was so beautiful, it was almost spiritual. And he knew, the way he felt, when he kissed her, when she kissed him, when they were doing sweet, erotic, nasty things together, that he wanted to be this way with her, forever.

She looked up at him like an angel, kissing around his belly button.

She kissed him around his belt buckle.

"I wanted to unbuckle your belt buckle with my teeth. I thought it would be pretty hot to do if I could do it. I tried practicing but it wouldn't work," she added with a smile.

Cute, adorable hammy little Lynne. Studying like a show woman to seduce him, but too shy to show him all of her deepest, sexiest longings. How, he loved her. And how he knew she loved her, with her little planned seductions, thong panties and all.

He chuckled uproariously. 

"You're so adorable, and weird, and quirky. Doing it with your fingers is close enough," he said as she unclasped his belt buckle.

He undid his pants and they slipped down to the floor.

He stepped out of them, and now, he was standing only in his boxers, and she was standing only in her panties, and he tingled at the realization of just how few layers of clothing separated him from mating with her, from becoming one with him, so much fewer than had ever separated them before.

One of them had always been somewhat clothed prior, even if the other was naked while they explored. This was it. He'd finally get to feel that sweet little pussy that he'd been craving for since he first saw her three months ago!

Mercy! 

Still he wanted to take it slow. He'd built a nice foundation for her to feel comfortable with her newfound sexuality, and enjoy love and pleasure. He wouldn't let his greediness for her, and that sweet little body to ruin it. There would be plenty of time for greediness later. And there would also be time for her to be greedy, because he was sure that in time, she'd get even more in touch with her inner freak, with the sweet, shy little part of herself that ached to be fucked.

But she didn't know anything even about lovemaking yet.

So he needed to teach her plenty about that first.

And, to remind himself, he gently sucked her pouty little lips, and pulled her almost naked body, save her cute little panties close to his own.

"Mmmm Leify, your skin feels so good close to mine," she cried.

"Never felt something so soft, so sweet, and so kissable before as your little skin," he murmured and he pushed her down towards the bed.

When he pushed her down to the bed, she looked at him, with slightly nervous eyes. He knew her well. He recognized her nervousness, even as she grabbed onto his chest as an anchor.

"I'm not going to hurt you sweetheart," he whispered reassuringly. He tenderly sucked her top and bottom lip.

He knew as they got closer to the intercourse, she probably would start to get a little bit scared.

When he said that to her, her eyes just lit up with love.

As though she thought, he would loose patience with her, when his passion ran high. 

He kissed her forehead.

"You're so safe with me Lynney, do you understand sweetheart," he added dotingly running his fingers through her hair.

She nodded, and her eyes filled with water.

"I love being with you. I didn't know I could ever feel safe with a man," she whispered.

And what a revelation. He drank her tears as they fell silently from the corners of her eyelids.

"You can trust this man honey. I'll be your husband soon. I'm going to be patient with you. Take good care of you tonight. If you get scared, you get nervous, you decide you don't want to go all the way, you just tell me sweetness. I won't be upset, okay. We have a whole lifetime to have sex," he whispered softly.

"No, no, no I want to do it tonight!" she cried passionately.

He chuckled and then she chuckled.

He nodded.

He started kissing her again, and tracing over her breasts, and her stomach in tender circles while supporting himself on the mattress with the other hand.

She squirmed beneath him so much with eagerness, it was a struggle not to just take her, especially when she slid his hand over her soaking wet little crotch. She was soaking wet, hot and sticky.

She let out a sweet low moan when he touched her and started rocking her pelvis. He tasted her sticky sweet little treasures, fed her the flavor, and then he started licking the smooth skin between the furrow of her breasts and all around her navel in gentle circles. 

When he reached her cute little panties, he moved his head between her legs.

He bit her cute little left, and right ass check that she exposed in her little underwear.

She groaned and pulled on his dreadlocks.

"Are you trying to tell me something. You want me to kiss on your pretty little pussy," he asked sweetly.

"Oh Leif, my pussy aches!" she moaned.

He understood what it was aching for, and he lifted the crotch gently, and started sucking on it. Her sweet taste and flavor had his dick so hard he ached. He just imagined the pleasure her little pussy must be feeling right now as he gently kissed and sucked her cute little pussy lips. And he wasn't even licking her sweet little body yet

"Mmm, it's so good! I love when you kiss it so good!" she cried. She actually flexed her little belly up off the bed, and stared wriggling and gyrating toward the rhythm of his sucking. He sucked her lips and gently licked over them until he felt them swell while she turned her hips over and over again in these sexy little figure eights.

She started to squirm shamelessly on the bed now, tangling her hand in his dreadlocks, humping his face.

It was so sexy to him, to see her getting all caught up in her pleasure while he moved the cute wet thong panties out of the way with gentle fingers.

"Oh I love your mouth Leify. Oh baby, I love it so much!" she cried, and she reached between them and opened up her little pussy lips with her index and middle finger.

He loved it when he teased her and she opened up her lips, because she couldn't stand it anymore and wanted him to lick on her cute little clit and press his tongue inside her.

He licked at her clit, but soon, the panties were in their way. Lynne peeled them off quickly and flung them across the room, and he chuckled.

He pinched her cute little ass apart and lifted her high in the air, and licked erotic circles over her anus.

"Oh baby, I love it when you're so nasty," she whimpered loudly.

But she looked at him shyly and opened her little ass cheeks up down below further, and then he saw her pressing her sexy little lips together, as though trying to stifle those lusty orgasmic cries

He didn't want her stifling those cries, so he pulled her little lips apart, slowly licking and lapping at her clit like a cat sampling a saucer of milk.

Lynne groaned and bucked and strained against his tongue, filling his mouth with juices, tears of pleasure rolling out of her beautiful eyes.

Leif decided that he wanted to taste the juices as the source and started pushing his tongue gently in her pussy, tracing gentle, loving circles as deep as his tongue would go.

Lynne winded her hips like a sexy little belly dancer, cupping his head so he couldn't get away.

"Oh your tongue is so good inside me, it's warm and good, push it in me deeper Leify!" she begged.

He couldn't get it in any deeper, but he worked his tongue harder, swirling harder and harder and she lifted herself off the bed higher and higher.

He would have tried harder to get his tongue in deeper if she was too afraid of intercourse, But, if she wanted deeper, that was what his dick would be for, tonight!

"Oh I love you so much, oh you make me feel so good inside my love!" she cried.

"Ugh!" she made her satisfied orgasmic cry, and his mouth was flooded with her sweet, sweet juices and he felt her sweet little pussy muscles clutch around his tongue over, and over, and over again.

Leif was so excited now. He'd gotten her sweet little pussy so wet, so warm, with her juices, and his own saliva, because she made his mouth water. And he knew she was excited and ready, and needed the satisfaction that only his thick, throbbing dick could bring.

Now he felt that she finally understood what it meant to have an itch that fingers and tongue couldn't scratch. And that was going to make the penetration feel marvelous for Lynne.

It was Lynne who reached down to peel him out of his boxer shorts.

***

***

He pulled the boxer shorts the rest of the way off. He was just gorgeous to Lynne, all that smooth, tan skin, his thick pecks, his broad shoulders, the thick, sexy part of him that defined him, and she couldn't wait to feel him covering her again, so she pulled him closer to her by the small of his back, digging her fingernails lightly into the curve of his buttocks.

He groaned, and Lynne saw his nostrils flair. She felt a tingle rise in the pit of her belly and fan its flame down her thighs. She hadn't meant to seem so wanton, but now that she gripped him so firmly, so suddenly, his gorgeous blue eyes pierced her own.

"Oh I've been wanting you so long too sweetheart!" he panted.

He stroked her lips tenderly with his fingertips as though she was a precious painting.

He'd been patient for two months, and giving her the most pleasurable orgasms with tender lips and tongue. Oh my god, when the man licked her, she felt pleasure shooting from her stomach, all the way down to her anus, until it started to tickle so good that she exploded into waterfalls of pleasure. Wonderful waterfalls, and sometimes they happened over and over again until she had to push his head away. That was the best way she could describe what he did to her with his mouth. She craved his tongue and his fingers rubbing her pussy. Craved the orgasms with him. But now she wanted something different. She wanted him inside of her. She wanted to belong to him.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 27



He crawled into the space between her legs, and he started covering the side of her face, her neck and her ears in sweet, tender, passionate kisses. He felt so good to her she wanted to cry, it was all these feelings mixed up at the same time, of heated lust, of tender love, and deep sensual need all at the same time.

"I've been wanting you too...when you do all that freaky gentle shit to me, and then afterwards, dreaming of it all night and day I can hardly stop thinking of it," she murmured, and she was sick with her desire for him inside her now. 

She reached between their two bodies, and she gripped his love, feeling the heft of him, the thick solid heat, that promised to satisfy.

He groaned. Then he covered her mouth with a sexy kiss, and she tasted her own juices, her own passion, her own secret furrow even lower, and his flavor, his aftershave, blending into a delicious whole, the way he promised to blend their two bodies. The kiss was hot, sweet, sensual pleasure, the flavor of their bodies commingling and engulfing her senses.

She moved his dreadlocks away from his face, kissing him around his ear, and his neck, murmuring,

"I love you so much Leif. Teach me Leify,"

He lightly traced her nipple with his fingertips, and moved his hand slowly down the curve of her body, tracing in light circles.

"I love you too. I love to teach you Lynney," he whispered softly, sweetly, bringing those sweet circles, lower and lower, down over her torso, down over her belly button, down of her belly, then over her coarse, dark curls.

She was so wet for him and aching as he traced her in gentle circles. She rocked her hips. Finally she couldn't stand it anymore. She wanted the pleasure that only his girth could give her. She reached for his love again. She gripped it harder this time, hoping he would understand, and could sense that she needed him, to fill her.

He brought just the tip of his head, where he should enter her. He ran his fingers through her hair with one hand, looking at her dotingly, even as his face contorted into a grimace.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, it just feels good...I just never felt a woman's bare pussy before. Do I need a condom Lynney, I don't want you to get pregnant. At least not before you are ready," he added dotingly.

"No, no, please don't wear a condom, oh god, I want to feel your cum in me. I won't, I won't get pregnant. I can show you the empty pill pack," she whispered softly.

"I'm going to be your husband. I'm not scared of giving you a baby, I just want you to stay on track with your career plans, and plan the wedding. When you're ready, I'll be happy to get you pregnant baby. I like the idea of your belly all swollen up with my child because of my cum. But I know you aren't ready yet," he said dotingly stroking the pad of her lip with a tender thumb.

The security and love washed over her in a wave. What they shared was so beautiful. He loved her so much, he didn't even care if the act resulted in them having a seed. It was beautiful to her! Her eyes filled with tears. There wasn't any kind of secrecy, or shame there. And what was different for Lynne too, was that thinking of being the mother to his babies didn't fill her with a sense of being trapped in a life she didn't want to lead like before, it filled her with delight. Still she knew she wasn't ready to be a mother yet. But she'd taken ample precautions so that they didn't have to worry about an unplanned pregnancy.

"Leif, I, I'm not ready for us to have a baby yet, but I am ready for you to come inside me. I've wanted it for so long, for so much, I've been sick for it, and so I've been on the pill for a month, so, so I want to feel your love naked inside of me," she added softly.

He stroked his cock head softly over her vaginal lips. She moaned so loud she could tell she scared him when she saw the shock filter over his beautiful blue eyes. She couldn't help the deep seated passionate moan. Feeling his cock tease her entrance like that felt like the most tender, unfettered physically satisfying sensation she could ever imagine. Like his cock head was just made to tickle her entrance, and she couldn't imagine that anything could feel so pleasant like that, make her ache with pleasure like that, when she'd been terrified of a penis before. What used to cause her such physical pain was becoming the source of astounding pleasure, warmth, and good feelings. The loud moan was the culmination of those feelings, but seeing his worried expression, she knew she needed to reassure him. 

"You're not hurting me, it feels real good baby," she groaned softly, to reassure him, so he wouldn't stop. 

It was a delightful, delicious sensation, all that heat, all that warmth, all that slipperiness, of her tender pussy, and his cock that was leaking his precum now, made a heavenly silky feeling as she felt him start to tease her entry way with his thick, throbbing, mushroom shaped head. She made another loud groan feeling hot, silky head teasing her lower lips like gentle kisses. He was hot and hard, but the skin on his head so soft, sensual and good, and that was how he made her feel. She squirmed on the head a little bit, whimpering as she felt his head gently teasing her lips apart, gently opening them, and closing them as he pushed back gently.

She never associated the feeling of a penis with pleasure before, but the warm strains of ecstasy that he made her feel brought genuine tears to her eyes, tears of sheer joy. He drank a few of the tears that slipped from her eyelid. Oh god, he was so gentle! Just like he was with his tongue. It made her want more of him. Deeper. She felt greedy to feel that thick, pulsing warmth, but she felt much too shy to say, 'give me all of your dick, Leify.'

"Are you okay," he asked softly.

"Yeah, it's just magical," she added softly.

Leif let out a guttural groan.

"Oh yeah baby, it is magical! It's so hot, creamy and good on my dick, oh god, I never thought it would feel like this without a condom, and I'm not even pushing inside you yet," he groaned.

He scrunched his face up in the most adorable face she'd ever seen, he almost looked like he was in some type of pain.

"I'm glad it feels good baby, you feel good on me too," she whispered.

She felt him settle his heft on her.

"I won't hurt you," he said, his hot breath in her ear.

He gently rubbed her inner thighs, and she parted her legs at the knees when she sensed his intention.

"Oh you're so damn beautiful Lynne," he groaned and he gently stroked his finger tips over her aching nipple with one hand, the other hand, tangled gently in her hair.

"I won't, I won't hurt you, I'll be gentle," he reassured.

She reached between them again and grabbed his throbbing length. He felt hot, he felt solid, he felt hard, and it felt like he could soothe the hot ache that was burning to be filled, a prospect that once made her nauseated with fear now made her sick with need.

And oh, how he teased her, just like he teased her with his gentle lips and fingertips. He teased her opening tickling it with his glorious, fat, mushroom head, delighting her with the thickness.

"Oh baby, I love you tease it," she whispered.

"Oh I love to feel your juicy wetness kissing it," he groaned softly.

Oh he was teasing her, but that head felt so good just bumping, pressing up inside her tickling her entrance, but she wanted to feel him deeply within her.

She rocked her hips upwards to take him deeper inside. 

The pleasure that washed over Lynne, taking a part of his hot hardness into her aching, slippery femininity was so intense, she let out a loud, tortured moan of pleasure.

He stretched her out so full she felt her insides ready to burst, burst with sweet aching pleasure. She'd never felt such a sensation before, a full, sweet pleasurable ache, which she felt would grow into a sweet heat that would rock her to the core as he kept thrusting.

She couldn't help crinkling her face with the intensity of her pleasure.

It was only after he asked sweetly,

"Are you okay," that she realized that he thought her grimace was because she was in discomfort.

"It feels so good, I can't help making the faces," she whimpered.

He dotingly kissed her forehead, and he supported himself on one elbow. He started thrusting slowly, and she rose her hips to meet him. She loved the feel of his girth, and his heat, and she could literally feel his own dick throbbing with the pleasure of being trapped inside her loving sugar walls.

"Oh baby, nothing has ever made me feel so good! I love your tight creamy goodness so much," he panted.

Soon they were a tangle of limbs, and groaning as they moved their hips and urged one another on to ecstasy in their flight. She already thought she was feeling good with him stretching her out, but soon he adjusted his hips so that his hot hardness was giving firm, luscious pressure to that spongy spot within herself.

Then she felt gentle husky fingertips reach between their bodies, as he continued his sweet, slow rhythms and strokes, all the way in, and almost all the way out, slowly, over and over again. 

His hand traced down her belly and then into the nest of soft curls, slowly, gently just the way he'd rubbed her at the bookcase.

"Oh God, your love makes me feel so good!" she cried loudly.

Now Lynne was starting to ache, he was making her feel good, but the stimulation was not quite intense enough to come. She felt him start to neck her passionately and she pulled him deeper into her neck by his dreadlocks, feeling him kissing her so sweetly and passionately like that made her eyes fill with tears.

"Oh baby, I need you so much, you're so hot, and tight and good to me sweetheart, I won't hurt you," he moaned.

He supported himself on his elbows and tunneled into her deeper, his thick shaft searing her with the aching pleasurable heat.

"Oh God, God, I love you Leif!" she whimpered loudly.

Tears of pleasure just flowed down her face, there was nothing she could do to stop the crying.

"Oh your little pussy feels like heaven. I don't wanna hurt you sweetie," he murmured dotingly sucking and nibbling her full pouty lips.

Lynne arched her back and dug her fingernails into his buttocks, drawing him into her deeper.

"No baby, it doesn't hurt me, oh I never knew it could feel so good inside me!" she cried.

And, satisfied he wasn't hurting her, he reached between their two bodies, she felt him, just tenderly rubbing that sweet, delicious pad of flesh where her two aching lips and clitoris came together in a furrow. That tingly, achy spot that drove her wild, that spot she lingered on when she masturbated, before Leif. That spot that had never felt so good before, without him touching it, and kissing it, and licking it.

And that spot, combined with the gentle, firm strokes of his penis, on that sweet, spongy spot inside herself that just ached with joy, and feeling his hot slippery cock head burrowing deeper into her, nestling gently against her deep innards, it felt so sensual, almost in her gut, like she was filled, crammed, stuffed to the gills in his hot love, and she couldn't stand it anymore.

She felt like hot, tight, achy jelly, and her pussy muscles just started quivering around his hot shaft with pleasure.

"Mmm," she moaned loudly with a hot, animalistic lusty groan she didn't even recognize.

"Oh I love it baby, I love you baby!" she cried loudly.

The pleasurable spasms lurched through her pussy and stretched upward even into her womb, god, she even felt the orgasm in her tummy it was so glorious she scratched at his neck.

"Oh sweetie, your come makes me come! Never felt so good before!"

Then she felt the rapture of his hot sticky seed bathing the inside of her sugar walls.

She looked up at him, his face was flushed with pleasure, his soulful eyes looking at hers making the most adorable little face as he came. She stroked his face softly.

"Oh I love your hot cum Leify, give it to me baby, fill me up!" she cried.

His seed was made for her femininity, it felt so warm and good squirting into her pussy, she never wanted it to stop.

He gave her a load too, a hot, creamy, slippery load as he continued to thrust. The consistency, the thick stickiness of his come made her want to do it again, even though she felt his dick stop throbbing. He kept his dick just nestled snuggly inside of her for a whole minute, and even though they had climaxed, she just enjoyed the sensation of him filling her up full.

Then, it started to even grow a little softer inside her.

***

"I don't want to leave your body. I still can't believe it's finally happened darlin," he groaned kissing her forehead.

Nothing could have prepared him for the pleasure of sex with his little sweetheart. He thought it would feel good, because they had chemistry, and he'd grown to love her so deeply, and so passionately, but he hadn't wanted to overshoot his expectations, because he knew that she'd had horrible, painful experiences with sex before, and that it might take her a while to find her own comfort level sexually with full on intercourse. Even if it had been lousy for a little while, he would have understood, and worked with her patiently to help her learn the techniques and mechanics of sex, so they both could enjoy and feel pleasure, it was love that he felt for Lynne, pure and sheer love and he was not about to do anything to damage the sexual self esteem that he was trying to cultivate within her.

But he should have known better. He should have known how wonderful having sex with her would be. Lynne, although she was shy, and had been abused sexually before was a very passionate woman, she felt things sensually very deeply and she reveled in feeling, and giving pleasure. And he should have known from the way the little angel sucked his cock that she'd make his body feel good, good, good, when they lay together intimately.

And her hot pussy was creamy and good, she felt like hot, tight, wet, heated silk. He'd never felt such a tight, juicy little pussy before, and, then, as though that was not pleasurable enough, feeling all that wet hot heat just raw on his penis. God! He was glad she would be his wife now. That little pussy wasn't going to belong to any other man. And he didn't want anyone else ever stroking in that sweet little tunnel. She was his now!

And he leaned close to her for the taste of more of her sweet kisses, tasting like her own sweet pussy juice, and her nutty little anal flavor, his aftershave, and her own sweet kisses. He loved the hot, sloppy nasty kisses that they shared after they gave each other oral pleasure.

He wanted to clean up the mess he'd made in her sweet little pussy and share it with her, but he didn't want to overwhelm her. He'd never felt these sweet,lusty, primal, animal like feelings with anyone before. She put him in touch with the rawest passions he'd ever felt. The sex had been the sweetest pleasure he'd ever felt, but he was so careful. He'd never had such careful, tender sex before. So, he was a virgin in a sense, because he'd never made love before this evening with Lynne.

He rolled over off her body and urged her into his arms. He pulled her down towards his chest and she held both her hands next to her face in his chest like a contented little kitten.

"Mmm, that was amazing Lynne. I love you, and that sweet little body of yours so much darlin," he added kissing the top of her head.

"I love you, and your love junk down there too! That was fun," she said with a happy adorable giggle.

"Damn right that was fun. Even more fun for you than Frogger and Super Mario brothers," he teased.

She laughed and made her cute little snort.

"Damn you boy! Every moment with you is funner than that," she said with a chuckle.

"I am truly flattered. I suppose that's why you're marrying me. Because I'm funner to you than those videogame systems. I've got a joystick to give you a lot of pleasure now that you've found the secret," he cracked.

But Lynne was quiet. He looked down at her, and he noticed that her little eyes were closing.

He took some tissues from the night table.

He reached right between her thighs, and wiped the come out of her pussy as best as he could with the tissue. He didn't want her sleeping on the sticky wet spot.

As he cleaned her up gently wiping with the tissue she moaned with pleasure.

He felt so close to her to be able to clean her up like that. And just think, he came inside of her. He'd never done that before. It was so luscious to him, the feeling of her sweet, tight little naked pussy.

He just wished that he had looked and saw the come running out of her tight, wet little hole. His come, is come running out of the pussy of his wife to be. Or his pussy! But he didn't want to embarrass her.

"That feels good Leify," she murmured drowsily as he teasingly wiped her clitoris with the tissue. He hadn't needed to wipe up her clit, he was finished cleaning her, he just did it because he loved her and he knew that teasing her with the tissue would feel good to her little clit hood. 

"I'm glad, but you look sleepy as hell Lynne. Go to sleep, you've finally gotten a taste of the magic joystick and it's got you all tuckered out like a bad little girl whose stayed up to late with her toys. I'm just cleaning you up so we don't have a great big wet spot beneath us in an hour. I've never had to deal with the wet spot, but damn, have I heard,"

He loved doting on her, but a lot of times he disguised it with gruffness. He sometimes felt embarrassed by how much he loved her. The feelings he felt for her were that intense and indescribable. 

"Thanks Leify," she said her voice husky with her drowsiness.

And soon, he heard her labored, metered breathing, and he knew she was asleep.

Lynne was so satisfied, and Leif was glad. But as soon as she fell asleep, his cock started to ache again. He loved making love to her, and it felt good, but he felt the glimmer of the urge to pin her little arms to the bed and give her a good fucking. 

But he didn't want to be too aggressive and scare her. He saw that fear in her little eyes when she was standing there in her panties and he pushed her down to the bed. And he hadn't even really been rough with her, just leaned his full weight on her, so that she would lay down against the bed flat in those cute little thong panties so he could eat her.

Damn, he wished she wasn't sleeping so he could smell her sweet little pussy again. The air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking.

He groaned softly. Lynne was sated, and he was too, feeling her sweet little pussy had filled him with untold joy. But, brewing beneath the surface was the manly urge, the need, the hunger to fuck that delicious little creature while she howled below him, ensconced in primal passion.

He didn't want to hurt her. He wanted to experience the next level of the expression of their love, enjoying the hot passion and pleasure that only fucking could unleash.

He enjoyed making love with his little Lynne. It had been the most pleasurable experience of his life so far. But the primal part of him, the male part of him that reacted with animal instinct to her scent, and flavor, the nasty part of him that only she had ever ignited, the part that wanted to lick her sweet ass and sniff her pussy for hours, that part of him wanted to fuck the pretty little creature sleeping in his arms. He wouldn't be a pig, he only wanted to fuck the sweet creature occasionally. He knew that a sweet, beautiful woman like her was like a flower, and tender lovemaking was like water and rain to nourish her spirit. He knew that fucking her was like the violent oppressive heat of the sun, and while everyone enjoyed the hot sun in brief glimmers, no one wanted to bake in the sun all the time. Just an occasional, spicy little fuck. But he felt afraid, and powerless to express this to her, especially because sex had been so scary for the pretty little thing. She'd come a long way!




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And, part of him felt guilty. He never loved a woman before, but he loved Lynne so much sometimes he made himself sick with the way he doted over her. But, there was a part of him that felt like it was wrong to want to fuck the sweet little woman lying in his arms, especially with all she was going though, with her traumatic first sexual experiences, the issues with her family, and all that stuff. He felt closer to her than he'd ever felt to anyone else in three short months, even closer than he felt to his blood family! But, the need, the deep lusty need to want to throw her down on the bed and thrust into her hard doggie style, his balls slapping her little ass, that part felt like something he couldn't share with her, at least not yet.

But, he stopped dreaming of fucking her, because he didn't want his cock to get too hard again.

He stroked that luscious soft ethnic hair of hers, kissed her forehead, and thought about the enjoyment and the pleasure they just shared. No woman had ever made him feel so good. So what if he only made love to her forever! He did love Lynne after all.

He held her tight in his arms as he too, drifted off to sleep, dreaming of spending all of the days of the rest of his life with her.

*** 



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 28



***

Lynne loved the feeling of being nestled in his arms. The smell of him, and the heft of his hand on the back of her head, mashing her between his pecks, keeping her safe and secure. She'd slept so well, for like four hours, but then she awoke in the middle of the night with this warm fuzzy feeling in her stomach that fanned all the way down to her pussy.

She thought about the way he'd loved her. Oh those firm tender strokes! And the way he'd caressed her clit so gently with those husky fingertips between their bodies. How thick and amazing his dick felt stretching her out. That part of him belonged to her now. She would be his wife soon. She thought of the proposal. How sweet and lovely he'd planned everything. He just did the little things he knew would make her smile. He wanted to make her happy, treated her like a princess. That was new to her. Even though her family life was so screwed up, it hadn't scared him at all. It seemed to have made their bond even tighter, even stronger. She didn't worry about what she was losing with her family, she could only feel the beautiful love that she gained with Leif. 

He was just so sweet, and so sexy and she wanted him again. Wanted to feel that hard, warm length stretching her again, the way he stroked inside of her felt like a big gentle tickle at first, then she started to feel searing hot pleasure as his strokes got firmer. God, it was lovely! She still loved foreplay, still liked his tongue, and his fingers, could still see where her sex toys might come in handy if he had to be away from her side for a while, but his maleness, coming from being stroked lovingly on the insides by his hot meat, feeling that slippery goodness and the friction too, and the sensation of being filled up so tight she thought she might burst, now that was another yummy sensation altogether. Different than toys, kisses to her pussy, and rubbing with fingers. She still loved that stuff too, but, oh god, oh god, that part of him felt marvelous inside her. She loved Leif, but she also thought she might love his dick too. She loved it when she sucked it, but now she loved it inside of her. It gave her so much joy and pleasure.

She reached between their bodies and grabbed his soft penis. He groaned even in his sleep.

She moved his hands from off of her head and neck and started kissing down his torso.

She licked his cock and he groaned loudly. It tasted sexy. She could taste her juices and his juices and how they mingled together.

"Oh baby, what a way to wake up! I love you Lynney," cried Leif with a husky drowsy chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, I didn't mean to wake you up...I guess I did...I just can't help it...I loved it inside me so much, I can't stop thinking about it, I'm sorry," she moaned between tender kisses to his cock as it sprang alive.

"Don't ever be sorry for that sugar. Never, ever be sorry for wanting to be sexual with me. You're going to be my wife, and we should be having plenty of sex. I'm glad you like sex now sweetheart. You want to ride your husband to be," he asked sweetly stroking her hair.

Lynne had never been on top before. Her stomach swarmed with butterflies.

She giggled and said,

"I feel nervous...I don't know what to do on top," she said giggling like a schoolgirl. 

"Why are you nervous? You have a need. Wanted to wake me up. You need my loving cock inside you. Fill you up. Make you feel nice and warm, and then hot until you come, and can go back to sleep. Your little pussy must be aching badly. You needed to scratch that little itch so bad you couldn't sleep, and you woke up your man. So cute! Why don't you sit on my hips, and go on a nice ride. Besides, I'm too sleepy to be on top this time," he teased swatting her butt.

At his encouragement, she straddled him.

"It's just like...it's just like riding that mechanical bull in the bar that you like sweetheart," he added tickling her chin dimple gently.

Her stomach and the core of her ached with tingles.

"You want to get started by riding my face first? I miss your sweet juices anyway," he said with a chuckle, swatting her juicy ass.

"Oh Leify, I need, I need your dick!" she moaned.

He grabbed her hips gently, and she started sliding her slick lips over his naked cock.

Just the feeling of his ramrod hard shaft, teasing her lips, tickling her with his length.

He started to gently grind against her outer lips below her.

She moaned-

"Oh god," at the way he teased her.

She started grinding her hips too. She grimaced with pleasure, and she knew it was such an ugly face she was glad it was pitch black in the room and he couldn't see.

"Feels good doesn't it sugar. It'd feel even better if you take me inside you," he teased.

Husky fingers very gently traced her breasts. He touched her as though she was soft, precious and beautiful. So Lovely!

She couldn't help tears of pleasure. And then she wanted it, his dick, her husband's dick! Or he was almost her husband anyway. She rocked her hips slowly over his cock head.

Then that sweet, cloying pleasure of his fat, slippery head tickling her insides.

"That's, right sweetheart, that feels so good to me sweetheart," he groaned tenderly, stroking his fingers through her hair.

He made her feel so reassured. Proud and reassured as she explored with him sexually. She felt so stupid that she couldn't control her tears when they had sex! But sex had always been such a negative experience and fraught with pain, shame and confusion. Now it was beautiful, and sensual and made her feel even closer to that beautiful man that would soon be her husband. She loved him so much it all came pouring out in these hot torrid emotions. 

The tears just flowed, tears of sheer ecstasy and joy. 

But Leif never acted like he minded the tears. He stroked them gently as they fell from her eyelids.

"I love you Lynne," he moaned sweetly.

She rolled her head backwards and groaned deeply as she took more of his hot thickness into her aching core.

"Oh it's so good!" she moaned loudly.

It was good, this delightful sensation of parting the waters, and filling it with thick, hot, tickly pleasure, the feeling of awaking her insides. Hot pressure! Girth! And he wasn't even all the way inside her yet, just partially inside.

She couldn't get it in any deeper as she rocked back on her haunches.

"Use it like a toy Lynne, use my body to pleasure yourself, it's okay baby. Your man wants to be your love toy," he encouraged.

She nibbled her lips.

She leaned backwards and grabbed the part of his shaft, the part of his shaft that wasn't inside of her.

He was so thick and so beautiful. And he'd told her, use it however she wanted. She just reached down and started wriggling his dick in gentle circles inside herself, while she rocked back on her haunches, taking him deeper within herself.

"Mmm, oh baby I love how thick it is inside me," she cried.

"Now I know what my baby likes," moaned Leif.

He gently grabbed her hips. He swayed below her and made these slow, lovely figure eight circles and she leaned backwards as far as she could, as though she was riding that mechanical bull, in the bar.

Oh God, his hot, throbbing thickness teasing her in those gentle circles. He wasn't in her as deep as he had been earlier, but his head tickled over that sweet spongy spot inside of her.

She clutched and twisted the sheets in her fingertips.

"Oh no it feels too good inside me!" she screamed.

She was coming so fast she felt embarrassed! That sweet, hot ache grew into a steamy throb of sweet joy, the head of her mans cock pushing and grinding perfectly against that magical spongy spot on her insides.

The steamy throb of joy made the hot strains of pleasure fan through her core, and radiate from her head to her toes.

"Oh you make my pussy come so good Leify, I love you so much!" she cried.

Her innards just clutched, clutched, clutched with joy, her femininity, even her anus.

"Oh I've been holding it back baby! I can come now," he moaned.

He grabbed her hips gently, held her to him firmly.

He made a few very deep, yet tender thrusts into her insides. She loved the feeling of him stretching her out, it felt so intense she could almost feel him at the neck of her womb.

"Oh baby, I'm gonna give you all my hot come," groaned Leif.

Since he'd just come four hours ago, she hadn't expected that he'd be able to give her feminine insides another warm bath with his sticky come, but she felt his hot come splattering around her insides after he groaned.

"Oh your hot come feels so good inside me baby," she purred softly.

She loved the feeling of his hot, sticky semen running in her pussy. It felt so intense, warm, intimate, and pleasurable. She wished he had even more hot love juice to give her.

"Oh sweetie, I love the way you make my body feel baby," murmured Leif.

She gently released her grip on his penis, but she felt sad when she felt the little pop, indicating that he was no longer inside of her.

"I wish you could stay inside me like that, forever. I want you snug in me like that every minute," she panted, rolling off of his hips.

"I would stay in you like that forever if I could. But with men, after we come, it's hard to stay inside. But, I tell you what, we can keep doing that again and again, as much as you want so there's no need to be sad when I leave your body, even though I feel a little sad when it's over, too," he said.

Lynne yawned.

"Mmm, somebody's satisfied. You're such a cute little woman Lynne. You get all sleepy like a little girl as soon as you come. Then you sleep so good after you're pleasured. Like a little log. Come to your man baby, nighty night," said Leif, rolling onto his back, urging her into his arms. 

It took no convincing for her to crawl back into his arms and fall asleep quickly, his hands in her hair while she slept so hard on his chest, that she snored. 

***

Lynne woke up first. She got busy in the kitchen. Fixing breakfast for her beautiful man. She'd tired him out, and she felt embarrassed but delighted at the same time. And, as she was frying up omelets, mixing up biscuits, finding jelly that she'd canned from last year, she felt that sweet ache again. That fever.

The same fever she felt for him to suck her pussy, or that she got to suck his dick. She just wanted sex, she didn't care how, or when, or what he wanted to do to her, with his lips his fingers, his tongue, or that thick meaty part of him. 

She felt like a hormone addled teenager and all she could think about was lovemaking and sex. But the cooking, soon took her mind off of her lust, and she was grateful for a clearheaded time to concentrate on something that didn't involve sweet pleasurable orgasms with Leif. After she fixed breakfast, she collected the paper from the front door, squeezed him some fresh OJ and brought it all to him on a platter.

He'd just gotten up and was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"All this for me? I should be making you breakfast after you shared your lovely body with me last night sweetheart...you're so sweet Lynne" said Leif, kissing her forehead. 

"Oh come on, you shared your body with me too! And I love feeding you, and cooking for my man. And besides, you can't boil water," she teased.

They fed each other breakfast.

Lynne cleaned up the dishes.

Then she returned to the bedroom where he sat, reading the paper.

"Come back to bed. Let your husband to be teach you some more about the birds and the bees," he teased grabbing at her waist as she sat on the foot of the bed.

She chuckled.

"Not right now Leify. I wanna show Janelle the ring you gave me. You know she's right up the block right," said Lynne.

"What, now? You've got to be joking. Baby I'm hard again, I need it," he whined softly.

She wanted it again too! But she needed to surprise him and do something sweet for him. She would show Janelle the ring, but it was an excuse to get out of the house.

"Are you hard again. If you're a good boy I'll make it go down again when I get back," she teased.

"Mmm, I might punish you for misbehavior," he teased swatting her thigh with the newspaper.

"I'm not doing anything bad Leify, I just wanna show her the ring this morning, especially after all you put her through to surprise me," said Lynne.

"I understand. And I guess I can share you this morning, even though this is our first morning after making love for the very first time, and even though you fixed that fabulous breakfast and I want to put my fuel to good use," teased Leif, nibbling at her ear.

Lynne chuckled.

"If you can store your fuel, I'll make it so worth your while later. Oh Leify, I don't wanna leave you sweetheart, but it's going to be Christmas in a week, and we gotta pack to go to your mothers, and there's just some last minute girlie stuff I need to do," said Lynne.

"Oh Alright. I guess if I can't convince you to sleep in with me, I'm going to start packing, fiddle with my guitar," he said.

"You look so sad! Stop it. Last night was amazing Leif. I'm almost scared if I don't leave soon I won't get anything done today. Remember, we've got one week until we fly to California," said Lynne.

"I know baby. I'm so excited for you to meet your new family," he said lovingly.

He gently kissed the palm of her hand.

"I feel excited too. I gotta get your family some presents. I gotta get you your present. So much has been going on. But I'm so excited. It's my first real Christmas," she added brightly.

He squeezed her close. She kissed his forehead this time, and left him lying naked in the bed, looking dreamy and contented with their lovemaking.

***

She knocked on Janelle's door. Janelle was so excited to see Lynne, and wasn't even mad that it was still pretty early and she had her face mask on and hair curlers in her hair. Janelle loved to sleep late on Saturdays, much later than Lynne who was often up early and writing songs, or piddling around the house lately, cooking for Leif.

"Look!" screamed Lynne.

And Janelle took her in her arms, squeezing her like a big sister.

"That boy proposed to you in three months! That's gotta be a world record," teased Janelle.

Lynne laughed.

"You were in on it all along! You were helping me pick out my engagement ring and I didn't even know, you two are sneaky," she said giggling.

"Hey, it was all done in love. That boy loves you. You should have seen how he was looking, asking me to get in on this scheme, so he could find out your ring size, and what the kind of ring you would like. He looked like a happy little boy about to get a Lego block. He loves you, and I know you love him too. It might be quick with you two, but a lot of people wait years to find that kind of love. Hold on to it," said Janelle.

"I'm holding on tight to him now, and I'm never letting my sweet, sexy man go. But look, now I've gotta get in on something with you. It's Christmas. My first real one that I can celebrate in the open anyway. And...Leif bought this new guitar while we were split up, and I think he used that money to get my engagement ring. It was such a nice guitar. I want to get him that guitar back," said Lynne.

"Lynne what the hell girl, I'm not even up yet, I'm still in my curlers and shit," said Janelle with her arms folded.

"You know you're going to be my maid of honor. Think of it as something you have to do for the wedding," teased Lynne.

"You better fix me some damn breakfast girl. Whip something up. Toast and omelets while I get ready," 

So Lynne was cooking in the kitchen for Janelle, her second time in the kitchen that day. 

***

Four hours later, they finally got the guitar. It started off at the Pawnshop, who told them that Leif hadn't sold the guitar, but to check with the Lead Singer, who also hung around the pawn shop playing with that guitar. Lynne didn't know where he lived, so she had to sneakily go into the bar where Duce Dutchie's played and ask around to figure out where Matthew lived. 

Then, naturally Matthew did not want to sell her the guitar.

"Come on! It's for Christmas. Leif loved that guitar. He sold it so he'd have enough money to buy my engagement ring. Well I want him to have his girl, and his Axe, so I'm buying it back from you. And you know you are going to be the Best Man! Think of it as your best man duties," she said, using the same line she'd used on Janelle earlier.

He did sell her the guitar, but it cost a little more than the thousand bucks cash that she had on her, so she had to go to the ATM and get out two hundred more dollars.

Matthew seemed satisfied with the twelve hundred dollars. He handed her the guitar.

"It's a little bit less than what Leif sold it to me for. Think of it as a wedding present. Look, I'm not big on the marriage shit, but you two are a really nice couple. Leif's a lucky man, and you're a lucky lady too. Don't go screwing up your shit anymore like you two did earlier, don't tell him I said it, but he's fucking lost without you. And you, what I saw of you, was pretty sad too. Better stay together," he said with a chuckle.

After she got the guitar, they went back to Janelle's house to wrap the thing, and Janelle agreed to keep it at her home, so that her sweet, curious Leif wouldn't be nosey to see what was in the package.

***

Lynne and Leif were packing up her things to load them up for the flight to California. They still had these two apartments temporarily, but Lynne had given her thirty days notice, so as soon as they got back from California, they'd need to start moving all of Lynne's stuff into his apartment. Then it would be their apartment together. In the meantime, Leif regularly checked the classifieds, Craig's List, and the community bulletin boards, looking for a two bedroom apartment in their trendy little borough. Some place where he and Lynne could have a little more space, and have a shared second bedroom for their music and other equipment.

"Don't you have all your stuff baby, I mean, we're just going to stay for like two weeks. Baby you've got so much shit, it's like you are Beyonce packing for your world tour or some shit," he teased.

"Boy, be quiet. I'm not a man, and I need to have the right clothes for different occasions. I'm not even really a clotheshorse. If you think I'm bad, you should see some of the girls I went to high school or college with. I just want to look cute and have options, especially if I can find an open Mic night," said Lynne with a smile.

"You love the stage don't you baby? You live for it. We'll find you an open Mic cutie, and I can find you plenty of other things to do with your sweet little extra energy," he said playfully.

There were clothes strewn all over the bed, and she was carefully folding and rolling up things.

"I almost got everything in this damn suitcase. I think I'm going to have to sit on it and mash this shit down though," said Lynne wiping the sweat from her brow.

"Are you sure you have everything. I don't want you to leave anything, because I do not want to have to help you close this fucking suitcase again. I love you baby, but that's so much shit. Linda's gonna think you're moving in. Of course, she loves you so much she won't care, she might send me home and keep you there," he said with a chuckle.

"Don't be jealous Leif, with all the shit going on with my family, I need all the family I can get, even yours, Janelle's, I'll take a little piece of everyone's family," said Lynne with a chuckle. 

"Well, we're gonna stop this my family business. It's our family. I can't wait to tell Linda at the airport," said Leif.

"Okay, our family," said Lynne.

"Sit your juicy little ass on the suitcase sweetie, so I can close it" he said playfully roughhousing her by the arm.

She sat on the suitcase.




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"Let's make sure you got everything. Because I'm not opening that fucker until we get to California again. He opened the drawers.

"You got the panties you're bringing? That's the most important thing. Or maybe it's better if you don't have them," he said with a chuckle.

"Boy you are so damn nasty, we're going to be around your family. I do need panties and I've brought them, thank you very much," she teased.

"Well, actually, Linda is putting is in the guest cottage. It's more private than even this apartment in a lot of ways. Plenty of time for you to roam around me without panties on baby," he said licking his lips nastily as though he was licking her little pussy.

Lynne snorted with laughter.

"Socks and shit. Looks like you packed those. Wait, what's this pink box? Babe! I asked did you have everything and looks like you're leaving some of your hair care stuff or other girlie shit," said Leif with a sigh.

"Hey! I didn't ask you to go looking through my drawer. Put that down! I'm not taking it with me," she shouted, getting up from the suitcase and snatching the box out of his hand.

"Why are you acting so crazy about this box woman? You don't have to snatch it! I'll put it down baby. It's not a big deal, just calm down. Be cool," he said starting to put it down.

But as he started to put the box down, somehow the clasp came open, because she'd snatched the box. And about ten vibrators of different shapes and sizes and textures fell to the floor. The even had different types of little attachments.

Lynne looked mortified, but Leif felt delighted. Cute, sweet, innocent freaky little creature. He remembered one of the first nights, playing with her in her panties when she confessed that she liked to edge herself when she masturbated. And he was just picturing her doing it with those sweet little light black fingers of hers, and that had sent him into lusty orbit, determined to tantalize her with his fingers the way she pleased herself when she was alone. 

But now that he saw all these cute little buzzy looking toys, some hard plastic, and some soft jelly, he started getting an erection thinking about the cute little thing putting these things close to her clitoris and closing her eyes in ecstasy. Maybe the little cutie even invited him and his hard cock into her fantasies with these buzzy little toys. They were cute too. Women's playthings. He liked being invited into this secret world, in a way that men only were invited in a serious relationship, seeing the little things like her hair curlers and stuff. That shit was adorable! Whatever floated her little boat was good with him. She loved pleasure. His little sweetie loved pleasure, and maybe one day when she wasn't so shy, they'd be even using these little buzzy things while he fucked her brains out. 

One of them even looked like a little bunny rabbit. It was so cute to Leif! He wanted to put one of them close to her cute pussy now and watch her go into orbit but he knew she was too shy and timid for that right now. 

But, Lynne distracted him from his reverie with her startled looking little reaction.

Her eyes filled up with water.

"Leif I can explain. I haven't been in that box since we've been together!" she said softly.

She was fearful and ashamed. He could see it now. She was scared of his reaction. Oh had this woman been through some shit in her life! It was just fine with him if she had some special toys that gave her pleasure. He loved knowing that she was a sexual creature, as long as she saved some joy and need for him, and his touches, kisses, and body. 

"It's okay sweetie. I believe you. I know I've been keeping you busy. But baby, if...if I wasn't here, like I was doing jingle guitar work, or running in the park and shit, and you felt like you...you wanted to use these cute little buzzy things and warm yourself up, it would be fine with me. I don't mind if you like your toys. I know women like toys, and they make their sweet little bodies feel good. You're so shy I didn't know that you'd use them. But it's the shy ones that are so delightful, and erotic, as I'm learning from you. It's fine baby. Don't be scared," he added sweetly kissing her forehead.

"I...I didn't want you to think, I don't want you to think that I use them since we're together I mean, they don't compare to you, and I find them boring now, I'm just being honest. Nothing feels like your hot mouth down there, or that big dick of yours inside of me," she added softly.

"Hey I believe you. Those toys don't kiss you, or caress you, tell you how pretty your skin is, and they don't have passion. But they can still be fun. It's okay to have your private pleasure baby. That's how you learn how to have fun when we are together. And...when you feel less shy, and are comfortable with it, I'd like to play with you, and your favorite toy," added Leif, pulling her into the circle of his arms.

Lynne started crying.

"Damn, you make me so emotional and shit! How can, how can you be so different from anyone else I ever knew! Oh god, the things that my ex said to me, because he found my toys. He called me a dirty whore," said Lynne.

She was crying and shaking, but now Leif was shaking in anger, thinking of this bastard, even if he was an ex, calling his little woman a dirty whore for liking to have an orgasm!

"Oh baby, you are not a dirty whore, unless being called that turns you on. Just teasing you. Don't take that part seriously. Oh baby, I'm sorry you've been around so many people who just...damn it they fucking abused you. Exploring your sexuality does not make you a dirty whore. It makes you a smart and sexy woman, who knows what feels good to her, and probably can better help her man learn to please her. Masturbating is natural, and it's normal, and it's healthy. If you're not masturbating right now, because I please you enough, that's good. But if you get that itch, and you need to scratch it, and I'm not around, go ahead and scratch it sugar. Send me a text message and tell me, oh Leif, I'm so turned on, my fingers are in my panties, or my toy is in my panties. That's a text I'd love to receive. You're a sensual little creature, but you don't need to hide any of that from me. None of it! Playing with yourself is only a problem if you do it so much that you don't want to have real, loving sex with me baby. Don't worry about it. Now, do you want your toys to come with us? We'll have plenty of privacy. I bet you are so damn cute when those little toys buzz on your pussy and you are squirming with pleasure," he said, teasing her chin dimple lovingly.

"No you make my pussy squirm with pleasure. I'm not interested in taking the toys right now. They...I...I didn't know it was possible to feel with a man, the way you made me feel. I thought sex was painful, uncomfortable and boring, and the only way I could make myself feel good, was to masturbate. Now, because of your gentle fingertips, your tongue, and that luscious dick of yours, I know that isn't true anymore. And now that I know it, I've spent far too long playing with toys, and not enough time in the real world. Maybe later, maybe later on I'll want to play in the toybox again, but not right now. You're my real life toy, and so much more," said Lynne.

"Baby, that's so beautiful. You're my favorite toy too! I hope one day we can play in your toybox, together. But Let's put your toys away now. You don't have to hide this kind of stuff from me anymore okay. And you are not a filthy whore. You're a good woman sweetheart, and liking pleasure and orgasms does not make you a bad girl, or a woman. Unless you want to be called that, because you enjoy me giving you some dirty talk," he added dotingly.

She nodded her head and chuckled, and she looked at him, and she just beamed. The look she gave him filled his eyes with water. She just needed care, tender loving care, and she was going to get all the love and care he had in his heart and soul now. Little flower, she just needed tending, and care, and water, and she bloomed so bright and beautiful. Any man would be lucky to have a little creature so sweet. He was so glad she was his. He was the luckiest man in the world. 

Damn it he wanted to cry when she whispered.

"I like being your bad girl, because I'm still your good girl Leify,"

He almost felt like he needed to leave the damn room. He wanted to cry so much, thinking about her, being abused like that, taunted for having normal, healthy sexual desires. What kind of environment had she grown up around! It was a miracle that she was so sexual, and sweet, and even that she was as normal as she was. The way she came alive on stage made more sense every passing day. It was like a release for her, and a place where she felt completely safe to be a sexual, assertive, confident, and quirky little woman. Just the person she who she was deep down, but was difficult for her to express offstage. He was helping her be that woman off stage, and she was helping herself through her healings. What a marvelous thing to witness everyday. 

Of course she could be naughty and still be a good girl. He pulled her into his chest. He didn't have any words that he could say to impart the level of comfort that he wanted to, so he just whispered, rocking her in his chest.

"You're safe now Lynney. You're real safe baby. Don't have anything to hide from me...it's beautiful to be a sexual creature with your man. No more hurt for Lynney. Hurt is over. Leif's gonna protect you now sweet princess. Let's pick up your toys," he added dotingly.

He put them back in the box. And he kissed her forehead. 

"My sweet innocent. You'll always be my sweet innocent no matter how dirty, nasty, and filthy we are together," he said nodding into her hair.

She chuckled and held him tightly.

"I love being your nasty little sweetheart. I can't wait to be your wife Leify," she whispered softly.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 29



Lynne looked through her closet, looking for options to meet his parents at the airport.  Leif was lying on the bed, wearing a smug, satisfied and relaxed expression from their morning lovemaking.  He'd deliberately chosen a late flight so they had some time for some early morning lovemaking.  He mentioned that he wouldn't be able to stand going a whole day without eating her pussy and being inside of her, and Lynne was glad he'd made that option, as she was satisfied and warmed from her two orgasms like a Cheshire cat.  

Everything was all packed, they just needed to dress and shower.

Lynne let out a sleepy, sex induced yawn.

"Babe, what do you think I should wear to meet your parents," said Lynne.

"I think you should wear whatever you like.  Whatever is comfortable.  But you don't have to dress the way that you dressed when I met your own parents.  I think they will be expecting a grown, beautiful, sexy woman," said Leif with a husky chuckle.

He got up and stood beside her, and slapped her butt, which she'd clad in boy cut white panty briefs.

"I think you should just wear these little panties, they drive me wild," he added stooping to nibble her butt where her luscious ass met with her thigh.

Lynne giggled.

"Stop being so nasty.  You know I'm not going to just wear panties to the airport.  That'd be a good way to end up being detained in airport security," she cracked.

"Oh but Lynney, it'd be so fun to be locked up in jail naked with you.  The things I could do to you all day.  Just give me three square meals and I won't be complaining," teased Leif.

Now she was giggling so hard she snorted.

"But, the problem is that they won't lock us up together.   They'll put us each in a cell with a three hundred pound member of the same sex.  And you and I will both be in our panties running from some sumo wrestler ass homosexuals and lesbians," said Lynne.

Now Leif was cracking up laughing everywhere.

"Honey, wear whatever makes you comfortable.  And don't worry sweetness, they will love you.   You've got some pretty skirts and sundresses.  Gonna be some warm lovely weather in California.  Wear one of those.  They know you are a grown, sexy beautiful woman, because I've told them so.  They know you are a musician.  My parents don't judge people based on appearances.   Before I was in a metal band, I used to love my fish heads, and I often wore a pair of them until they quite literally fell apart.  Toes, tongues, and all And they never judged.  And god forbid someone would judge me for it, they would have read them the riot act, that's how my parents are.  They won't judge you, unless you show up wearing these little panties, like this because you just can't wear these sweet little panties in public, as much as I'd like for you to just throw out everything in your closet and only wear these little boy cut panties showing off your juicy little ass," he teased, tickling her crack with a gentle thumb.

Lynne decided on a pretty, black sundress with flowers on it, and a black trench coat, since it was still cold in New York.  She was unusually quiet on the flight over.  She was used to needing to impress the adults of her friends, and her ex-boyfriend, and even though she was twenty three years old, she looked at her parents as authority figures.  They definitely were not people to let her hair down around.  She was used to treating them like her church pastor.  Careful about swearing around them, nervous that they were evaluating her speech and her carriage, and using that information to determine if she was a good person or not.

She felt comfortable around her older music associates, and would let her hair down around them, act the way she usually acted.  She also felt comfortable around Janelle's mother, who treated her more like a younger girlfriend than an authority figure.  But around the older one's in her church, she'd always felt uncomfortable, and definitely as though she could not be herself.

She also worried because, although she'd talked to Linda, and knew she wasn't racist, and knew that Lynne was black, she was also keenly aware that she would probably be the only black person present this weekend.  It worried her.  She worried about fitting in with Leif's family.  If she didn't fit into his family, it might change the way he felt about her.

When she mentioned that he said,

"Don't worry about it baby.  They will love you.  If they don't love you, we'll get a quick return ticket back to New York and live our own lives.  I love you, and I plan on spending the rest of my life with you.  I want them to like you, but if they don't, I'll just be glad we live all the way in New York, and don't have to deal with that shit everyday.  Just be yourself.  Everyone around you loves you, and we only want you to be yourself," he added kissing her forehead.

She was still nervous, and he ordered her a Coke and Jack Daniels from the airline stewardess.

"There baby, this should relax you.  Sip it," he added protectively pulling her into the circle of his arms.

"It's alright sweetie.  Don't be scared.  It will go a hell of a lot better than meeting your parents, I'm certain," said Leif with a laugh.

Lynne giggled to, at the memory, even though the results of the disastrous meeting with her parents had an outcome that had been anything but funny.

She loved coke and jack and she sipped the sweet, strong liquor.  Leif was so thoughtful to get her a small drink to help her relax.  She'd pinned hair hair up in elaborate pin curls because she wanted her hair to look nice when she met his family.  He pulled her head into his chest, while he was careful not to disturb all her little pinned up curls.  He knew the time she spent on her hair, and he was always careful not to muss it when she spent extra time on it.  

The cocktail made her sleepy, she cuddled up into his arms lovingly.  People didn’t often stare at them in New York City for their interracial relationship.  But on the airplane, some people stared.  It might have been because they were cuddled up so lovingly, but Lynne surmised that the other passengers on the flight might have thought that they made an odd pair, Leif was like a tall, svelte, blonde, gorgeous hippie with dreadlocks, and although she was petite and beautiful, she knew she looked a bit like a bookworm, so they did make an odd pair from the outside glance.

But neither of them cared at all, because when they were close together, affectionately, or sensually, none of those differences mattered, and in fact, those differences added the spark.   She freely laid her head in his chest, and his chin rested on her hair, and they slept like babies, the same way they fell asleep in front of a boring movie on the couch.  He doted on her, and she doted on him.  

He relaxed her.  She fell asleep in his chest and had wonderful arousing dreams about Leif kissing and sucking her pussy.

She awoke and combed the pincurls out of her hair, while Leif watched her with fascination, and before she knew it, they were on the Los Angeles landing strip.

They got Lynne’s four of bags out of checked luggage, including her huge present for Leif.

He teased her, chided her saying-

“Why couldn’t you have bought whosever big ass present this was right from Target, or Macy’s or Bloomingdales in California?  I wouldn’t have told anyone that you gave them a last minute ass gift,” he teased.

“Because this is a special gift that you can’t get in a boxed store smart aleck.  And it’s for you.  I should take it back now.  Take it back and get some more old ass game systems and have my own Merry Christmas,” she teased saltily.  

He chuckled.

She loved the teasing and banter between the two of them.

“All these damn bags Lynne?  Like Beyonce or Diana Ross?  You’re always talking about our footprint, and making us recycle and shit, what about the carbon footprint of lugging all this shit in the air.  Plus we had to check four bags babe.   Each of these damn bags cost us fifty dollars.  You’re lucky you’re so cute, or I would have made you leave some of this shit back at the house,” he teased swatting her ass.

“It’s not a lot of bags to stay two weeks!  Besides, I can help you with the bags Leify,” she said with an impish grin.

“You know I don’t want you fiddling with these bags, and carrying heavy stuff.  That’s your man’s job. Here, grab this, should be pretty light, but it would help a lot," said Leif.  He handed her his guitar and his wheel on carry on bag to carry.

He managed to wheel all the rest of their things, by strapping the luggage together.

Lynne took ample time to tease him for taunting her earlier by swatting his cute ass, and he couldn’t swat hers back because his hands were full.

She loved swatting his round, shapely little ass.  And when she wasn't slapping it, she was pinching it, like a naughty little girl.

She'd found a motion to really slap it and she was giggling hysterically, when Leif called

“Linda,”

And Leif had found his mother at their gate, right when Lynne was in the midst of smacking Leif’s ass hard.

Lynne was embarrassed and flushed red.  She didn’t want her mother to be to think that she was overly forward with Leif.  She didn’t want to make a bad impression on the woman, despite the fact that Linda said that she knew that Lynne and Leif slept together and she would be putting them in the guest cottage.  Lynne really felt like she wanted to crawl onto the floor and die, being caught red handed giggling and smacking his tight, sexy ass.  

Without missing a beat, Linda hugged Leif tightly, and after she finished hugging Linda, she looked at Lynne and said-

"We didn't believe in spanking growing up, so we'd give Leif and his brother different tasks to reflect on their problems, and work with them that way.  But I think every now and then Leif could have used a good spanking, so keep him in line Lynne," said his mother.

Linda's teasing relieved Lynne so much.  It really broke the ice.  Lynne was so relieved she actually started hugging both Leif and his mother.

He dotingly kissed Lynne's forehead and explained to his mother,

"Lynne is really sweet and shy.  She's probably embarrassed you caught her, but she does her fair share of keeping me in line, and torturing me," said Leif in their shared embrace.

"Oh I don't believe that for a minute, you probably were enjoying your spanking just then, and I'm sure you are giving that poor girl plenty of spankings.  She's probably glad your hands are full.  The difference is, you probably deserve whatever punishment Lynne is meting out at you," said his mother with a huge laugh.

Lynne felt so relieved.  She felt like she felt around Leif, like she could be a normal person, and didn't have to hide the fact that she was attracted to Leif, as long as she wasn't behaving in an inappropriate and disrespectful way.  She felt something she only really felt with Leif, and her friends like Janelle. It was a feeling of freedom, and being allowed to be a normal, twenty-three year old woman.  She was immediately learning she could be normal around his family.  So different than the way she felt around her own family.

His mother turned to Lynne.

"Oh Leif, you are right, she is simply beautiful!  Let me look at you," said her mother taking both of her hands into her own.

Lynne really giggled and blushed.

"You told her I was beautiful.  Damn Lief, you're so sweet, but that's so much to live up to," said Lynne.

"You know you are beautiful, the way you carry on, onstage you little rascal, you should see her up there Linda.  But, as you can see, she's also shy, so I think sometimes she doesn't realize how beautiful she is, and that is also charming," said Leif.

"Come on, cut it out, she's going to get a swollen up head, bigger than your own head," teased his mother, and although Leif was much taller, she reached up and mussed his dreadlocks.

"Wow, these things are really growing Leif.  I remember when they were just little twists on top of your head.  Takes a lot of dedication," said his mother.

"Hell yes, it does, I wouldn't have the patience to grow those damn things...but, a great rock musician needs a groovy hairstyle, and that's the grooviest hairstyle in the Bay Area," said his father Garrett with a chuckle.

"Hey thanks Garrett.  I'm working hard on my hair over there in NYC, like you worked on yours in the eighties.  Garrett had ass length hair when we were growing up.  He was like a neighborhood legend when I was a little kid.  All the kids used to look at his hair and how long it was.  Then, after all those hair metal bands started growing the ass length hair, he got a traditional haircut, so he could stand out.  And probably so he could do that CEO shit for Peterson's Herbal farm, because no one trusts a guy with long hair...that's what Garrett says anyway,"

Lynne, Leif, Linda and Garret guffawed with laughter.  

It was touching to see how close they were despite the first names that they called each other.  She could see that Leif got his model like good looks from his mother.  She was a slim, petite hippie looking woman, with long blonde hair, turning grey that was done up in an elaborate French braid that hung past her buttocks.  

From his father, Lynne could see that Leif had acquired his height, and his handsome, chiseled chin.  

After the brief hugs both of his parents gave her, Lynne immediately felt accepted into their fold.  They didn’t wait around for her to feel awkward.  They immediately included her into their conversations, and their special bond.  To Lynne, it meant so much.

“Lynne you are lovely.  So you must not know everything about Mr. Blockhead over here, or you would have run in the other direction,” said his father taking her hand.

“I want to learn everything about him, so please share all that you know, everything juicy.  But he’s not a blockhead, he’s really sweet.  And he’s handsome,” said Lynne with a husky chuckle.

"Oh boy, you don't know the half on him young lady, we are giving you the book on your boyfriend.  We figured you kids would be hungry, so we're gonna go to Leif's favorite Mexican restaurant if you feel up to it.  We let your brother know you are in town Leif, and you've got a special lady friend, so your brother and his girlfriend should be set to meet us there," said his mother.

"Sounds great!" said Leif.


***

Lynne was so cute to Leif staring out of the window of his parent’s Prius.  She was taking in the view of the LA strip, because she’d never been to California before.  She was quiet, and there was an adorable childlike wonder in her eyes as she took in the Palm Trees, the wide boulevards, and the relaxed yet big city feel of LA.

In the Mexican restaurant, everyone ordered.  His father piped up and said

“Get whatever you two want. Since you’re out of town New Yorkers I’m treating,”

When the waitress came, they all ordered.  Leif’s father asked her casually if she drank.

“Yeah, I like to have a drink every now and then,” said Lynne demurely.

Leif stifled a chuckle, then teased gently.

“Oh does she ever.  You gotta watch my Lynney, she’s a little lush,” said Leif with a tease.

Leif couldn’t wait.  This was a prank that his father played on unsuspecting visitors of the family who were new to this restaurant.  But, he knew the kind of fun woman Lynne was deep down, and she’d be able to take the joke.

He rubbed his hands together under the table.

“We’ll have a round of margaritas for everyone, except the young lady in the black sundress, she wants a megarita,” said his father.

“What’s a megarita?” asked Lynne.

She had that adorable doe in headlights stare that Leif loved, the same stare she gave him when he first stuck out his hand to meet her backstage.

“You’ll see soon enough sweetheart,” said Leif.

They all giggled, except his little Lynne who wasn’t in on the joke.  

“Oh Poor Lynne, why don’t you at least wait a day before you start teasing that girl,” said Linda.

The waitress brought out the drinks, all the margaritas were reasonably sized, except Lynne’s which came in an enormous glass.

“What the hell?  That’s a megarita alright,” said Lynne with a giggle.

“So the deal is Lynne, if you can finish that, everyone can eat free,” said Leif’s father pointing on the menu.

“Well I’m going to do my best effort Mr. Peterson, but I can’t promise you that you will not be paying that tab.  I could take a bath in the tub with the amount of liquor that is in this glass,” said Lynne.

But Lynne sipped the liquor, and she was a really good sport.  She sipped the liquor and started making a dent in the glass. A mariachi band came by, singing from table to table.

Lynne, a little bit tipsy asked to hold the maracas, and she sang along as best she could when they were singing Mexican cantos.  His family clapped and urged her on.  

Then Lynne had the crazy idea to get the band to sing Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville.  

“You little ham.  The girl is a human jukebox.  She knows the words to every damn song in the world,” teased Leif.

But how he loved Lynne.  She was so engaging, and fun, and she won the hearts of people wherever she went with her crazy, impetuous, fun antics, and that gorgeous voice.  

Only two of the members knew how to play the song, but she sang along with the two who knew the song, while the rest of them learned the tune.  Then Lynne, ever the ham, got up from the table to sing along with them.

Even Leif was surprised though, when the band thought she was so good, they asked her to sing at a few of the other tables.  So she did, and pretty soon the patrons were all clapping. His mother and father watched Lynne, and they were enthralled.

His mother said-

“She’s really good.  Just a natural.  No fear, and such charisma!  She’s like a professional show woman.  And that voice!  Look at her go!  She’s so precious and adorable Leif,” said his mother.

“Oh it’s the alcohol.  Tell that girl to get back over here and finish that drink so I don’t have to pay the check!” teased his father.  

“Oh quit moaning Garret.  She is amazing, Linda.  She comes alive when she’s singing.  She’s like a whole other woman.  But I’m starting to see that fun little woman off the stage too.  She’s a great girl.  I’m glad you love her.  She was so easy to fall in love with, so easy, and wonderful,” said Leif.  He was smiling proudly.

After she sang Margaritaville at a few tables, she returned to their table.  Lynne looked a little embarrassed.

“I’m sorry about that ya’ll, I just got caught up in the feeling…and in that damn Margarita that Mr. Peterson dumped on me.  That drink is huge, and I am not at all responsible for my behavior…I’m not normally that crazy,” said Lynne with a laugh.  

“Hell yeah you are normally that crazy, when we first met, she pulled me right up there on a Karaoke stage.  Anytime singing is involved, Lynne is out there with both guns like a little ham,” said Leif with a huge chuckle. 

“Don’t be embarrassed. We enjoyed the show, and I think the other customers did too.  That Mariachi band probably will ask you to come back, and be in the band, I bet they wish they could anyway.  You should feel free around us the same way that you feel when you sing.  And you’ll enjoy your time with us so much more,” said his mother.

The conversation between them flowed freely during dinner, after the ice was broken with the liquor, and Lynne’s impromptu performance with the mariachi band.  They liked Lynne a lot, Leif could tell.  They asked her about New York.  They marveled at her accent, just like he did, because they were so far away from Brooklyn and did not get to hear a real New York accent all the time.  They asked her about her singing, and talked about her going to Yale.  Then they asked her what she loved the most about Leif.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 29



“Might sound corny, but he’s just beautiful.  He’s beautiful inside and out.  I just don’t know any other way to describe your son, but it’s like sunshine and sweetness follow whenever he is around.  He’s just a bright spirit, and he’s very sweet and demonstrative with his love and his kindness.  And I’m so lucky to be something that he loves.  Oh and he’s funny.  And he’s smart too.  He’s bringing me out of my shell.  See I’m like so shy offstage, and in life, and he’s shy onstage but not in life.  We’re like a perfect blend.  A dynamic duo,” she added softly.

“Leif does have a very gentle heart and spirit.  He always did.  He used to hate running pests off the farm, because he thought they were all god's creatures.   He’d get beat up for protecting other children at school from bullies.  He’d be helping those other children and the bullies would turn on him.  He is a very sweet and gentle person.  But he also used to be in the neighborhood of a mess when it came to girls. I guess we encouraged that by telling him to take his time before settling down.  We wanted him to learn from our own mistakes, because we were too quick to settle down.  But we made quite some lemonade out of our lemons as a couple.  Anyway, you probably have been able to get Leif to change his ways, because he can see the sweetness in you,” concluded his mother.

Leif took Lynne’s hand.  

“Now would be the perfect time for me to tell you all that I asked Lynne to marry me a few days ago.  I know it might seem soon, but I just knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, and be a family with her in a permanent and lasting way.  Give her my last name, and eventually, maybe a kid or two.  And she feels, she feels the same” said Leif.

And he was beaming.  He could tell that his mother and father loved Lynne, and he knew the revelation was coming at the perfect moment.

He looked at her dotingly and he kissed her forehead dotingly full on in front of his family.  Lynne glowed with his love and affection.  He could just literally see her bathing and glowing in his affection and love, and then she looked at him with doting and lovesick eyes.  They couldn’t stop themselves, neither of them could, even though they were both aware that they were sickeningly sweet to those around them.  

“Yeah, we thought you might think it was soon, but we just know.  I mean, you can’t put an arbitrary time limit on feelings like that, like oh, it’s to soon, we just met a short while ago.  It didn’t take me that long to figure it out at all.  I know I want to be his wife, I can’t wait to be his wife, and for him to be my husband.   I want to be with him, and take care of him for the rest of our lives,” said Lynne softly.

“Hey, you two are adults.  If you want to get married, go ahead.  You have no one else to answer to but yourselves.  Marriage can be cool, I’m happy for you two,” said his father.

Leif was worried most about his mother’s reaction, whom encouraged he and his brother to remember to explore the world around them since they were young, and not rush into marriage.  She encouraged this because she'd gotten pregnant when she was nineteen years old.  She was playing cello in a college symphony at the University of California, and in school on a full scholarship.  When she found out she was pregnant with Lyle, she decided to keep the baby, and she, and his father had moved in together.  But it meant that she had to quit music, and his father had to stop going to University for graphic design as well.  They spent a large part of Leif's childhood living in a trailer park, and going to night school.  For leisure and pleasure, they started growing a garden, and they liked it so much, that was where the idea for Peterson Herbal farm was born.  So, his mother had his strong reasons for teaching her sons early about the use of Condoms, and enjoying their lives, and not settling down with any one woman too early. 

“I can tell you two care a lot about each other and are smitten.  Just make sure that you approach the marriage business with both eyes open.  Know that it will not be picnics and roses all the time, even though it might seem that way right now, and it’s about more than just the wedding, and you all should be fine.  I think it’s great, you seem like a lovely woman for Leif, and I hope we raised him right enough so he’ll be a good husband to you,” said his mother.

“I have no doubts that he will be a great husband.  Now I hope you all still love me as a daughter when I tell you that I’m a little tipsy and I have to eighty-six the rest of this damn margarita, no way in hell I can finish that.  Oh Mr. Peterson I just won’t get dessert if it makes the check better,” said Lynne, covering up her heartburn from the Mexican food and the margarita behind her hand.

Everyone around the table laughed.

Leif thought she was funny and adorable, and had passed the playful family fit in test with flying colors.

“That’s Garrett to you.  In fact, if you’d prefer you can call me Dad,” said Leif’s father.

“What, I don’t even call you dad!” said Leif.

“That was to teach you that you need to be your own authority figure while we were raising you.  But Lynne here, she’s already grown, and already raised.  We hope she’s learned to be her own authority figure.  She will with you around anyway,” teased his father.

They lingered over dessert, which Lynne passed on because she was full.  Then Leif’s parents took them back to the Peterson Herbal farm ranch.


***

The Peterson herbal farm was just a beautiful place.  It was located outside of LA down a long and winding path of dusty roads, and there was nothing but trees for miles around.  The only time Lynne had seen some place similar was when she went to visit her grandmother down in the Louisiana Creole country.  She was thankful that, although it seemed that she was losing her parents due to leaving their faith, she would not be losing her dear, sweet grandmother.  Her grandmother didn't want anything at all to do with her parents religion.  While she was thankful that the religion had improved her son's behavior, and the marriage of her parents, her Grandmother had a strong, rooted faith in her own Christian religion, and she also dabbled a little bit in the black arts due to her creole ancestry.  She loved being on the Bayou with her Grannie, but even the Bayou hadn't been as remote as the Peterson herbal farm.

She'd learned that sometimes Leif's family offered tours of the property to tourists.  But they wouldn't be having any tours during the two weeks that he and Lynne were staying.  

There was a barn on the property, a small little woodshed where they kept their Jellies and Jams.  There was a nice little cottage which Lynne would soon learn was the guest house, and it had an attached outdoor shower with a little bench where the Peterson's could clean up after their farm chores.  There were peach trees, orange groves, little fields with cucumber patches, strawberries and other delights.  

"Oh my, I love fresh fruit, and fresh veggies.  I stay at the farmer's market in Brooklyn.  I hope you let me taste some of the stuff that's in the garden.  And show me some garden tips.  I tried to grow some grape tomatoes last year, but they weren't as ripe as they could have been," said Lynne.

"Of course sweetie, that's why you're here.  I can always use some helping hands," said his mother.

Linda led them to the guest cottage, stocked them up with towels, washcloths, bed sheets, linens, and anything else she could think of to make the two of them comfortable.

"So I know you two are engaged and lovey dovey, so if you want to hide in this cottage for hours, no one will notice you're missing," said his mother.

And she turned, and left them to the cottage.

Once they were alone Leif said,

"How do you like your new family?  They love you!  You lose one family, and I'm sorry about that, but I share everything with you, and today, you got a mom, a dad, and a big headed assed brother, and his crazy girlfriend out of the deal!  Nice work for three months dating huh," he teased.

"They are really great Leif.  I'm relieved.  I really am.  I...I can honestly say that this is the first time I've ever really been myself around people who are supposed to be family really.  I only ever could be myself around friends in high school and college.  I mean, I'm sure that there's more levels to get to relax around each other but, I could get used to this.  No one jumps if I curse.  Drink a little too much.  Want to play and tease.  Spank your naughty little ass.  And they like me...to be myself...just like you do," she added softly.

And she looked over at her beautiful man, and she couldn't help but kiss him.  And hold him tight.  She might be teaching him about romantic love, because he shied away from that before, but he was very adept at teaching her about other layers of love, sexual love, and familial love.  And through Leif's family, it seemed that she'd learn the lesson of true familial love that wasn't conditional and based on her adherence to religious cult tradition.

"Cuddle me Leif?" she asked sweetly.

"Of course baby," said Leif softly.

They took off all their clothes, and they cuddled naked in the middle of the bed like babies.  She loved the feeling of his warm hard body close to her own, and the way he cuddled her, the way he caressed her, the way he gently rubbed her skin, in a tender way, Leif understood how to hold her with tenderness and kindness as well as erotically, whispered all the messages of love that they needed to say.  The warmth through his touches glowed through her in the most tender way.   The feeling of safety, of security, and of love.  Lynne could never have imagined that she'd be feeling such a peaceful, beautiful feeling, even a few months ago.

They didn't say anything.  No vocalization was necessary, just felt a shared, tender peace wash over them as he kissed her forehead and cuddled her close.

Then they fell into a much needed nap, Lynne's naked skin to Leif's naked skin filling the two of them with tender love, and a blanket of security.

When they awoke from their nap, they were spooning.

"Oh Lynne, your skin is so soft, and you feel so good in my arms.  I'm sorry I'm hard baby, I don't meant to ruin such a sweet, affectionate moment," he whispered in her ear. 

Lynne felt his thick, proud erection poking into right buttock.

"Now why should you be sorry for that, the sexual feelings between us are a part of that tender love Leif.  You cuddled me innocently for so long before we napped.  Now we rested, cuddled each other like babies, and now that you've awoken, my body feels good to you in a sexual way.  I think that's very sexy and sweet…I want to fulfill all your needs.  The sweet ones like before, when we cuddle, and now, the sexy ones," she added softly, huskily.

"Well, I think you are very sexy and sweet, and I have a need that needs fulfilling.  The need to make you feel good," he murmured.  He necked her tenderly.

He caressed her gently with his fingers, then with his tongue, making her body tingle.

"Oh Leif, you're so gentle and good!" she cried passionately.

Once her body was tingly and wet, and she moaned for him, actually begged for him to enter her, he eased inside her gently and slowly while they lay on their sides, their hot, naked bodies being cooled by the ceiling fan spinning above their bed.

It was magical to Lynne the way he teased her with his fat, luscious dick head.  She was already lubricated from the delicious way he teased and tickled her clitoris and vulva with a loving tongue.

"Baby, I want to taste your love cream," she groaned huskily.  

And, she'd wanted to suck his cock, to give him pleasure, the way she felt pleasure when he tasted her earlier, but he wouldn't let her.

"Not now baby, I want to come inside your luscious body, I love the way it feels to pump my seed in you,"

And he was gentle as he teased her entrance with his cock head.

So sweet.

So tender.  The gentle way he'd ease his dick in, just a little bit, and then retreat and then just a little bit more again and then retreat made her feel tingly, hot, and achy for his love.  And the gentle way he used his penis made her want to feel it within her, and once it was within her, made her want to crave the feeling of him being nestled almost clear up to the neck of her womb.  

She just felt her pussy start to melt, and ache, and hungrily suck more and more of his head in each time he teased and pushed in and relented until his girth and pressure was nestled in her deep.

And he was nibbling and kissing at the nape of her neck, and she was crying onto the sheets, crying that anything could make not just her body want to shiver with the orgasm, but her soul felt good too. Crying that she loved him.  And he was groaning that he loved her too, and she was his perfect sweetness, and his perfect pleasure.  

So her body felt the pleasure of her intense orgasm.  

She cried out loudly that she loved him while her thighs quaked with joy and felt the luscious squeezing around his dick.

Then the sensation of being bathed with warm semen deep inside her steamy pussy, just having her insides invaded with that hot sticky cum.  While lying on her side she felt it run out of her vagina and onto her thighs.  It filled her with this warm, lovesick feeling, she loved him leaving his love deposits and his semen in her mouth, and between her legs, and wherever else the beautiful man wanted to leave it, seemed alright with her.

He held her for a few minutes, then whispered-

"Let me clean you up," 

And he got a warm wash cloth from the bathroom, and wet it and returned to bathe her between her legs, then used the same cloth on his own body.

Then he kissed her forehead and they lay for a long time, just cuddling, again enjoying the silence as two contented lovers lay peacefully and soaking in the presence of each other.  

But she also felt the tremor of an emotional orgasm deep in her soul with Leif.  This all consuming, rapturous emotional pleasure when they were sharing their world with each other, no holds barred.  

Lynne truly felt that he wanted to share everything with her, without reserve.  His heart, his love, his body, and yes, even his family.

That fast, it was like their family and he would share everything with her.  There was no finer feeling on earth to Lynne than the tender love that she and Leif shared, resulting in gaining a wonderful family.  And, in the years to come, it would make her feel wonderful about starting a beautiful family of their own.



***

Leif's desire for Lynne increased having her around his family.  He was ever the more convinced that she was his soulmate and meant to be with him.  She'd fixed her famous gumbo for the family, and they all loved it.  They wanted to know what other recipes she knew.  They asked her about Creole culture, but Lynne confessed that she didn't know a lot about that.  Her grandmother would be the person to ask, she just liked the food, and traded recipes with her grandmother.  

Once again Leif licked the bowl, and once again Lynne teased him for how disgusting and nasty his behavior was.

"Ewww! That's so disgusting and gross when you lick the bowl like that baby, I told you before, there's plenty of soup and I don't mind fixing you another bowl," she teased snatching the bowl.  

Leif stuck out his tongue towards Lynne's mouth, as though he wanted to lick it like the soup bowl, and she turned away, giggling and shaking her head.

"Don't lick my face, Damn gross, just like a little boy," she chided Lynne playfully, but Leif could tell that she liked his playful teasing.  He liked to playfully get under her skin.

Everyone chuckled, as Lynne hopped from his lap, and collected first his soup bowl, and then the bowls of everyone.  She was a polite little sweetheart who liked to take care of those around her.

Still, his mom had insisted on washing the dishes, chasing Lynne away from the kitchen.  Lynne was just a sweetheart, loving to help, and take care of others, and he adored that about her.

Meanwhile, Leif teased Lynne saying,

"You already know I like cleaning my plate.  I cleaned my plate thoroughly the first time you served it to me.  I licked the bowl so hard you had to take it away.  You already know that I liked cleaning my plate, and you didn't complain about the lickings I gave to you afterwards...I always clean my plates baby girl," he said with a husky chuckle, swatting her ass as she pulled out the chair beside him.

Leif and his brother laughed a naughty laugh and elbowed each other.  

Lynne was simply mortified.  She blushed a hard shade of pink with that sweet pale black skin.  He didn't meant to embarrass her, but he couldn't help teasing her sensually, his warm sexual attraction to her didn't lessen because he was around his family.  The fact that she fit in so well with his family made her even sexier to him.  

"Leif, don't embarrass me like that in front of your parents!  You must be crazy boy!" she said sharply, with her hand on her hip, giving him a meaningful glance.

"I told you to clean your plate Leif, and keep your woman happy when we talked about the birds, and the bees, so that's good.  It's a lesson I learned from cleaning your mom's plate," said Garrette.

Although Lynne was mortified before, now she was laughing, she laughed so hard she snorted.  His mother was laughing into the kitchen sink, and Leif was now the one who was mortified.

"That's so fucking gross Garrett!" shouted Leif. 

"Hey, what makes you think I want to hear what you are doing with Lynne's plate over there...you embarrassed her, but we're all adults here.  One good turn deserves another...always a good idea to clear the wife's plate," said his father.

Then everyone was laughing.



***

Later, downstairs in the basement, smoking a little grass, and sipping beers with Lynne, along with his brother Lyle, and Lyle’s girlfriend Martha, felt like the most natural thing in the world.  Leif felt like he'd known Lynne his whole life, but yet, he held that deep, soul infusing sensual attraction to her, that made him crave her with lust, and adore her with tenderness.  

Lynne was beating the pants off of him at old assed games.  Even with the California weed, which was a little bit stronger he was sure than what she was used to, she was easily beating all the worlds of the classic Super Mario brothers.

His brother took note too.

"See, that's how you do it Leif.  This girl knows her old assed games," teased his brother.

"For real.  And you really had to be able to play then.  No saved game states, like Leify loves on the playstation.  He’s always saving something so he never learns to beat a boss, or a level, more than once," said Lynne.

"You're such an adorable, sexy little nerd.  But you and Lyle need to graduate out of the fucking stone ages.  The game might be good, but those graphics are so fucking terrible on the big screen," said Leif.

"That's classic gameplay boy.  You don't know jack about video games, all you know is new assed games," she teased.

"He sure doesn't know about the old school stuff, and she's kicking your fucking ass bro.  Plus, I'm sure she's probably beating you at some of your damn new assed games," teased his brother.

Leif was getting a little warm and playfully angry at the teasing, and so he reached over and tickled the soft skin between Lynne's neck and shoulder blades.

"Stop it.  You're fucking cheating," she said giggling and squirming on the couch.

He wanted to fuck something alright.  He was intoxicated with her.  Didn't really matter where he was, he was starting to get a partial boner watching her giggle and squirm, but he stifled it down, fought the urge, forcing his growing hard on to get soft again.  He wished they were alone.  He was still dreaming of turning her over on the couch, on her hands and knees and giving her a good, pleasurable fucking.  He would take care of her, and make sure she received her pleasure too, even if he was a little rough, but he craved fucking the pretty little creature so much it made him feel sick sometimes.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 29



Even when they made love during the afternoon, he was dreaming of it, turning her over, pinning her roughly to the mattress, and doing whatever he wanted to her, as long as he needed to until they both felt the ecstasy.  But he felt powerless to tell the lovely thing that he wanted to fuck her occasionally.  Not all the time.  Just sometimes.  Only sometimes.  

He also felt like she'd had such a terrible past, he shouldn't even try to broach his lusty craving with Lynne.  He needed to slow down, and savor, and enjoy making love with her, and maybe one day he could have the wild sex with her that he fantasized about.  He couldn't even imagine what fucking her would feel like.  He'd never felt so much pleasure as he felt when he was intimate with Lynne, when they made sweet love and shared their bodies.  Making tender love to her was like a drug.  He'd never knew what it meant to make love, before, he thought he did but he hadn't and making love with her felt good, good, good!  So he couldn't even imagine just being primal, and raw with her, and fucking her so good, he knew his body would just be throbbing all over with joy, and pleasure. 

Damn he wanted to fuck her so good!

"I'm not fucking cheating.  Too bad if you can't handle a little neck tickling.  Supposed to be so good, look at you, showing off, you're so baked, but you still do all the little cheats and stuff.  Should be able to handle this too," he said tickling her feet between her soles and the ball of her toes.

She started to giggle.

"Shit, that shit tickles," she squealed trying to move her feet away.

Now Lyle, and his girlfriend Martha were laughing too, because Lynne had a goofy, contagious little laugh with that comical snort.  

"I can't breathe!" she cried.

She lost her life on the game.

His brother started humming the classic Mario theme for when someone lost a life, since Lynne had just lost her life on screen.  Then Lyle quipped,

"Shit man, it's toast for you.  Too bad the man you are about to marry is such a big fucking cheater.  I would see about that Lynne.  Leif has always been a big fucking cheater.  And you see how he bullied you.  I wouldn't stand for it.  I would not," 

Lynne sat in Leif's lap and started playfully pushing and punching at his chest.

"You little hellcat, stop listening to my brother.  If this is supposed to be making me angry, it's turning me on.  I like you fighting me you little cutie.  Why don't you bite me too while you're at it," said Leif with a bemused chuckle.

Lynne looked angry and exasperated, and leaned in to pinch his nipple.

"Ow, Okay, I get it baby, that shit hurts, come on baby, play nice," chuckled Leif.

"I tell you what, Leif likes to bully because he's taller than his big brother.  But his armpits are ticklish.  So never say your future brother never helped you," said his brother.

Lynne's eyes glimmered with delight, and before Leif got a chance to stop her by mashing his arms tight, she was leaning close to him, and tickling him under both pits.

And he couldn't help it.  He chuckled so hard he was pink.

"Okay, Okay, stop it Lynney, I won't...I'm sorry I messed you up on the level.  Come on...don't be like this woman!" he shouted with laughter.  

"Come on please, don't be like this woman!  You sound like a woman to me," teased Lynne, mimicking his high pitched laugher.  

His brother howled with laughter.

"I sound like a woman!  I'll show you how you sound like a woman," he moaned shielding himself from the tickling.

He turned Lynne over on his lap and started spanking her.   He was turned on and they were both giggling at the same time.  He wondered if Lynne was a little turned on.  She acted turned on whenever he wrestled with her when they were alone.

“Tell me you’re a naughty little girl Lynney, and Leify will stop,” he said, spanking her ass.

"Okay, okay, I'm a naughty little girl!  I'll stop now, truce, truce," she moaned trying to shield her little ass from his spankings.

"That shit is so wrong bro.  I should hold you down so she can spank your ass.  Totally wrong.  Lynne just remember pits, it gets him every time," said his brother.

Lyle reached over trying to get Leif under the armpits.

It broke his hold on Lynne.

Then both Lyle and Martha wrestled Leif and held him down.  And Lynne was laughing and spanking him and tickling his pits.

He had an erection because of rough housing with Lynne and he was glad Lynne had him pinned to the couch, so his brother, and Martha didn’t see.  They would have laughed at him for sure, and called him gross.  

His brother and Martha released Leif from their hold, now that Lynne had pinned him down, so only Lynne was sitting on his back, his hands helplessly behind his head. 

She had both his hands behind his back now pinned with one hand.  The other hand she used to continue to tickle his pits and now Leif screamed with laughter.

"Who is the girl now?  Who is the cheater at the old assed video games?"

Then she started to spank his ass.

"Cute, round, sexy little ass!  You're my bitch now boy!  Who's a girl!" teased Lynne.

At the you're my bitch now comment, they all collapsed with laughter

"Oh shit Lynne!  Stop, stop!  I'm your bitch, I'm your bitch, and I’m a cheater at the old assed videogames.  Can I have my dignity back," he crowed between laughter.

"Maybe...Maybe I’ll let you have some dignity back.  it's getting to easy and not fun anymore," cried Lynne with more laughter, getting off of his back.

The four of them were howling with laughter.  Seeing her like this with his closest family, he came to appreciate just how lovely, fun, witty and spunky Lynne was, and how wonderfully she fit in with his family, along with just how much he loved her with a deep and lasting love.

No matter what the future held, he knew that marrying the lovely woman would be the best decision of his life.

But now, he needed to be alone with her, to unleash some of the arousal that wrestling her had caused him, in private.  He gathered himself together, and willed his erection to go down.

“Lynney, aren’t you a little bit tired out from all your violent ways,” asked Leif.

“Oh come on, you just want to bone her again,” said his brother with a laugh.

“You two crazy kids go on some place.  Maybe I can catch some action with the old lady,” said his brother, mimicking the greasy speech of hipsters from the 1950’s.

***

His family was fun, but Lynne was happy to be alone with Leif again, back in their little cottage.

“Baby, I hope, I hope you don’t use the knowledge of my ticklish pits against me now,” said Leif looking at her with playful eyes.

“You think I’m not using that against you.  Ha!  You will rue the day I learned that secret.  It was fun getting you to say, you were my bitch,” teased Lynne.

Leif pulled her into the circle of his arms aggressively.  So aggressively it startled her and she let out a startled little

“Oh,”

He softly, tenderly sucked her top, and bottom lip.

It always felt so damn good and tingly all in her stomach and fanning down between her legs when he sucked her lips like that.

“Damn Lynne, you taste so good to me.  Does it make me perverted if I get turned on by you, like almost all the time?  Like even at inappropriate moments. Like, on the subway, and I have to get my boner to go down.  Or even, even in there in front of my brother and his girlfriend when you were spanking my ass and making me into your bitch,” he murmured into her neck.

Lynne chuckled and blushed.  He was funny and sexy!  She loved this man, and the torrid sensual chemistry between them!

“No, Lief, I have rinsed out more pairs of panties since I’ve known you than I ever have in my life. In fact I never needed to rinse them out at all before you,” she added through her chuckles.

“Oh am I ever glad to know that I’m not the only one who feels like a teenager right now.  Do you know how hard it is when, every waking moment almost, I get turned on by your sweet little ways.  I crave you all the time.  These sweet little breasts,” he groaned grabbing her braless little breasts in the casual white t-shirt.

Lynne just whimpered.  Her body loved him, and he circled her hardening nipples so gently with his thumbs.  Sexy gorgeous man, she couldn’t wait for him to put his dick inside her again, she too felt like a hormone addled, lusty beast.   

“Puffy, sexy little nipples.  Wanted to suck them since I was tickling your neck trying to make you lose the game,” he groaned.

He lifted her shirt and started licking around her belly button.

Lynne tangled her hands in his dreadlocks, and she groaned.

He stood on his knees before her.

“I don’t like calling women bitches.  I’ve never done it.  And I would never do that to you…I will never use that word with you sweet baby. But, I don’t mind being your bitch little Lynney, or if you tease me right now and call me your bitch, I’m man enough to know it’s all fun and games.  It was a little fun, you spanking me on the ass like that and calling the shots.  You should make me.  You should make me be a good boy and kiss and suck your pretty little pussy all night long for making you loose at your little game and trying to embarrass you and spank you in front of my brother and his girlfriend.   You should make me eat and suck it all night.  Hardly seems like a punishment, either.  I can’t wait to pay for my sins, sucking your kitty all night long.  Woman, I’m sick for you, like to smell, and kiss, and suck it so much.  You should make me do it even when my dick hurts and not give me any relief, by letting me feel your warm wet pussy,” he groaned, and he started unbuttoning her jeans.

Lynne unzipped her jeans the rest of the way, and bent over, deliberately teasing him with a fabulous view of her ass.   She knew that he enjoyed the view when she felt him gently biting her right butt check.  

She chuckled with delight, then murmured- 

“I…I’m sick for you sucking and kissing, and licking on my pussy too.  I never want you to stop when you do it.  I thought of it on the plane when I was nervous flying here.  Just thinking of that pleasure made a wave of sweetness and calm and joy float over me, thinking about how good the orgasms are, when you love me with your mouth,” she added.  

She stood before him, and he was kneeling before her, ready to worship her, and she pushed his head hard into her wet panty crotch.  

Then she felt embarrassed at what she was doing, and hot strains of shy color flooded her cheeks. And she chuckled.

“This feels so naughty,” she cried with a chuckle.  

“Damn, that shy shit is so cute,” he groaned huskily.

“You know you want it woman,” he groaned, gently cupping her ass, and nuzzling her wet panty crotch with his nose.

“Oh damn it Leif you make it feel good!” she cried, and he made her feel so good wriggling his nose into her pussy she curled her toes into the carpet.  And he wasn’t even licking her yet.

“Make me sniff your pussy!” he moaned into her thighs.

Lynne giggled, then when he took his nose away from rubbing her pussy, which gave her sexual pleasure, she pulled at his dreadlocks, and knew she had to say it, anything for that sweet pleasure to return.  

“Smell my pussy!” she said in a playful demanding voice.

“Mmmm…yes Ma’am.  Yes little wifey, I’ll do whatever you say.  You smell so good baby,” he added, rubbing his nose up to the crotch.

It felt good to Lynne.

“You should make me smell your ass too,” said Leif huskily.

She turned around and pushed her ass up to his nose.  The things they did together, the sensual fun and games.  Lynne chuckled with both embarrassment and delight.

“Mmmm, I love how your cute ass smells,” he groaned, butting his nose up to it. Then he licked her crack lustily through her cotton boy cut panties.

Those cute, fat little ass cheeks started to squirm with the intensity of her pleasure.

“Oh it’s so nasty and good, I love it baby!” she moaned.

“Then spread your cute little cheeks and make me lick it,” he said huskily.

Lynne felt so embarrassed.  She chuckled and blushed and held her hands up to her face and giggled.

“That shy little woman shit turns me on a lot Lynne.  But you like it.  You’re nasty like your husband to be.  It feels really good to you when I lick your ass.  You love it.  You squeal like I’m hurting you and squirm your little body everywhere.  Show me,” he murmured gently brushing her crotch panty crotch with gentle fingers.

Lynne moaned, then teased him-

“I thought you were being the bitch,”

But then, Leif pulled her panties to the side and boldly licked up and down, up and down her ass crack now, and all she could do was clutch her fists together and howl helplessly with joy.

“Oh those sweet little loud, helpless whimpers.  That’s almost more range that you use on stage little cutie.  I should do that to you in a sound booth huh? Make a great record,” he teased.

He licked her ass again, and she couldn’t help the loud, lusty cries.

She turned around to face him, where he was compliant on his knees.

“Oh boy you got me all worked up being nasty, now you better eat it, Oh I need to feel that pleasure,” she moaned gripping his jaw lightly.

He looked up into her eyes with his tender blue ones, and he had an absolutely lovesick expression, and she was sure that her eyes were also foggy with both love and lust.

She pulled down her panties, slipped them over her ankles, and stood up, with her legs spread.  Leif had never licked her femininity with her standing up, and she hotly anticipated and wondered what it would feel like.  

She stood with her legs spread as best she could, then cupped his head from behind.

Leif didn’t waste anytime at all kissing, and sucking her already swollen and puffy lips.

“Baby it feels good!” she cried.

He licked, and sucked, and moaned with pleasure as though eating a savory dish.

The pleasure was so sweet and intense that she needed to grip the sides of his head as an anchor to keep from wanting to fall over.    

“Beautiful little pussy.   So sorry I was such a bad boy.  I deserve my punishment,” he moaned between kisses of her coarse hairs.

“Oh Leif, I love how you make my pussy feel.  You’re such a good boy now!” she shouted playing along.

“Oh I want to be Lynne’s good boy!” he groaned into her pussy.

He parted it gently with his thumbs, and then he baptized her clitoris with the tender motions of his loving tongue.

She looked down into his eyes lovingly, and just happened to look up for just a second, and she saw their reflection in the mirror.

She had never seen an image of herself engaged in any tender, sexual acts before, and  viewing Leif’s blonde dreadlocks between her legs, her eyes fogged with lust, lips all full and pouty with his tender kisses and her growing sexual pleasure, was so beautiful, she felt the tears flow to the corner of her eyes.

“Oh God, what you do to me is beautiful! I love you so damn much Leif!" she cried.

Her eyes were filled up with tears, and she was trembling with pleasure, and crying, her tears falling into his dreadlocks.  

“Oh you see yourself huh Lynney!  How beautiful and sexy you are.  Why don’t you watch your loving man make you come baby,” he murmured tenderly.

He gently sucked and kissed her pussy, and it was a struggle for her to watch as the strains of pleasure flooded her body.  Her first instinct was either to look down at him, or squeeze her eyes shut.

But the rapture she saw reflected on her own face as he teased and tickled her pussy lovingly with his tongue, over her clitoris, teasing her vulva and occasionally stopping to penetrate her between her legs, or lick her anus gently, finally she couldn’t even stop herself from holding into his ears gently and swaying sensuously into his face, his sexy face glistening with her juices in the mirror, rocking towards him, slicking his sexy face of his with her juices, and soon, making sweet, guttural noises, as the torrent of tingles rained down into a hot, sweet flame.

She gushed with so much wetness now, it dribbled down her thighs, her pussy quivered with pleasure, and Leif cleaned the wetness out, penetrating her with his tongue and giving her the hot pleasure of multiple orgasms.  She thrusted herself passionately towards him and moaned how much she loved him each time she climaxed.

Her stomach and thighs were slick with sweat, and joy from his loving.  She got down on her knees and kissed him lustily, passionately, loving the sweet, hot sensual flavors of all their tastes commingling.

Then, she lay down on the bed, spread her legs and whispered softly.

“You’re still being punished.  Again,” very softly and he obediently crawled beside her and ate her pussy until she squealed everywhere with her intense orgasm, buoyed on even stronger by the first.  

After doing it twice more, she had such loving pity on Leif, because his cock ached, that she had him sit on the edge of the bed, while she pleasured him orally, loving the taste of his thick, meaty, delicious dick in her mouth.  She loved watching herself, going down on him, her mouth engorged with Leif's huge, beautiful, pink cock.

It just looked so erotic, what she could glance out of the corner of her eye, taking him into her lips like that, sucking as much of his cock as she could fit in her mouth, tickling him in that luscious male slit of his with her tongue.  And the way he stroked her face, her cheek, and her lips as she sucked him...

And his moaned words of love...

"You suck it so good baby," and "I love you so much", encouraged her to make him feel even better.  She gently squeezed his aching balls as she sucked him now, and he groaned with pleasure.

"Oh, it feels good when you squeeze them soft like that!" he groaned.

And, then she masturbated his shaft while tickling the tiny rough, sweet spot on the under side of his cock head.

"Oh damn baby, I love you so much!" he cried.

He cupped her cheek intensely due to the pleasure of his impending climax.   

It was a thunderous orgasm, full of hot, potent, sticky come, because she had not allowed him to come earlier when he was serving his "sentence" and his punishment.

He got so worked up kissing and sucking her pussy, and she felt so lucky that he had so much come to give her, she wanted to swallow every drop of his hot steamy load.  She loved the sweet and salty taste of his earthy spunk.  

"You taste so good to me Leify," she cried.

She swallowed him down whole, and was delighted as usual when he wanted to kiss her feverishly, the sweet taste of her sex, his sex, and all the flavors of their love melting together in a delicious whole...she loved the taste of their shared sex fluids.

They shared several steamy tongue kisses.

Then Lynne murmured softly,

“I’m sleepy,” and Leif reached over, turned out the lights on the nightstand and pulled her close.

“I forgot to mention that one of the most important parts of learning to be a good husband to my bride-to-be, is learning to serve as a cuddle toy,” he said playfully taking her into the circle of his arms.

She giggled.  But before she came up with any witty response to his sweet comment, she’d fallen deeply asleep in his arms.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 30



Note to readers:

I want to thank the readers who have remained faithful to reading this series.

I take your comments seriously, and I appreciate the time that you take to write them, whether they are positive or negative, because it means that the story has touched you in some way, or that you enjoy reading it.

I think have taken some of your comments into account with this update. I've also tried to tone down a bit of their adulation for each other, but, I need to stress, that this is supposed to be a love story first, even though a lot of it is about Lynne's sexual awakening, this is primarily a love story, and really revolves around the deep tender love that they feel for each other, and how this love helps Lynne heal from emotional and other types of abuse. 

So, if the story is still too mushy for you, but you still enjoy the sex scenes, try skipping the love parts and get to the good part.

Hopefully this update is better, and please remember that the stories that are submitted here are free, so if you think my writing is very poor, you might find another story that suits you better. 

I wrote three different versions of this scene, trying to get to the best version reflecting the criticisms that I felt were valid. I hope you enjoy. 

***

The next day, Leif took Lynne exploring. As far as he was concerned, she'd been missing a lot, and he loved her so much, he didn't want to waste any time giving her the things she'd missed. It wasn't as though she pondered at length about the things she was missing, he'd just mentioned things, experiences that he had growing up, things about Christmas, or going to the prom, and shit like that, and ask her about her life growing up, and her response was rather quiet, or she'd quickly change the subject. Or, she'd give him a great and interesting story about how she was able to sneak out and have the experience, or the pleasure that would have been denied by conspiring with all of the myriad of girlfriends that she had. 

He loved her story about getting to the prom. It broke his heart to find out she'd grown up in such a strict home she hadn't been allowed to go to the prom. She had to sneak out to the prom. But sneak out she did, and she Lynne had a friend who kept her dress in the trunk of her car. Lynne went stag, because she was afraid of guys outside of her church. But he was still glad she'd gotten to go to the prom. In sneaking out, she showed lots of spunk, and he loved that quality in her. But there would be no more sneaking around on his watch. 

When Leif found out how much she was missing throughout the years, it made him upset, and it made him determined that he would give her as many of the experiences that had been denied her as he possibly could, even if it took the rest of their lives. He was spending forever with her anyway. He wanted her to experience full on joy, not partial joy, not joy that was divided between compartments in her life, one part of her for church and family, and the other part for the real Lynne. He didn't want her to feel like she had to hide any more of life's pleasures in secret, for fear of getting caught. 

So today, he was going to court Lynney, take her on a really fun date, and mix in some of his old haunts along the way. It started off with him driving her around the countryside in his father's pickup truck. While he lived outside of LA, there was plenty of rural farmland for them to explore about an hour's drive away. There were farms and other things of interest. Lynne kept taking out her iPhone to snap pictures. When he saw particular pretty scenery, he pulled over, and he'd pat her little rear.

"Go on out and take some pictures baby," 

And she'd grin at him, and get out of the truck with glee and take so many damn photographs. He'd look at what she snapped when she got back to the car. She got a lot of shots, and she was pretty good at taking pictures. And, she was already emailing and texting them to all of her friends. He was glad she was having such a good time, and feeling happy and free...to be herself...to be a normal woman...have a normal Christmas weekend with her soon to be husband. 

He also knew she liked antiquing, or, in his mind, looking for old junky shit, and he made a list of places they could stop along the way. He knew that they'd moved in together really fast, because they'd fallen madly in love, but even as they were sharing domestic duties and living together like man and wife already, he still thought it was very important to romance Lynne.

For one thing, he knew she only had that ex as the man in her life before him. And what he knew about her life before she moved out of her house on her own seemed to be regimented and very strict. So, she hadn't had a lot of opportunities to do that fun stuff with a man who loved her, the whole courtship thing. And Leif certainly hadn't been doing it with those hookups he'd been doing in the past. But doing fun things together as friends, it made him love her more in a romantic way, and in a sexual way. It made him want to protect and love her, but it also made him want to make her smile, and when she laughed with giddiness, he glowed inside.

She found a scarf in the boutique, and she took out her wallet to pay.

And Leif said gruffly,

"Put your wallet away. You don't have any use for it today,"

"Leify, you're so sweet. You're already giving me my Christmas presents," she said, and she kissed him full on the cheek in front of the cashier, unashamedly.

And after she kissed him she squeezed him really tight.

He liked making Lynne feel like a lady, and loved all of the ways she made him feel like a man. 

Back in the pickup truck, she was figuring out ways to arrange the scarf. She was planning her stage outfits for her show, and he thought it was hilarious to watch her putting on her little diva antics. Such a silly little ham, and how he adored her. She mimicked several popular divas, and the way she thought they would wear their scarves. 

"Thanks for this scarf Leify. It was a great find, it's real silk too," said Lynne smiling.

"You're definitely welcome, might be real silk, but it's not soft as hell like you are," he added kissing her forehead.

Lynne looked at him, and she blushed with his compliment. She glowed. And he loved to be responsible for all these new wonderful feelings in her soul. She made him glow inside too, when she paid him sweet and doting compliments. 

"I don't know Leif. The scarf is pretty soft, feel it," she murmured softly, seductively. 

She traced his arm very gently with the silk scarf, barely touching his arm.

"See how soft and good it feels," she murmured huskily in his ear, her hot breath tickling him, making his groin tingle.

She knew she was a teasing little temptress, but she was also innocently sensual. It drove him mad with desire for her.

He gently gripped her graceful neck, stroking her with his husky fingertips.

"It does feel pretty damn soft, but not as soft as your skin, " he moaned.

She shook the scarf out until it billowed, then started stroking his wrist gently with the material.

"I like textures. Soft things against my skin sometimes...feeling soft silky things close to my body turns me on. It might be fun to play with this thing later," she added and then she nibbled her lips shyly.

He swallowed. Thought about how she went wild when he tickled her pussy with her panty crotch sometimes when they were making out. She loved the feel of the silk and the cotton teasing her lovely body, and now he knew how much she loved fabrics on her body. He relished the sensual, intimate knowledge of her desires. 

"Yeah Lynney, it sure might be. I might tie up your little wrists with it, while I have my way with you. Then you'd be really submitting to me...I'd make sure you got your pleasure and you'd probably really enjoy it too," he added stroking her full, pouty little lips with his index finger.

Then, he watched with delight as she squirmed in her seat. He half wondered if her panties might be wet. Part of him wanted to reach his hand under those cute denim shorts, and see if sweet, hot stickiness would greet his gentle exploration.

"Not....not if I tie your wrists up first. I thought you were submitting to me last night...it was sweet, and sexy as hell, and fun, even though I felt too shy to really lead you, and dominate," she added blushing softly.

She traced Leif's lips gently with the silk scarf.

"I told you this scarf is as soft as you think my skin is. I could touch you everywhere with this scarf Leify...I bet you've never felt softness like that before, caress your body down so good with the silk and then let you feel my body on you, real nice like that, until we both are satisfied," she murmured huskily. 

"That's....that's enough....you're gonna bite off more than you can chew...keep it up, and we'll be pulling this pickup truck on the side of the road, I'll be having my greedy way with you, and you aren't ready for that," he murmured swatting her thigh playfully.

And she was biting off more than she was ready to chew. His desire for her was strong, and intense, but he felt a need to temper it with tenderness right now. This woman had been denied so much pleasure, and love, and consideration, and he felt it was important for her to really get a sense of how loved she was before he started being really raunchy with her, to keep building the security in her. It was the manly part in him that long to protect her.

As hard as he struggled, he turned their date back to innocence, by sweetly stroking her hair. Trying to remind himself that, although she was sexy, he still adored her and wanted to teach her about care and kindness, and this was their date day. 

Then she saw an ice-cream stand, on the side of the road. She didn't say she wanted ice-cream, he could just see her looking at it longingly as they drove by. His woman wasn't going to be longing for anything anymore. The sign promised one hundred flavors, and he briefly remembered his own parents stopping him at this ice-cream stand during long Sunday drives in the country. He liked doing the little things to make her happy. He pulled over to the side of the road.

"Anything you want to do today sweetheart, you just ask. It's our date day. I can tell you want some ice-cream, so come on," he added.

He got out of the drivers side of the seat and gave her his hand to help her down the passengers side.

They walked hand in hand to get ice-cream. Lynne started swinging his hand in hers. He made her that happy. Hell she made him that happy too. But she caught herself. 

"I won't tell a soul if you want to be giddy darlin'. You don't have to be grown up every moment. I know...I know it's your first time falling in love. And, it's mine too sweetness," he added with a smile.

"Leif, you make me feel perfect. I'm lucky to be the woman you love. Not a day goes by that I take any of this love and tenderness with you for granted," said Lynne. 

She beamed at him. 

Then she was swinging her hand again happily in his own. That made him happy. She felt comfortable with him. Safe to be herself. It was a beautiful lesson, and she'd learn more and more about that with him each passing day. 

"What flavor?" he asked rubbing the small of her back.

"You know what flavor I like...you already know it Leif..." said Lynne grinning at him devilishly.

He chucked.

"What, well do I have to tell you baby," said Lynne licking her lips at him, as though he was the ice-cream.

"You're a silly woman Lynne. One Vanilla cone please," said Leif with a chuckle.

He handed it to her and paid the stand owner.

"Now you need to get your favorite flavor," she teased him playfully.

"One cone is enough. It's so big you'll never eat it all," he teased slapping her round ass. 

But all those sweet hammy little moments of before were forgotten once she got the ice-cream in her hands. She stuck her luscious pink tongue out to take in the cool sweet ice-cream. And she literally closed her eyes in pleasure, stopping in her tracks as he led her back towards the truck.

And she let out a soft, tiny little moan under her breath.

"Mmm, this is damn good Leify. Taste it," she murmured. 

She darted her tongue out again, and Leif felt his groin started to tingle.

It was sexy the way she murmured with sheer pleasure while she at the ice-cream. And the motions her pink tongue made, when she was licking the ice-cream. Damn.

He couldn't think about tasting the ice-cream, he only saw how much pleasure his woman was getting eating the ice-cream, and his dick was getting so hard, remembering how she used her lips and tongue on his hard, aching cock.

She was damn cute today too, in tight tiny denim shorts, and this feminine, linen looking frilly shirt. No bra, and puffy fat nipples standing at alert, even under the crisp fabric he could see the luscious things. Feminine looking sandals and candy red painted toenails. He hadn't made love to her this morning, because he'd wanted to get an early move on their driving before traffic got really bad, but oh how he wished he had now.

Watching her eat that damn ice-cream was so distracting, have mercy.

She walked towards the car with her hand in his, and her other hand on her ice-cream. She took a greedy sideways lick, and he remembered how much she loved sucking him and then licking the slit of his dick. Shit, he felt so badly that he couldn't enjoy some innocent time with her without feeling so horny. He knew Lynne loved being intimate with him, and was very sexual herself, but he couldn't help feeling like a dirty pervert right now.

The thoughts running through her mind right now were probably sweet and innocent, enjoying the date with her fiancée', that the ice-cream was delicious, and that she enjoyed the nice Cali weather. And what was he thinking about? The marvelous way Lynne gave him blow jobs. The only thing that made him feel better was knowing that this deep lust that he was feeling right now, was a normal, chemical reaction because he was falling in love with her. It was natural to want to go at it all the time. In time, this erotic lust he was constantly feeling would simmer down a bit, and he'd have time for clear-headed thoughts. And that was where it was wonderful that he loved Lynne as a person and loved spending time with her, because it set the foundation for a strong relationship where sex was only one of the aspects of the beautiful love.

But for now, oh for now, great stars, he'd be jealous if she hadn't licked his cock with more enthusiasm than she ate that ice-cream. It was fucking sexy the way she'd murmur about how good it was, her mouth thick with the ice-cream, and just lick it hard, and even the way she'd turn the cone, as though simply licking it was not giving her enough flavor, she needed to lick and turn it too.

He briefly got the urge to fling the ice-cream into the field kiss her lustily and beg her, his breath hot in her ear, to suck his cock, while her mouth was still full of ice-cream. But Lynne was enjoying that ice-cream so much she'd kill him. He could already feel her slapping the back of his head and making him buy her another cone. Plus the cone had cost him three dollars. And, it was a mean and playfully selfish thing to do, but dreaming of it filled him with lust. She was so busy eating her ice-cream she didn't even notice his aching dick as he led her back to the truck, her hand in his. 

"Baby, you still haven't tasted it," murmured Lynne was he helped her into the truck, and she handed him the cone.

He sampled it, licked it, and it tasted good, but mostly he loved the sensation that that cold wet ice-cream had been in her mouth so intimately, and he was tasting it after her. He swore it was probably sweeter now that it had the taste of her mouth. He loved her sweet little mouth. 

"It's really good right?" asked Lynne her mouth thick with the ice-cream.

"Yeah baby," moaned Leif dreamily. He was past thinking about that damn ice-cream, he was thinking about plunging his tongue in her sweet lips filled up with that cool ice-cream.

Just then, licking was not enough and Lynne took a big greedy chew and suck of the ice-cream. The whole outline of her mouth and lips, and even part of her chin, full of ice-cream and reminding him of the way she loved for him to finish in her mouth. Mmm. 

And he just figured out what was so sexy about the way she ate that cone. It was the unabashed pleasure, delight, and wonder with which she enjoyed life. The way she enjoyed the stage, her games, fiddling with her piano and writing songs, reading her books, gardening, loving on him, sucking his dick. She was a passionate woman, she liked that custard cone, and so she ate it with passion and was unashamed to show, and share it with him. He was lucky that he was one of the things that she adored passionately. 

That greedy bite did him in. He couldn't stand it anymore. He ached to kiss her, and he pulled her hair towards him, slightly roughly, and she looked startled, but then, when he leaned in, sucking her lips and the sweet cool ice-cream with more hunger and vigor than he knew he'd ever kissed her, he even nibbled her top and bottom lip with his teeth, she moaned into his mouth. A loud, enthusiastic moan.

Her breath caught in her throat. Lips trembling, and then she probed her tongue, full of sweet, cool vanilla ice-cream into his own mouth. They were kissing so lustily his nose kept bumping hers.

He sucked the ice-cream off her top lip, off her bottom lip, and Lynne groaned.

"Mmm, I love you so much. I want to share all my ice-cream, and everything else with you Leify, I want to share all my treats with you," she murmured softly.

He didn't understand everything she meant about sharing, but he would soon find out. She demurely handed Leif the ice-cream cone. He took it in his left hand, and then she crawled over the gear shift, and sat in his lap facing him.

"Taste," she murmured holding the ice-cream up to his lips.

He took a bold lick of the ice-cream. But he licked it erotically, as though he was imagining licking her between her legs. Lynne rolled her head back, and laughed until she snorted, enjoying the sexy teasing. 

Then she took her turn, which manifested itself in several greedy licks, and a huge bite.

"You're greedy," he murmured huskily, tickling her chin dimple.

She tilted her lips sideways the way that she did when she was eating the cone, but, she traced his chin gently with her thumb, parting his lips, and plunged her delicate tongue lustily within his own lips, her tongue was full of the same greed when she ate the cone.

He groaned again with her sweet, cool, ice-cream tinged kiss, her ravenous tongue pillaging his own lips, thoroughly exploring him the way he imagined she'd want him to surrender to her when she was less shy, and the way he would be asking her to acquiesce to him in time as well.

He was holding the cone but he couldn't resist, he groped one of her tender breasts through the linen shirt. Her tit was so soft, and it filled him with longing to touch and explore further.

Leif loved their date and shit, it was romantic, but when she teased him with this sexy eating of her ice-cream, and then this lusty kissing, he wanted that damn ice-cream eaten so he could push her up against the steering wheel of this pickup and have his way with her.

The quickest way to do that would be to finish the fucking ice cream, so he took a huge greedy chew, the way he'd bit off that muffin top when she baked him muffins after their first fight.

"Hey! Not so fast. Don't you want to savor it," she said, pouting.

"I can get another one, that we can savor later. I can't stand to savor anymore sweetheart, this madness has really gone on long enough. Go on and eat the cone baby, it's the really good part anyway," he murmured pushing the cone up to her lips.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 30



She grinned at him and nibbled the cone. Watching those pouty lips nibbling and chewing slowly at the cone drove him insane.

"You're such a slow eater Lynne," groaned Leif, taking the cone from her and devouring it in a few greedy chews.

"That's the last time I share my cone with you, you bum, eating the good parts so fast!" she cried playfully.

Leif pushed her up against the steering wheel, and silenced her by kissing her roughly, aggressively, her mouth still filled with the cool, sweet ice-cream.

She whimpered into his mouth, and he felt her knees pressing close to his hips, squirming on his lap.

The kissing felt so good to her that she squirmed. She leaned close to him, gripped his dreadlocks, pulled him into that sweet spot between her neck, and her ear that she loved to have kissed.

"Baby," panted Lynne softly.

Leif couldn't answer her, he was too engrossed and how soft and lovely her neck felt, and she was damn wrong about that scarf, because he'd never felt anything as soft as she was, and lovely, and he wanted to touch her even more, slid his hands gently under her shirt.

His hands were cold from the ice cream he was sure, but she shivered, then groaned with pleasure as his husky fingers gently traced up under her shirt, her soft left breast nipple sprang alive in his hands.

"Please baby," murmured Lynne as he was pulling his lips.

She wanted him so much, he felt her rubbing her pussy up to his stomach through her shorts while they were kissing.

He cupped her ass.

"What do you want Lynney? Just ask. It's your date day, and so you can have whatever you want," asked Leif, his eyes veiled with lust. 

"Baby I want your dick!" moaned Lynne.

***

God he was awakening the pleasure and lust deep within her. She'd never felt a sensation so strong that she wanted him inside her with minimal foreplay. He hadn't even touched her yet and she was aching to feel his thick throbbing hardness. The sweetness in the way he courted her, and the sexy play, the sensual teasing with the ice-cream and the scarf, made her feel like a bold and sexy woman.

She reached down and unbuttoned his cargo shorts. Leif's beautiful pink cock was already hard and she lifted him out of the boxer shorts, thankful that there was a fly hole, and she could pull his thick meaty dick out.

Damn she loved him so much and she wanted to suck his cock as an appetizer but there was no way to do that the way he had her jammed up against the steering wheel.

After she lifted his cock out, she stared at it a little bit.

"I love it so much," she moaned gently gripping it.

Then she twisted around in his lap so that she was sitting on his lap in a direction where she could peel her own shorts off, and then her soaking wet panties.

"Lynne, baby," he moaned softly. She threw her shorts and wet panties right on the passenger's seat beside him. He looked at the panties longingly.

She felt like Leif's dirty little woman, wearing only a linen shirt, her pussy dripping wet, pulled over on the side of a public road, eating ice cream and brazenly ready for some good loving.

Leif played with her clit so tenderly as she splayed her legs and sat in his lap. She nibbled her lips to keep from screaming out loudly.

She arched her hips and took his dick deeply into her pussy. She sat down on his dick slowly, but deep, and the way she shimmed her hips elicited a sharp groan from Leif.

Great god his thick meatiness felt so good within her, his engorged shaft resting against the secret spot inside of her. She leaned forward, groaning with pleasure at the sensations filling her up.

It was so good to her and she didn't even need foreplay! She'd always been nervous about the idea of things going straight into sex, the idea of it had made her queasy before, but she should have known better, it was Leif, and her body always felt amazing when they shared their love and pleasure.

The pleasure was sweet, hot, and aching. She leaned forward and felt the delightful sensation of his blonde public hair tickling her clitoris.

Lynne started to cry. His dick, and those pubic hairs tickling her pussy felt so good she was teary eyed with pleasure and the tears came flooding down her cheeks.

Leif was nibbling his lip, and when he saw the tears he stroked her cheeks.

"You okay," he asked his voice husky with pleasure.

"Yeah it just feels so damn good!" she cried loudly.

"I love to make you feel good," cried Leif, and his hands planted on the small of her back, steadied her, and she started thrusting her hips towards him lustily as he wriggled his dick inside her in these impossibly erotic circles.

Her pussy was making so much hot, wet juice now and the ride just started to feel better and better, each time he retreated and pushed inside her again, her pussy felt slicker and hungrier, and ached more and more for the thick, delicious pressure he was delivering.

She loved his dick so much she squeezed her pussy muscles even tighter around him while she ached with pleasure. It was the squeeze, the squeeze and the heavenly friction of his cockhead buried deep in her pussy that sent the pleasure cascading through her pussy and even her lower stomach and her womb.

The release was intense.

"Shit, Leify, I love you!" she cried.

He buried his head in her neck.

"Mmm, love you too sweetness," he moaned, and he was kissing her neck and squeezing her breasts under her shirt, and then she felt all that warm sticky semen running inside of her, and she was glowing inside and grinning and blushing down at him, even with her face red, and flushed with sweat.

The come felt amazing inside of her, a hot, sweet, sticky treat, better than any damn ice cream. She worked her hips over him until she felt all the stringy, gooey globs had flowed out of his penis.

Until her Leif stopped groaning. And even then, she sat in the sticky mess that they made, loving the feeling of his dick growing soft in her. And could it be that, even with that hot pleasure and satisfaction, she wanted him again.

Loved to feel so special and belong to him so intimately. She was filled with pleasure when he pulled her head protectively into his chest. He cuddled her face into the space between his pectorals as they caught their shared breaths.

"Oh damn. That was fun. I can't wait until the next time you want to stop for ice cream sweetness. I can't imagine any flavor they have that would be better than that one," he added playfully.

Lynne chuckled into his chest.

Leif reached into the dashboard and got a napkin.

"Push out my come, and let me clean you up, or else it'll be running in your panties until you take a bath," he murmured softly.

Lynne blushed. She felt embarrassed to do that, squat and push the come into the napkin on his hand. Also, she liked having his come in her pussy. She loved feeling it run out of her pussy before he got a napkin and cleaned her off.

"Baby it's okay," murmured Lynne grabbing for the napkin.

"No, baby it's not okay, let me clean you up," he added gently grabbing her wrist.

"It's okay, I have a wet wipe in my purse, I'll go to the ladies room and clean up, later, at McDonald's or the gas station or something," said Lynne softly.

"No you won't...I...I've got a fetish with coming in your pussy because I've never done that with anyone except the woman who's gonna be my wife. And I want to see it dripping out of my pussy baby. I don't want to have to ask you again sweetheart. Don't be shy with me. Push it into the napkin," he groaned huskily.

She looked at him obediently. She felt shy, but she loved Leif, he was so good to her and she ached to please him.

She bared down her pussy muscles, and produced a thick pearly stream of his come. And once she realized what she was doing, releasing his come from her pussy for her husband to be's prurient viewing pleasure, she started to feel tingly and aroused again, wanting him even more.

"Yeah baby. That looks so lovely. Mmmm...I wish I could clean you up with my tongue. I would if it wasn't so cramped in here. But later. Later," he added gently kissing her forehead.

Then he used the edge of the napkin to gently tease her pussy and finish wiping it clean.

When he was through, Lynne looked at the come on the napkin she'd pushed out of her pussy. She knew it was filthy but she had a strong urge to eat that wad of their shared sex fluids. But she felt shy. Maybe later. What was her man doing to her? He'd turned her into the dirty, sexually aware creature she'd always dreamed of being, but it was all laced in love.

Leif balled up the cum laden napkin and stuck it in his cargo shorts.

"I love you," he murmured sweetly handing her the wet panties.

"I love you too Leify," she cried sweetly.

Lynne was embarrassed at how wet they are, and she grinned. He actually helped her get situated in her panties and shorts. Then he affectionately slapped her ass, and she crawled back over the gearshift and into the passenger's seat of the truck.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 31



***

Later on, back at the house, Leif's mother, father, and brother were getting ready for Christmas. They asked Leif if he had fun taking Lynne out exploring. Did he ever! But he answered innocently that they really enjoyed themselves. Lynne took in the Christmas preparations with sweet curiosity. He saw her watching his mother hand ornaments on the tree, and he was reminded, that Lynne never had a Christmas before.

"Linda, I think Lynney wants to hang some ornaments," said Leif. 

He wasn't going to even wait for Lynne to ask, she shouldn't have to, he knew she longed to be involved, and she was just too shy to ask, and didn't want to feel out of place.

He knew he'd made the right decision when Lynne grinned at him. And Lynne went over to the stepladder where his mother was hanging decorations. His mother handed her the box, and they switched places. Lynne hung a tree and a few snow globes. 

Leif took some pictures of Lynne discretely on his phone. A woman only got one first Christmas and he was delighted that it was her first one, and wanted her to have some mementos to remember this time in the years to come, and show them to their babies. After they hung the ornaments, Linda and Lynne covered the tree with tin tinsel.

"Lynne, you cook well, do you ever bake?" asked his mother.

"Yes, I love to bake," said Lynne.

"Want to help me in the kitchen with the Christmas cookies?" said his mother.

"I'd love to," said Lynne.

***

Lynne did an excellent job at decorating the Christmas cookies. She always loved to cook, and bake. It was fun for her to decorate the cookies, and she did several designs, Christmas trees, snowmen, and a few special Santa cookies for Leif.

She was worried that she was going overboard. She'd never had Christmas before, but it was so much fun! She was also thankful that Leif was sweet enough to pull her into the Christmas activities that were dull to someone like him who was used to the holidays but definitely wonderful to someone like her who was experiencing it the first time. 

"Lynne they look beautiful. So you're also an artist," she said with a smile.

"Nah, I wouldn't say I was an artist...I just like decorating things," said Lynne smiling.

"What kind of wedding do you want? With the way you decorate, and your fashion sense, you probably want something nice, don't you hun?" asked his mother smiling at her.

His mom was sweet.

"I...I don't have a real preference about what I want to do yet. I just know that I want something beautiful that symbolizes our love. And to have room enough to have about fifty guests," said Lynne.

"That sounds lovely. If you need any help, let me know. I'd love to meet your mother Lynne. We could have so much fun, have a hen party and talk about the details of what you think you want for your special day. I bet your mother is beautiful if she looks anything like you," said his mother.

As she was speaking, Leif sauntered into the kitchen.

"My favorite girls," he murmured. First, he kissed Lynne tenderly on the forehead, and then he kissed his mother on the cheek.

The affection flowed easily in this family. Lynne's own mother was affectionate sometimes but she was reserved in her affections. Her dad rarely showed her affection. Sometimes he would hug her, or pat her hair if she brought home good grades in school or did something nice for the church, but she didn't remember a lot of hugs and kisses growing up. She'd gotten more hugs and kisses since she'd been dating Leif than she ever had, and she understood more and more why he was so kind and affectionate, his family had taught him how to be gentle and sweet. She enjoyed being around his family.

"I was just asking Lynne about her mother. Do you have any pictures of her on your phone? She must be simply gorgeous if she looks anything like you at all...I want to meet her. We could have so much fun having a hen party and talking about your ideas, and what you want to do with this wedding. Man, she must be so excited, moms always get so excited when a daughter has a wedding..." said Linda.

Lynne looked looked sad. She started to blurt out something, but Leif grabbed Lynne tenderly by her waist.

"Mom, don't....try not to ask Lynne about her parents. She's going through a lot right now, and some of the stuff is hard and hurts her a lot to talk about," said Leif.

He ushered Lynne into his arms protectively.

Lynne had never felt so protected, and loved before. The feeling was simply cathartic, these new feelings of love and concern for her feelings, and how her emotions might be affected by her experiences, giving her the space to breathe and decide what she was comfortable sharing, unlike how she'd felt with her parents, and the members of her old church. But, strangely knowing that Leif was protecting her, and she had a choice whether she wanted to talk about a private matter that concerned her, and feeling that someone was in her corner, gave her the strength to talk to his mother.

And when she glanced at Linda, her heart was moved. Linda didn't seem nosey at all, she looked full of concern for Lynne's turmoil with her parents. 

"Well hey, I wasn't trying to interfere Leif. I'm just getting to know Lynne, is all! If you don't want to talk about it Lynne, I understand. My first priority as a mother is for you to feel comfortable around me. If you...If you feel you ever need to talk about something that might be going on in your life, I want you to feel like you can talk to me too, but if you don't want to talk about your mom and dad, it's completely up to you, I certainly understand and I-"

"I appreciate your kindness. Really I appreciate the kindness of everyone in this family. You all make me feel right at home, not at all like a guest, but like I'm in your family already. And Leif it's okay baby. She might as well know. If we're going to have a real wedding, like a real one and not a justice of the peace type deal, everyone will wonder why the Bride to be's parents aren't going to be there, so she may as well know-" said Lynne.

"Okay baby. But only if you feel like you want to go into it now. Linda said that it was alright for you not to talk about it, and she means that," he added.

But Leif rubbing the nape of her neck tenderly fed her soul. His mother was loving and kind, and Leif always supported her no matter what, and these were good lessons for Lynne to learn emotionally, about the way loving families, outside of cult like religious control worked. 

"I can't believe your parents won't come? Why wouldn't they want to come! Ever since I've been talking on the phone to you, since Leif told me about you, I've simply adored you! And you two kids seem so happy. And twenty three, twenty four, that might be a little young, and the wedding might be a little soon, but you all seem so happy right now, and you'll figure it out. There might be some scrapes along the way, but you'll figure it out. Garrett and I did. I think it's a beautiful thing, and I look forward to getting a new daughter," said his mother. 

Then she smiled at Lynne, and she also threw her arm around her.

So, she had two people who had their arms around her, and she felt so loved! It was perfectly fine to blurt out-

"I...they aren't going to come because I am marrying out of their church, and Leif and I were together intimately before we were married. I'm gonna invite them, but I'm pretty sure they won't come. In their eyes I am a sinner, and the only way to help a sinner is to excommunicate them, so that they can repent from their wrong course. That means not talking to me, and almost treating me like I'm a dead person...you can only communicate for a family emergency," added Lynne.

She wanted to make it clear what excommunication was according to their church doctrine. Then she looked into Linda's eyes. Lynne wanted to gauge her mother and see how strange that she thought she was. But Linda's eyes never changed. They still held the same warmth and concern as before. She was glad she trusted Linda with that painful issue.

"Wow Lynne. That's some tough stuff to go through alone! And I was feeling a little resentful thinking that your parents might be interfering for the traditional reasons, that they didn't think my son was good enough, he didn't make enough money, or that you were too young, at twenty-three. But religion stuff, that is a whole other set of circumstances. Religion stuff, that can be heavy...people do a lot of strange things in what they think is the name of God. And it's really a shame, because sweet people like you end up being hurt in the carnage," said his mother, and she patted Lynne's shoulder affectionately. 

"Especially heavy, because...Lynney thinks her parents will follow church doctrine and disown her, and that was why, in the beginning she was scared to admit to them that we were seriously seeing each other," said Leif, and his voice was husky.

"Well, that doesn't sound very Christ like to me. Christ wouldn't abandon his followers because they fell in love with someone of a different background, and if the problem is sex before marriage, his message would be one of help, not castigation. I can't help thinking it was written so long ago, that he would be more concerned about the love and commitment of you two, which is obvious, not so much a paper marriage contract, though it's nice you two are tying the knot" said his mother.

"I agree. It feels good to have a wise person, or one who's old enough to be our parents say that, but yeah, that's what I was thinking too. I didn't use to feel that way, but knowing and loving your son, and just growing up in general has opened my eyes to so much," said Lynne.

"Well, I'm sorry they might not come. But, guess what Lynne, I care for you a lot already, and I'm glad you are marrying my son. You marry my son, you gain a mother. I might not look like you, I might not have given birth to you, but if you find yourself in a situation and you need some motherly advice, or even just a friend to talk to, I am here. I'm sure Leif has told you that I won't judge. You seem like a sweet young woman, and I'm sorry that you are caught up in what seems like such a mess. I don't like this for you, at all. I wish I could help," added his mother.

"Don't worry about it. I knew this would be the cost for me of loving my Leif. But I made a decision that the love that I feel for your son is worth that price for me, it's worth those consequences in my life, because I never knew a feeling so sweet...unconditional love and kindness. Leif was right, it was our first fight, that, if we are going to really love each other, we have to be open with that love, and hide it from no one, and I love him so much, I need to tell the whole world, not hide it from anyone, and especially my parents. And I feel like I have a lot to offer your son, just like he offers me, and we're just meant to be together. I might be losing my parents, but I'm building such a beautiful life with Leif," said Lynne.

"The love you feel for my son, must be so strong, for you to give up everything you've ever known like that. But you aren't alone, and you and Leif don't have to be an island onto yourselves. We want to be your family too, Garret, and Lyle, and Martha," said Linda.

"See Leif, I told you it would be okay to tell her. She has the same beautiful kind smile that you have. So I knew it would be safe," said Lynne.

Leif looked at Lynne full of such tenderness, and he said-

"Baby you've just been through a lot, and it was never safe to have your feelings, and have them just...respected before. And be whoever you need to be, and be yourself. And, if it hurt you to talk about it, I didn't want you to feel pressured that you had to talk about it yet. I just want to make sure your feelings are respected as I become your husband. That you have a right to your feelings, and boundaries and privacy being respected...I don't think you ever had that before, but you will, starting now, as my wife to be," said Leif.

"That's being a good husband to be...you're learning well. Some lessons must have gotten through your thick skull watching your father and I interact," said his mother, to Leif.

They all chuckled, and Linda and Leif swallowed Lynne up in a big strong hug, and she'd needed that.

She hugged the two of them Leif and his mother, her new family, just as tight. 

Then Leif said,

"I didn't mean to interrupt this discussion, I just smell Christmas cookies, that's why I came in here...so how's the progress on the cookies ladies," said Leif rubbing his hands together and turning on the oven light so he could see the cookies baking.

"Really, you still act like you acted when you were ten years old about Christmas cookies Leif! They are still baking," said his mother, pushing him toward the kitchen table.

"He has such a sweet tooth! Today I shared my ice cream with Leif and he demolished my cone, didn't leave me even with a crumb," said Lynne.

Lynne didn't mention that he ate the ice cream so quick because she inadvertently turned him on with the way she was eating the ice cream. She hadn't realized she'd been eating the cone so sexily until he whispered it in her ear later on, long after they had sex in his father's pick up truck. Leif told her the real reason for devouring the rest of the cone in two greedy bites, while teasing her when he took her to a vintage bookstore, later on in the date. 

She and Leif shared a secret glance about the ice cream cone that made her feel a little moist. Lynne loved the tender sexuality always bubbling below the surface between them, no matter what else was going on. 

"She was teasing me with the cone. She just kept on and on about how good it tasted, and I was so hungry at the time, so I thought I'd chomp down on it and taste how good it was when it was my turn," said Leif.

The three of them laughed. 

"Those cookies are really pretty. I can tell you did them Lynne because Linda's drawing is so goofy. Santa finally looks like Santa, and not a blob. The Christmas trees aren't stick figures, and they even have little round ornaments," teased Leif.

"All these years I've been tirelessly putting decorations on those damn cookies for you, from now on, let your wife make your cookies, since you like her decorating skills so much more than mine," said Linda.

Lynne snorted with laughter. 

"You tell him mom! Or better yet, he can make his own damn cookies! Put an apron right on his ass, and he can be Mr. Chef! And he can make the eggnog too while he's at it!" shouted Lynne playfully.

His mother laughed hard. 

"Come on girls, I was only joking. Lynney loves to decorate and she is so meticulous, and that's why her cookies are so pretty. If you hadn't been there to stop her, she'd be there half the night drawing designs. Lynne just loves drawing designs, but Mom, nothing can replace those ugly Christmas cookies you make. They taste great. We don't even know what Lynne's cookies will taste like, they might be all style, and no substance," teased Leif. 

"Leif, you're an ungrateful ass! Tell your mom you're sorry," said Lynne chuckling.

"Yeah and tell your future wife you are sorry too, because the cookies look like they will taste perfectly fine, the girl is a great cook, and as she said, I don't see your ass with an apron," said his mother. 

"Ah, my girls, ganging up on me. I love being surrounded by my women, okay Mom, Lynney, I'm so sorry, beautiful, sweet ladies," said Leif, unfolding a napkin to get ready for his hot Christmas cookies.

"Mom comes out when you are really sorry. You're a mess Leif, and lucky you're so cute, or we'd probably both get rid of you," said his mom.

"Yeah, and we shouldn't even give your ass any of the cookies! You don't deserve them, cookies are for good behavior, you need to be nibbling coal," sassed Lynne. 

All three of them laughed again.

Later, they sat around the faux fireplace, eating Lynne's Christmas cookies and sipping eggnog. She enjoyed her first Christmas Eve so much. Although she knew she was losing her blood family, she felt such a distinct feeling of warmth and belonging with his family, or their family. She was so lucky to have such fabulous futures, especially with the difficulties with her family. 

They sat around playing Monopoly. Lynne was actually pretty good at Monopoly, it was one of the games she played with her parents during family game night. Her father didn't show a lot of affection, but he'd engage Lynne in games and encourage her to compete like an adult. So, she was really good at the game, but not as good as Leif's dad. It ended up being the two of them, doggedly sitting around the monopoly board while Leif and his mother watched on, having been beaten out of the game long ago. Lynne was a slumlord and bought up the Baltic and Oriental Avenue strips, loaded them with hotels, and bought all the railroads, and utility companies. It was a close game, but she landed on Garrett's damn boardwalk replete with a hotel.

Lynne howled with laughter as he stood before her and did a victory dance. It was in retaliation for her standing in front of him and doing the robot and the moonwalk when she landed on her fully loaded Connecticut avenue. Linda and Leif howled with laughter. But, she'd misjudged her math, and Garrett still had one hundred dollars on which to survive. Lynne sat down sheepishly eating crow while they all laughed at her some more. 

Not long after that, she'd landed on his boardwalk space. Still watching Leif's middle aged father dance around like a head-banger and then do a mini bow right in front of Lynne was hilarious to everyone. 

After the game, they sat around watching old home movies of Leif and his brother growing up. It was fascinating for Lynne to watch the man she loved grow up through all their home movies. It also made Lynne very sad that they couldn't share the same joy with her own family, and Leif. She was happy for all these new feelings of belonging with Leif's family, but however dysfunctional they were, and however much she was through running from that church she was raised in, her mom and dad were still her family, and she knew that things would now be irrevocably changed. 

Leif's evolution with the guitar was fascinating, but no matter how good he played, he'd always turn his back to the audience, even during a high school competition, which he actually won! He just blew everyone away with how nicely he played.

Leif's parents were awestruck that he would play the guitar facing Lynne. He'd never done that with anyone before. They wanted to see proof of it.

"It's just easy with Lynne, I can't explain it. But I don't ever worry or feel nervous with her," he added truthfully. 

"You're good for him. Boost his confidence in a lot of ways. Real ways. Not the posturing he does, in the rock band, not that peacock stuff. The real Leif, the true Leif, he sees your pride in him and it makes him more confident with his craft. That's why beside every good man there's a good woman. And that's certainly how I feel about your Mom. None of this would exist if she hadn't convinced me I could do it. Hold that love, keep that love, and you'll both be the richer for it," said his father.

It was a fitting note on which to close the evening, and it was so late when they walked back across the yard to the cottage, that Leif and Lynne simply peeled off all their clothes, and once they were stripped down bare, cuddled in the middle of the bed, innocently, too tired for lovemaking. 

Right before they drifted off in a deep and satisfying sleep, Leif murmured.

"Nothing can hurt you anymore Lynne. No matter what happens and what shakes out because of how crazy your parents, and that religion are, and how messed up everything else is, I won't let anything hurt you anymore. You have to believe that. I know it's tough and scary, but I promise you, nothing can hurt you anymore," he added sweetly.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 31



"Whenever you are with me Leif, I feel blanketed in this love and protection. It's a new feeling for me. I have to get used to how wonderful it all is. But I believe you, I believe that nothing can hurt me in your arms, with all this joy, passion, and pleasure that I'm feeling, all the good, new feelings," murmured Lynne softly, falling asleep contentedly in Leif's broad chest, delighting in the slender heft of him, and the scent of him. 

***

There were so many wonderful delights that were to be had in a tender, monogamous relationship. Back when Leif first saw Lynne in the night club, and he dreamed about something more with her, and a serious relationship, he hadn't taken all of the sweet delights into account, because he had no way of knowing all of the pleasures of the monogamous lifestyle, but he was learning quickly with Lynne, enjoying her company alone, and bonding with her with his family. 

And now, in the middle of the night, he was buried deep in the pleasures of tender monogamy, loving the feeling of her soft, sexy little body in his arms. She was still sleeping soundly, and he felt so guilty as he felt his erection growing on her soft, petite, shapely thigh. He knew he was about to awaken her. He couldn't resist. He needed her, even as he yawned, because he was still sleepy. 

"Baby," he murmured softly.

She was still sound asleep. Her head buried snuggly between the crook of his chest, and his arm, and he swelled with affection for her, imagining how safe she must feel, sleeping close to him naked. Mushy ass feelings. He never imagined he'd be feeling this way a few short months ago, but he loved it. 

He started kissing her neck tenderly.

He felt Lynne stirring, and then he murmured-

"Oh sweetheart, I need you so much baby. Please," he whispered softly.

She squirmed a little bit, then whispered. 

"I can't believe how much I trust you Leify...how close to you I feel. I always would feel so protective and nervous over my body. Couldn't imagine just sharing like that, and trusting, and not even being fully awake, and alert. But I know you won't ever hurt me Leify, and it makes me feel safe to enjoy whatever you want," whispered Lynne dreamily.

The trust that was between them stirred his heart deeply. He recalled the first time he touched up her thighs. How nervous she'd seemed. He mistook it for shyness. In retrospect, there was shyness there, but she'd also been scared that he'd hurt her. So thinking about how far they'd come in sharing their bodies over the past three months, was an amazing journey, bringing her to a point where she trusted him to fondle and kiss her when she was drowsy and not really in a particularly amorous mood. 

"You're right I won't hurt you baby. Never, ever hurt you baby with you trusting me with your body like this. I'll be so gentle. But my body is crying out for you...I'm aching for you Lynne, and I'm sorry for awakening you," he murmured tenderly.

He traced her pouty, perfect, shapely lips, and his cock throbbed, even as he felt warm feelings for her swelling in the pit of his stomach. He knew it was butterflies...because he felt so close to her, and he felt comfortable enough to ask his woman for tenderness, and that she'd be willing to respond lovingly, not bite his head off for proposing a late night quickie. He'd never been close enough to a woman to ever suggest it, and it was delightful!

"I love making you happy baby, you can do anything you want to me, but can I just lay here, while you enjoy me, just this once baby, most of the times I love to move all around and stuff, but I'm so sleepy, just do whatever you want to me baby until you're satisfied," she murmured, still yawning as he gently lay on her soft, tiny form.

He loved the idea of her lying peacefully, obediently beneath him, hardly moving. His erection swelled up even harder. 

"That's okay. I always, wanted to feel so close to a woman that she'd just let me have my way with her, even if she was sleepy, and not really in the mood. I promise not to wake you up, bugging you for sex all the time. You just lay back darling you don't have to do anything. I'll get you ready, and when you're nice and wet, I'll make love to you. I will be so gentle, because I know you're tired baby. I'll make you come too. I won't take long and we can cuddle and go right back to sleep. You'll probably sleep better after a good, gentle orgasm with me. If you feel sleepy just keep your eyes closed, and lay back and be peaceful like. You don't even have to move baby, let your man do all the work," murmured Leif.

He wouldn't go back to his single days for anything in the world!

He only wanted his Lynney now, and part of the need for sex was driven because his affection for her, being with his family along with her this weekend was leapfrogging, and becoming a nice compliment for the sexual attraction he already felt.

Lynne let out a yawn, and obediently rolled over on her back, and spread her legs for him as he lay beside her. 

She was already naked, so he gently traced her thighs. He didn't want to disturb the covers, because it had gotten a little bit chilly with the California night air. But how he loved the aroma and smell of Lynne under the covers, and he gave her pussy a slow, teasing, gentle lick, wriggling the lips and parting them gently.

Lynne was so sleepy, she didn't make a sound, but she made signs of approval by tightening her shapely thighs around his face.

Leif chuckled sleepily with delight, then groaned with pleasure into her pussy as he started sucking it gently, like it was a piece of tasty fruit.

Lynne lifted her legs and wrapped them around his face, but she still lay there lazily, not moving. The lazier she was, the more it turned him on. 

He possessively cupped her soft, small breast with its nipple already rock hard. He couldn't tell if it was from sexual stimulation, or because she was chilly.

But, when he very gently started tracing around her nipple, and those two delicate moles beside the right nipple that he loved, he heard her sharp intake of breath, the intake indicating her pleasure, even though it was followed by heavy breaths, as though she had slipped back into that warm relaxed twilight between wakefulness and sleepiness. 

So adorable, and that was what he loved about her! That sweet, gentleness. He saw it in her eyes that day when they first met at the coffee shop, despite her smart mouth, tarty little sense of humor. Her smart mouth was an act that he loved, but the sweet innocence of her soul he craved.

Then he felt her hand rubbing his own, as he caressed her breast appreciatively. A small gesture that didn't take a lot of effort, but let her know how much she enjoyed his explorations.

Then, a lazy set of fingers reached down and parted her pussy lips as he was licking her gently. Her clit swelled and hardened as he lapped at it gently, slowly, flattening his tongue and bathing her with pleasure.

When she parted her pussy lips for him, and he licked gently over her swollen clit and vulva, he heard her whisper sharply. 

"Leif! baby that feels good,"

It was great effort because she was fighting drowsiness, but her whisper was so emphatic, that he knew he needed to kiss and suck her clitoris to help her feel the ecstasy.

A few more bold licks, and Leif groaned at the sweet, musky taste of her tender lips, the wonderful ripe taste of her not having a shower since the morning time. He liked the natural juices, the flavor, and the smell, reminded him of wild musk, but also, sweet, tempting treats, like dessert, all at the same time.

Those thighs had a vice like grip around his head now, sweet little creature, she'd said before that she didn't want to actively participate, and she still hadn't moved, she was just laying there, but she surely did show, in her own sleepy way that she loved what he did to her. Her passive delight in what he was doing to her, filled him with an equal amount of wonder and lust as her usual active enjoyment.

He started sucking her clit, her pussy lips and her vulva, sucking, licking and kissing like Lynne loved, while his cock ached and leaked sticky precum, already imagining burying his cock in the sweet, tight, slippery heat that he was teasing, and coaxing.

Licking and sucking so he could penetrate her and the entry would be smooth and delicious for her, like sticking a hot knife in smooth, melted butter.

A soft, sweet whisper, a barely perceptible.

"Baby you make my pussy feel good!"

And he felt her pussy muscles quivering under his gently sucking lips and licking tongue. She was having her orgasm, and it was so luscious to him to feel that lovely clit quiver into his mouth. 

And then, feeling her clutch his neck, he even felt her fingernails gripping into his neck, and she whispered.

"Climb on top of me, it's your turn baby,"

She wrapped her legs welcomingly around his waist.

The warmth of her thighs wrapping around his lower half just engulfed Leif. All that sweet feminine softness, tenderness, and passion. He tickled his aching cock with her soft pussy lips and those coarse curly hairs, and he felt Lynne reach down and spread her pussy for him.

"Take me, it's okay baby, I know you'll be gentle, do what you want, and then we can go back to sleep," she whispered.

Her tongue was in his ear.

Then he heard calm, quiet breaths, close to his ear, as though, even with all the pleasure she felt relaxed and comfortable enough that she was back to her sweet, twilight resting, hovering between wake and sleep, and the trust and tenderness between them was incredible.

He teased his cock head with the tight, wet, enveloping ring of her pussy, and he felt that slight, sweet resistance that he always felt when he first pushed inside, because she was still so marvelously tight, and juicy. 

Teasing the head of it with that hot sweetness was so lovely to Leif.

He felt drowsy too now, even as his cock warmed with the pleasure, even his balls tingled and he curled his toes.

He groaned in her ear.

"Feels good," he whispered softly.

He caressed her outer thighs with gentle hands, parting them more, groaning as his cock penetrated her at a deeper angle.

"Shit, feels so good my sweet Lynney," he whispered softly.

And it did feel good, tight, creamy, and good, each time he pushed in and out he felt the tight, sweet resistance at first, and then the sweet, juicy sound of the surrender of her body, and sharp little intakes of breath on her part, signaling her pleasure at her man's tender erotic invasion.

And her pussy made his aching dick just glow with pleasure. He wanted to come so bad, but he also wanted to give her love and pleasure, even in the middle of the drowsy quickie. 

He squeezed his ass muscles to stifle the urge to pump his hot aching seed everywhere!

"I love you inside me Leif," she panted softly, under her breath. He had to strain to hear her. 

With his fingers, he reached between them, and opened and closed her pussy lips as he was thrusting, to tickle himself with pleasure. He'd never done this with her before, but the sensation, with that tight, juicy pussy of hers was amazing. All that sweet softness lovingly massaging his aching dick, while he too hovered in the blissful twilight between wake and sleep, though he was more awake that his Lynney was. 

He felt the changes inside of Lynne too, even as he kissed her ear. In the dark, with minimal noise being made, he could hear the sweet sloppy sounds of his dick thrusting in and out of her lovely, juicy pussy. The more he thrusted, the wetter she got, the sloppier the noises of their sex. The sound aroused a deep ache and need in him, he wanted to bathe that sweet little chasm with come to make the sounds even sloppier, then keep pumping in her more, after he pumped that pussy full of his come!

In the dark, he felt a keen sense of Lynne getting slicker, and getting juicier, as her body responded physically to her natural arousal.

And finally, he felt that sweet spongy ridge inside his darling Lynne just swell more and more, and soon, with each thrust he felt it rubbing back up against her pubic bone gently as he thrusted.

Each time he did this, he got a sleepy little-

"Mmmm," from her, and she'd squeeze his buttocks with sleepy appreciation.

He started tickling the spongy ridge with his cock head, gently nudging it, over and over again, as though he was trying to wake up her pleasure.

And he leaned over to touch her perfect lips, and Lynne was nibbling them with pleasure.

Even though she was sleepy, she wrapped her legs up higher around his waist, and he felt her lace her arms over his shoulders, and she rocked into him sleepily.

Her pelvic thrusts were much more lazy and subdued than they were when she was fully awake, but he got the clear sense that his dick gave her a lot of pleasure even though she was sleepy, and the need for a second, g-spot orgasm had overcome her urge to be lazy and sleepy. 

So as she rose her hips to meet him, He gently pushed her down to the bed with his own thrusts over that ever swelling little button inside of her.

Then he felt her squeezing her thighs so tight around his waist he wouldn't be able to move if he tried, his cock nestled right up to that spongy spot.

The only sound was a sweet little hushed whisper,

"I love what you do to me with your dick!"

And then tight, rapid little clutches of her lovely pussy muscles that simply would not cease.

The tight, rapid little clutches, which felt like multiple orgasms to him. It was amazing to him as sleepy as she seemed, and it inflamed the joy in his own dick, squeezing out his pleasure, and his seed in hot, aching rivulets of steamy joy, and he planted his dick gently but deeply in her pussy to deliver that seed, over and over again.

Because she was his. And he was hers, and he loved coming inside of her.

Leif grabbed a towel beside the night table that he'd placed there to clean up after a hot, wet, nasty session like this one.

He'd just as soon let the cum dry on him, and all her lovely hot pussy juices, but he just did not want to experience that whole wet spot shit.

So, he cleaned his own self off, glad to be rid of his own come, but sorry to be wiping off her pussy juices.

Then, he gently wiped off his sleepy woman. She groaned with either appreciation for him cleaning her, or sexual pleasure or both, turned over on her side, spooning him, and whispered, as though they'd been married twenty years, and he woke her up regularly for sex-

"Did you come good baby?"

Leif let out a drowsy chuckle.

"Yeah...you felt me pumping all that come in you sweetness. I should be asking you the same question. Seems like you made out okay with your own orgasms too. I thought you were too sleepy to move, until the very end," he teased, cuddling into her spooning from behind and kissing her ear.

He snuggled his flaccid penis between her buttocks.

"Can I rest it here. Your ass is just cuddly and soft inside, I promise not to do anything else sexy, I'll let you get your rest," he added softly.

Her buttocks felt warm and amazing around his cock, but not necessarily in a sexual way, but more in a tender, loving, he could share any sweet affection with her that made his body feel good, and not be judged by her, sort of fashion.

"Of course you can baby, but if it get's hard again you're on your own until the morning. Good Night," she murmured.

But she gave his cock an affectionate squeeze with her lovely, juicy ass, and he glowed inside.

He kissed her cheek, and he could feel she was smiling, then they both fell into a slumber so deep it would have taken an act of God to wake then up during the next six hours.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 32



***

Lynne was the first to wake up snuggled up into Leif's chest. She could barely remember the drowsy sex of the night before, or the two luscious orgasms he'd given her, one clitoral orgasm to warm her up and prepare her for his entry, and a luscious g-spot orgasm she hadn't even been expecting. She looked at him adoringly. He looked so satisfied and it left her happy and proud. It was wonderful that he felt safe enough to confide his private needs. And, she was beginning to feel the space to feel safe enough to do this with her own needs with Leif as well.

What happened in the truck had been the confession of a need, deep, tender and private. A longing deep inside to make love anywhere else but plain white sheets, tucked away in bed, but she'd been much too shy to confess this longing to Leif. She'd always thought she was dirty for being kinky and wanting, even longing to do sexual things in public with Leif until it just happened. Until he brought her those good feelings in the truck, and made it safe for her to have those longings, by telling her she could have whatever she wanted. And boy did she want to do raunchy things in public with him. There were times when he rode beside her on the subway, and the color flushed to her cheeks, wishing there was a blanket in her lap and he could secretly fondle her.

And, she'd be remiss if she said she didn't enjoy the spoiling and doting she got from him. He was sweet and loving towards her in ways she'd never experienced before. Even her own family never cared for her, and pampered her the way Leif did! Running her all around to little boutiques so she could go antiquing. Making sure she got to participate in all of the fun activities for her first Christmas. Stopping her for ice-cream just because her eyes lit up when she saw the sign. He noticed, and she didn't have to ask.

For a woman who'd been equal parts forced to grow up and adhere to strict rules far before her time, and restricted from being able to experience a full technicolor life, getting to enjoy life out in the open with Leif, without fear of reprisals was beautiful. And he knew she craved affection, and he was always cuddling her and tousling her hair, feeding that deep seated longing that she had for attention. It was almost like he knew already that she had some broken spots that were love starved, and he didn't mind feeding her full. 

And now she knew how much he craved her own affection, when he'd wanted to cuddle his flaccid cock between her ass. She thought that it was sweet and adorable that he found her ass so cuddly and he could do that whenever she wanted to with her body that he enjoyed. She would never judge him.

She was learning so much about love, and that loving acceptance was part of it. Freedom to express secret longings or things they enjoyed or needed without fear of reprisal. And it was a beautiful thing. 

Lynne loved the picturesque farm. She was a nature lover, but there were not that many opportunities for her to explore nature in New York City. So, she had her garden, and she took time to explore in the park, but being in the middle of nature like this was heavenly. The last time, was when she was on the Bayou, visiting her Creole Granny as a young girl. And Lynne remembered being all set to run out in the fields behind her grandmother, barefooted, just a young girl, and her father pulled her back inside the house, sharply by her shoulder, informing her that young ladies did not walk barefoot on the grass. That had been her big opportunity to walk outside barefooted, because she certainly would never try that shit in dirty ass New York City.

But here, on the farm with Leif there was an opportunity to run around barefoot. She bet Leif took all this stuff for granted, being in the center of nature, because he was raised around this his whole life. But she cherished this opportunity. She couldn't wait to get outside, and see the beautiful sunrise. The open fields and gardens promised great iPhone pictures. 

Although they were in California, it was still winter, so mornings were still chilly out. She rifled through her suitcase to find a suitable jacket. She didn't find anything in her own clothes warm enough to wear, so she then went through Leif's luggage until she found a warm looking yellow, fleece, old Navy Parka.

She pulled it out of his stuff, and as soon as she smelled it, she started to feel all warm and fuzzy in her pussy, and the pit of her stomach, because he hadn't washed it before his journey, and it smelled like Leif, like cinnamon, and the minty dreadlock grooming products he used, and even Leif's skin. Just to smell him sent shivers through her.

He held so much loving, erotic power over her, she prayed he never abused the strong hold he had on her heart. But, looking over at him, he was such an angel, she couldn't even conceive the thought.

He was stirring, so she arranged the pillows and blankets around his body so that he would not notice she'd gone, and taken her warm body, and apparently her cuddly ass crack, and went outside barefoot to catch the sunrise.

Lynne shivered with pleasure feeling the cool grass and the dew beneath her feet. It felt raw, earthy, beautiful, and as a pleasure so long denied, even sensual. She imagined throwing Leif onto the grass, straddling him and sexing him like a wild woman, rolling around in the fresh earth. One day she'd tell him when she was less shy. Because getting dirty was forbidden growing up, imagining rolling around in the mud and getting filthy while he sexed her was a deep fantasy, and one she'd used to get off back before he was her man and she could only dream about him.

But each day she spent with Leif conjured up more fantasies than she could ever dream of.

***

He noticed Lynne was gone within five minutes. She'd taken her warmth with her, the sweet furrow of her ass, her lovely scent, and that sweet, soft, tender skin. So it didn't take him long to figure out she'd cuddled him up with the blankets, though he did chuckle at her ingenuity.

He wondered where the rascal was hiding, when he looked around the cottage and didn't see her, but then he opened up the mini blinds and he found her outside, swallowed up in his big yellow parka, looking adorable. Her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, and it looked like she was out running around barefoot. She could be so sexy and cute at the same time. He liked that she was earthy and raw like that, and that she was trying to get in tune to nature even though she was a big "city girl" as he liked to tease her.

It looked like she was standing in the field taking pictures of the sky. She'd gotten up so early to get her pictures of the morning sky, and their gardens that she hadn't wanted to disturb him. But he missed her so much.

His little cutie had taken his warmest shirt for herself, but that was okay. Lynney was more delicate than him, so she could have his shirt. He threw on a white t-shirt to go over his black sweatpants in case the air was chilly, and walked outside barefoot to meet her, the dew still rolling over the grass.

"Well there you are. You took all your warmth and cuddly softness with you, and left me in the bed, cold and alone," he teased.

Lynne giggled. A sweet and happy giggle.

"I wasn't trying to leave you all alone. I just knew I wanted to get up early. I couldn't rest until I got outside, and explored around here. It's damn beautiful, and I didn't think you'd be appreciating this shit, because you're a country boy. You're used to it," said Lynne.

He saw her inhale a huge breath into her lungs as though she was savoring the smell of the morning dew, and fresh, unpolluted air.

"You're wrong. I like it out here. I really appreciate nature's beauty. But you are right that I appreciate it more now that home is New York," he added with a grin.

He stood beside her and put his arm possessively around her waist.

She leaned into him, putting her weight on him, cuddling him from the side. Leif loved how they couldn't stand to be close to each other without being affectionate. It was what he was dreaming of when he asked her, when he was at her house saving her from the mouse, to teach him about love. He was her ardent pupil, and she was a great teacher, just with her sweet softness, innocence and delicate warmth.

He tickled her smaller toes with his own dirty toes.

She giggled.

"Cute, dirty ass toes. I'll wash them later," he teased.

"Your toes are just as dirty as mine. They're dirtier. Because they have all the grime and mold on them from before you even started walking outside," said Lynne.

Leif chuckled.

And he pinched her ass.

"Is that why you never suck my toes? Because they aren't clean?" teased Leif wiggling his eyebrows at her.

Lynne howled with sweet laughter. 

He loved their play.

She looked at him, deadpan serious and retorted.

"I'll suck any damn part of you that you want boy! I love you so much I'll put my mouth on you anywhere that you say. I just didn't think you'd want me to suck your toes...some guys seem squeamish about that type of thing, but I'll suck them after you get the outside dirt off of them," she said, tickling his toes with her own toes in the grass.

"Hmm....maybe I'll get a rain check on that. You don't have to suck them baby. I was teasing you. Wanted to see if you'd do it," he said playfully.

"Teasing is not very nice," she said, and she pinched his butt.

Then they were running in circles playfully, trying to pinch each other's butts like children.

At some point Lynne looked up at him, and stopped her eyes filled with water.

"I just....I just love being free with you. Being able to be barefooted and stuff. Because...I mean, I don't know, growing up I could never do that type of shit and all...ladies don't run barefooted. And being able to play with you and tease like this. I feel so free, and I just hope it doesn't ever stop even after we're old and married," cried Lynne.

"It...It won't ever stop. I know that you need to play. It's been a pleasure long denied my sweet Lynne, but you'll get many opportunities to play in all sorts of ways with a husband who cherishes you. Oh Lynne, I love you. I'm sorry that you couldn't be barefoot before, but it's fine with me," he added.

He dotingly patted her rear. The grin she gave him melted his heart. And that feeling traveled straight to his dick. Caring for her with tenderness aroused him. It made him feel like a manly hero that had the keys to satisfy his darling woman. 

Leif took her on a tour of the grounds. And he was very patient because she painstakingly snapped photos of each damn plant, and all sorts of things. She had such fun he didn't have the heart to interrupt the sweet creature and tell her that she'd be his wife in a few short months, and this was just the first trip of many where she could enjoy the farm. Then he saw she was loading the photos in a gardening app on her phone. She was really nerdy and smart when it came to gardening, and she'd been identifying how to care for those plants and other items of interest, unbeknownst to him as she'd snapped the photographs. Fuck, if Linda saw her, she'd want them to move back to LA and help tend to this farm! He smiled to himself.

After she was through, he grabbed her hand, and carried her into the woodshed, where they kept all their jellies, jams, and canned fruits and vegetables. His father Garret did all the canned fruits and vegetables, and his mother did all the jellies.

He knew that Lynne also would can things that she grew in her garden back in New York, like tomatoes, and other treats to use in the wintertime. So her eyes were fascinated as he spoke. He talked about the canning process a little bit, remembering the spiel from when he sometimes had to help give tours.

She looked at every single jar, turning them all around. He could see the curiosity and want burning through her fingers. 

"Baby if I could, I'd give you every fucking jar on this shelf for you to take home with you and stuff yourself full. I can't do that, because all that shit wouldn't make it back on the flight home, but you can have a lot of whatever you like baby, we'll take tons of all your favorite treats home," he added.

His nose was in the crown of her hair, smelling her sweet scented apple shampoo lovingly. Damn he loved that shit, she smelled good enough to eat. 

Lynne was still shy.

One way or another, she would learn the loving lesson that, now that she was his woman she could have whatever she wanted.

"You love jam Lynney. You can have as many flavors of jam as you want. There's a ton here," he added with a sweet smile into her hair.

"No, that's okay, that's your mother's business, it's how she makes her money, baby it's cool, I'll get some jelly when we go inside for breakfast," added Lynne.

"You're her daughter. Did you see all that shit she loaded you up with when you were sick? She'll want you to have it. She knows you're going to be my spoiled rotten wife. You love jelly baby, and damn it, you're gonna leave with at least a few that you like to taste, and you can start sampling them for breakfast," he said.

He wanted to lay it all out on the line and let her know how much he planned to spoil her for the rest of their lives, but he just didn't feel like he could make it through without his eyes watering up. So he stalled on that, pretending to be gruff, and trying to help settle his woman, who couldn't make up her mind. But his throat was thick with a lump. 

No more fucking deprivation for his Lynney. This was a woman who had no birthdays, no Christmases, and whose parents were throwing her out on her ass for daring to fall in love with someone out of her religion. She was going to have jelly and anything else made her exotic brown eyes twinkle. He simply adored her and loved when she was happy beyond anything else he'd ever imagined.

"Here's strawberry jam. Why don't you take a taste," he said. 

He opened the jar.

He stuck his finger inside the jar and loaded his finger up with it. She turned around in his arms, and he sweetly guided his proffered finger into her mouth.

She moaned with pleasure on his finger, before she began giving his finger a sweet suck, and then started licking in circles cleaning off the last of the jelly.

Damn, the motions of her tongue reminded him of the sweet, sexy way she sucked his cock, and tried to tease from every angle, sucking him hard. Damn it, she may have only been practicing on him, but she gave the most amazing blow jobs! His groin started to tingle, and soon his erection was standing out proudly between him. 

But, she kept his finger firm in her mouth long after the jelly was gone, looking up at him with these sweet, angelic, innocent doe eyes, and then she finally released his finger. She was sexy as hell. She could even make tasting jelly erotic.

"You can have as much as you like," he added, getting another healthy scoop on his finger.

He placed the pad of his finger gently in her mouth, even taking the time to playfully rub the jam on her tongue.

When he tickled her tongue gently with his finger like that, she whimpered into his own mouth. Her eyes lit up again and she traced his tongue in sweet sexy circles, over, and over, and over again, and then, the jelly was through but she still had his finger in her mouth, sucking erotically.

It was so sexy seeing her lips wrapped around his finger like that. She sucked his finger harder and deeper clear up to his knuckle. It must have been arousing to her as well, because along with giving him the doe eyes, she was moaning with pleasure.

"Would you like to try another flavor sweetheart," he asked dotingly.

She nodded eagerly and now he opened blackberry jam.

Same as before he scoped out a healthy amount on his finger. 

This time she wanted his finger so much she pulled it out of the jar and took his fingers eagerly into her mouth.

He'd been sloppy this time, and the jam was on both of his fingers. His balls ached the way she sucked his fingers clean, then licked between his fingers. Damn he wanted her mouth on his cock so bad! 

Then, then jelly long since through, she held his index finger in the pad of her mouth sucking and bobbing her mouth up and down on his finger sensually as though she was sucking his cock.

He pushed his erection up against her stomach, so she could feel what her sweet, sexy sucking did to him. How she held him putty in her loving hands. 

Her eyes glimmered with a special kind of love and fire right now. She seemed consumed with pleasure at the art of sucking his index finger just like she loved to suck his dick. Goddamn it he was so lucky she was his!

Finally she looked embarrassed. They both knew the jelly was long gone, and she was now just enjoying the taste, and feel of his fingers in her mouth for the sensual gratification.

"Baby, if you like to suck my fingers, you can suck them when you want, even if I'm not covering them with jam," he added kissing her forehead sweetly.

The love he felt for her, made it possible to be tender, even though he really wanted to grab her by her hair, and pull her down to his cock, and beg her to put out this fire she had unleashed in him, when she teased his fingers with her hot, wet mouth and soft tongue just like it was a dick.

Sweet, sensual, dirty little goddess!

She looked at him angelically, as though he'd found some pieces inside of her that were broken, and he'd found the correct fit for those pieces in his own soul.

"Is it...do you think it makes me perverted if I like sucking your fingers. I find it really sexy. But...but I also find it very soothing and comforting in a weird way," she added softly.

"Nothing, nothing we ever do together is perverted Lynney. All you have to do is tell me what your needs are, what your fantasies are baby, and I'll try like hell to make them come true. It's not...there's nothing weird, or strange, or perverted about liking to suck my fingers sexually, or even if it makes you feel comforted. It's a private pleasure you don't have to explain, like when I like to put my limp dick between your ass cheeks to sleep. Damn it, that shit feels good like you're a cuddle toy come to life with a juicy ass I can snuggle with. It's private between us, but I enjoy it. It makes me feel warm and safe. I want to do the same for you. We can make each other feel so safe, always. That's what a damn marriage is about Lynney. Apricot Jam," he said gruffly, stuffing the jelly between her lips with a gentle finger.

The gruffness was there to camouflage the sweet mushy part of his soul that she was igniting right now. 

Hell, if she liked sucking and licking fingers, and it got her off sexually, and it was emotionally satisfying, he was happy to give this to her. If she only felt comfortable doing it in the context of actually sucking things off his digits right now, then he'd fill her up with jelly until she was sick. It was quite obvious to him that she enjoyed finger sucking. And it wasn't hard to figure out why. 

She enjoyed being spoiled and getting to sample all the jams and jellies, it was the opposite of the deprivation she'd had growing up. It didn't take much to make her happy, and that made him want to pamper her even more. And, he could have just given it to her in a spoon, or letting her put her own finger in the jar. But, giving it to her in her mouth on his finger sent a loud and clear message to her, that she was special to him, and he wanted to feed and care for her physically, that she was his princess. And that was the way he wanted to care for her soul. So if it made her feel good, her stomach would be sick by this afternoon, because he sure as hell wasn't stopping unless his aching dick forced his hand because he ended up needing to fuck the living daylights out of his little woman, because the feel of her mouth on his fingers was so sexy. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 32



"Now, blueberry," he added sweetly, taking down the jar.

This time, he smeared the jelly on the pad of her soft tender lips with his fingers.

She sucked the jelly off his fingers greedily, and when she was through he had something of his own to suck on, her luscious, pouty mouth and he held it gently between his lips, sucking, and licking the jelly off.

She wasn't the only one who liked to suck things.

She moaned and whimpered so hard into his mouth.

Then she stood on her tippy toes, and pulled his face downwards to him so hard he had to lean into her for balance. She kissed him wildly, heatedly almost violently, she mashed her lips to his so hard, it almost hurt. Her eyes were veiled with steamy lust.

Her jam flavored kiss tasted so good, he groaned, and struggled to tease her own tongue for more of her sweet, warm flavor, but she kissed him so wildly, so erotically, sloppily and headily that even though his tongue was much larger than her own, there was simply nowhere for his tongue to go.

He had to settle with grabbing her luscious ass through her Levis. That gorgeous figure she had drove him mad, and he released some of his damn lust squeezing and groping her ass.

She moved her hips in a sensual motion close to his cock.

"I love when I make you hard Leif, it makes me feel beautiful," she murmured.

"I'm glad, because you're so fucking beautiful, I can't stand it sometimes," he murmured softly. 

She bit his lower lip, a little hard, hard enough that the motion of it shocked him, and he let out a startled growl.

"I can't help it. You're so good to me baby, you're so sweet to me, it makes me want to get on my knees and satisfy you baby! I know I don't need to take this off to suck your dick, but I love to look at your broad chest and arms while I please you " she moaned sweetly, lifting his shirt by the hem.

He grinned at her.

"Oh baby, you should be letting your man please you. I could smear that jam all over your pussy and lick it clean, 'till you squeal. But then, you make your own sweet juices, so no need for jelly, it's sweet enough already," he teased tenderly.

Lynne giggled with delight.

"Not now baby, it's my turn. I want to suck you so bad! I've wanted to since we stopped for ice-cream yesterday," she panted.

Lynne's hot and bothered voice begging to suck his cock, in that New York city accent had him so horny he squeezed his fists together behind her head to keep himself from mashing her face lustily to his dick as she kissed and teased around his belly button, and then over his pelvis, before pulling his sweatpants down around his ankles.

He felt her hot mouth on his kneecap, and kissing his inner thighs and he groaned.

This sweet pleasure they shared with the jam must have unleashed some deep buried needs and longings and he was so lucky to be the recipient of the pleasure that resulted. It was so fucking beautiful the way the emotional love increased the erotic temperature of their relationship.

She bit his haunches, sucked his balls, and then she mercifully plunged his aching dick deep in the steamy, soft, moist interior of her mouth. She took him back as deep as she could get him, sucking him with ferocious and adoring intensity. 

"Lynney," cried Leif hoarsely.

Those big brown eyes staring up at him, looking for his love, for his approval, wanting to be a good woman and please her man. She wouldn't be longing for love, or unsure of her place in his heart, not as long she was his woman.

Even in the throes of heated sexual pleasure, he made it a point to let her know how loved she was. Caressing her cheeks and mouth lovingly, and moaning-

"Baby I love you," and

"That's perfect sweetheart," several times.

Soon though the pleasure got to him too much to talk.

Lynne kept staring up and him dotingly. She varied her speed and her pressure. When she thought he was about to explode, she'd move her mouth away, and start licking his dick and the slit like a lollypop.

"What are you doing baby, I was about to come!" he groaned each time.

"I want to make you feel so good when you come. I want to make you feel as good in your body as my heart feels," said Lynne softly.

He didn't know how much more pleasure his cock could stand. His dick felt so hot and full, it hurt, literally. It took all he could stand sometimes not to fuck the living daylights out of Lynne, but he did not want to scare her...wanted her to be ready for the good steamy fucking. 

This time he held her cheek firmly to his penis.

"Make your man come baby. I can't stand too much more teasing. If you keep teasing, I'm going to bend you over that chair over there, and I won't be able to be nice, because I need to come darlin'. Don't tease. Why don't you let me save the rougher stuff for after the wedding," he murmured sweetly.

He was warning her. If she teased him again, he'd bend her over that stool in the corner and fuck her tight pussy until it ached with the sweetest pleasure. In addition to warning her, he wanted to give her what she needed. He didn't think she was ready for him to fuck her, but if she teased him again, knowing what he'd just groaned, he would know she was ready for him to screw her pussy hard, bring her rough sensual joy! Make her come harder and stronger than she'd ever come before. But, if she finished sucking his dick until he came, he knew that she needed to learn more about sweet tenderness first. Either way was fine with him. He wanted it to be at her pace, just like making love had been.

Lynne looked at him like a misbehaving angel, but she gripped his cock firmly, and showered him with oral pleasure, giving him the firm sucks and the saucy licks he needed to bring him over the edge.

He couldn't help it. He tangled his fingers in her ponytail, pulling it softly. She was so tender and lovely it was taking an act of god not to screw her brains out. 

When he pulled her hair, she looked at him with those exotic brown eyes, peeping at him through her adorable glasses, and they were foggy with lust. She pulled his hot aching cock out of his mouth.

She blew on the tip of it. 

"Lynne, sweetness. You're gonna get it if you don't quit it, sugar I want to be patient with you!" he moaned grabbing her face emphatically.

"I'm not teasing you, I'm worshiping you," she moaned huskily.

She kissed his cockhead indulgently. Then she started tickling his aching cock with the smooth skin of her face. Her soft skin was so perfect, and she was so beautiful. The contrast of his throbbing pink cock next to that angelic light tan skin inflamed him. So sweet, so innocent, but in private, because she could feel how much he loved her, she turned into a tender, obedient slutty little temptress- only for him. 

But the feeling and the visual of what she was doing was so sensual he squeezed his ass together to prolong the urge to come. Leif had never had his cock worshiped the way his Lynney worshiped him, and he felt lucky to have her rubbing his dick raunchily on her beautiful face. 

And she knew what would happen. She knew he was going to blow a monstrous load on her pretty little face, and soft skin. Damn it he loved her! He loved her so much his eyes swelled up with water.

Now she was teasing his cock sweetly with that adorable cleft under her lip that led towards her chin dimple. His cock tingled with the urge to spew his seed!

God he was going to come on her beautiful face, all over it, and she looked at him adoringly as though she wanted his spunk all over her face so bad she was lovesick.

"Sweetie, sugar, I'm gonna come," he moaned, nibbling his lips.

"Oh baby I know, I want it all over me," she murmured, and she grabbed his cock and licked and sucked it again.

She even brought it over her neck.

"I love your thick, sexy dick," she moaned.

She brought it back up over her chin dimple, rubbing it.

Kissing it.

Stopping occasionally to tease it with a lick.

He wanted it on that cute chin dimple and on her lips. When she started kissing his cock again, he teasingly ran his fat dick head under the soft sweet ridge of her button lip and over that chin dimple.

"Come on me baby, please Leify," she panted huskily.

"Mmm, my Lynney, love you so much," he groaned, looking at her beautiful face and caressing her cheeks and ears indulgently.

The head of his cock felt so good butting up to that precious adorable chin dimple. He relaxed his ass and let the hot come spew satisfyingly out of his aching cock. His dick, his anus, his balls, all tingly with pleasure as he rubbed her porcelain skin with his cock. 

It was so good for him, he was winded for a few seconds, and then, he was able to groan just as he saw his pearly white essence froth and splatter out of the fat slit of his dick and all over her pretty mouth, and chin.

He looked into her eyes to gauge her reaction, but he couldn't see her eyes. She'd shut them with the sweetest rapture.

"Mmm, it's so hot and good! I love how you mark me up, with your cum, love being your little woman, you can do whatever you want to me," she murmured softly.

"Oh sweetie, baby it looks so beautiful on you. I love seeing my come on your pretty skin," he murmured and he got on his knees indulgently adoringly stroking the crown of her hair. 

There were white pearly gobs all over her chin, and mouth, and she didn't even flinch when he'd bathed her in his semen. He was glad she was wearing a ponytail, he came so hard it would have gotten in her hair. No woman had ever let him do that to her before, but he knew why! Lynney wanted to bathe in his semen because she loved him and that love for him brought out a wild nasty side that she trusted him to protect.

And she crouched in front of him obediently. She was on her knees and he was on his knees.

"I won't clean it off until you're ready for me to do it. It's still warm on my face too," she added softly, sweetly.

And he saw her reach her hand down between the crotch of her Levis and start to squeeze and rub her pussy through the jeans, as though wearing his ejaculate was turning her on.

She didn't have to touch herself anymore unless she wanted to. And, he loved eating his come with her; it was his steamiest pleasure to clean it off.

"You don't need to touch yourself baby, unless you want to. Let your man take care of you. I'll suck your pussy in a minute, but let me clean your face off first," he added taking her delicate fingers under his nose.

He could smell her wetness on her own fingers even through the jeans. Yummy. He'd give her such a good orgasm in return for what they just shared.

"Whatever you say baby!" said Lynne passionately. 

He looked at her indulgently.

"You've made quite a mess young lady, but I love sucking your sweet chin," he murmured playfully.

Her eyes glimmered with the sweetest lust at the comment he made, and he licked and sucked his salty sweet come off of her chin, and off of her lips.

Lynne tangled her fingers in his dreadlocks, and he loved the taste of her mouth, and the flavor of his own spunk. He loved sharing the filthiness of the private act of eating his come with her. 

He just wished that he had some of her pussy juices to add to the flavor.

After he finished sucking her lips and chin clean, he grabbed his white t-shirt and started dotingly wiping off her face.

"Just in case I missed a spot," said Leif tenderly.

She glowed in his adoration and pampering.

"Oh shit, that was amazing! I wanted you to know how much I loved you. That was why I kept stopping when I was pleasuring your cock. Wanted you to know you could go wherever you wanted. I didn't mean to tease," she said.

"Darlin', teasing your man is totally fine. It's a good thing. I can't wait till you're my precious wifey. All this teasing is going to get you in so much trouble. It's going to be fun, yummy rough trouble, and you'll love it," 

"I can't wait, I want to be real good at being bad, so I can have lots of trouble with you," she said giggling saucily.

He loved her sweet sense of humor.

But now that he had the taste of his own spunk on his lips, he wanted the taste of her sweet pussy mingling with the flavor.

"Lynney, it's my turn now. I want you to stand up, take off your pants and panties and go sit on that stool over there," he added pointing to a stool that his parents used as a workbench when they made the jams and jellies.

"I...I....I don't want to get my juices on that stool. I don't want to leave an odor, then they might know we were in here, playing nasty games," she added blushing shyly.

"Baby, you don't have a stench. I...I don't know where you picked up information about women having odors but, I love the smell of your pussy baby. And it's not like you're an animal who will leave behind a stinky smell. Don't think of your body that way. I don't like it sweetheart. That's the only thing I don't like! I want you to be comfortable with me. The stool is metal, so it wouldn't hold a scent anyway, and I can wipe it off with my t-shirt afterwards. Don't worry about covering it with your juices. The smell of your pussy is a luscious smell. That stool is lucky for you sitting on it. Take off the jeans and panties, and sit on the stool. I won't ask again," he added with firmness in his voice.

He swatted her ass hard.

"Ouch! Stop," she squealed, and she giggled, but she had delight in her eyes when she took down her pants.

He could see that she liked when he gave her permission to be sensual by simply telling her what she should be doing when she was too embarrassed to make a sexual move. His sweetie liked to be dominated just a tad bit. He was learning her.

Him taking control a little bit probably relieved her from prior guilt and hang-ups. He was happy to help in this matter. He was her man, and that was his job!

After he took down her pants, he saw her precious white cotton panty crotch. So damp it was gray. Sucking his cock made her that horny. She looked darling and helpless, wearing nothing but his huge yellow old navy parka and those white panties with the dripping wet crotch. 

He was happy that he knew how to satisfy her and make her scream.

She was so damn cute walking towards the stool in her soaking wet underwear.

"Did I say for you to keep the panties on?" he asked with a firm hint in his voice.

His cock started to tingle again. She needed to be tenderly led, and he was learning how much he liked leading sometimes, but only in tenderness and love, to increase her pleasure and security in their intimacy, never to hurt her. 

"No...No you didn't, I'll take them off now Leify, I love to be your good girl," she said batting her eyes with playful shyness. 

"Now when you become my sweet wifey, you need to always listen to what your husband says because he knows how to give his wifey pleasure. This disobedience to me in the bedroom when I want to pleasure your body won't be allowed. I want what's best for you. My job is to spoil you with love, and kindness, and give you a lot of pleasure, so you need to be good and do what I say so that can happen baby. Making you have great orgasms will be one of my jobs as your husband. Take off your panties, leave on my parka, and sit on the stool," he murmured, swatting her ass.

"Yes baby," said Lynne submissively.

She looked at him coyly. They were playing the roles that he loved, tender loving teacher and eager to please student. 

***

Damn she loved submitting to him in some ways! She ached to please him, and each time she did, he rewarded her by making her feel so loved and special. She felt perfect in his eyes and it was such a new feeling. Honestly, never felt adored by anyone before. She was receiving that feeling ten times over as a reward now! 

Stuffing her full with jam, giving her his fingers to sample. And that shit had felt both so erotic and nurturing at the same time. She felt comforted, and pampered and adored, like his precious little woman when she sucked his fingers. It left her feeling full of tingly lust and good feelings, but rather than project those feelings onto the tingly feeling in her pussy, she wanted to turn it outwards and shower Leif with love and pleasure so he could see what it felt like to be adored the way he made her feel. That was why she wanted him to come on her face! She was happy to know that she succeeded at making him feel special. She loved wearing his come, and loved the way he'd cleaned it off, sensually and tenderly, he didn't mind sucking up his come, and then sharing the sweet, hot saltiness with her. Yum!

She'd felt shy to sit on his parents workbench and bare her ass nastily to him for licking and sucking, because she was scared they'd leave that stool smelling like sex, even though she loved having sex in fun places besides the bedroom and she fantasized about it forever! But he'd made her feel reassured about her own womanly smell, leaving a scent that someone else could detect, and he'd basically just told her that she was going to sit on the bench. It was wonderful to be led like that sometimes, because even though she was sensual, ultimately she was shy with new experiences sometimes. He was such a loving man, and he knew what she needed, and when she needed it, and she couldn't wait to be his wife, she'd do whatever he asked her to do as her husband!

She was glad he let her keep on his sweater, because the sun had barely risen and it was still cold. She also imagined that he'd had her leave it on, because he liked the visual of her in his shirt.

Lynne sat obediently on the metal stool, and she shivered because it was cold.

"Oh baby, is it cold? I don't want you cold. You don't have to sit down. Squat. It'll feel better to squat when I eat you anyway. Your pussy will warm it up soon enough," he said indulgently.

He turned her around on the workbench so her ass was towards his face. He reached between her haunches and pulled them apart spreading her wide. He spread her so wide she knew he could see everything, and she blushed. 

Damn it, his hot fingers, contrasted with her cold thighs on the stool felt heavenly. He'd exposed her hot, moist insides to the cold air and Lynne groaned at the contrast in temperatures.

"So sweet and tender, damn it, I can't wait!" he growled.

He just started flattening his tongue, licking her under her ass and over her pussy as she leaned forward gripping the bench.

His hot tongue filled her with pleasure, and soon she didn't even think about how cold the metal felt to her feet, and thighs as she stood on the sides of the stool, leaning her ass in the air so that she could get a better feel of his tongue.

His sweet strokes against her vulva and clitoris from behind filled her with the sweetest of hot slippery pleasures at the expert skill of his tongue. 

"Ah! Leif!" her cry of relief and pleasure echoed noisily in the shed.

He started licking the sweet spot between her pussy and her ass, and then drawing tender circles over her anus. Lynne rocked her ass back and forth over the circles of his tongue, then leaned forward to be pleasured further by him penetrating her femininity with his tongue.

He curled it deep within her and twirled his tongue in heavenly, slippery, emphatic motions, over and over again.

Lynne knew she was making a crazy face due to her overwhelming pleasure, she was just glad her back was to Leif so he couldn't see.

She couldn't stand it any more, and she parted her pussy lips with her fingers, and rocked her hips back, which brought his tongue mercifully over her clit hood, which was now so sensitive and aroused that she jumped back a little.

She'd never been so aroused her clit was sore. She was shocked there were still deeper levels of arousal to reach with Leif, than the steamy heat she'd already experienced over the last three months. She reached between her haunches and started opening and closing her pussy lips, teasing her clit hood and her outer pussy lips with his gently licking tongue.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 32



Leif alternated his strokes, between heavenly strokes with a lazy flat tongue and firm targeted strokes to tantalize her clit and pussy.

Sometimes he would groan.

"Tastes too sweet not to suck," and open his mouth as wide as he could sucking her pussy and ass, and teasing her haunches. 

As soon as she groaned with pleasure at his sucking motions, he'd rub her clit gently with his tongue or penetrate her, then going back to sucking her.

"Please let me feel you inside me! Baby I need it. I'll make you hard again!" she cried.

She wanted to come with his fat dick stretching her out and she was sick inside with her longings, and sorry that she'd spoiled it earlier even though she loved him coming on her face.

"You think it's hard for me to get an erection again, as much as I love you Lynney. Is that what you think baby girl?" he asked sweetly.

He took his flaccid penis and gently butted it up against her crack.

"You feel how soft, and sweet and lovely you are baby. You think it's hard for your man to get aroused after he comes. It ain't hard for me. I adore you. What's wrong with you silly girl," he asked, and he ran his cock all along the fat place on her ass where it met her thigh.

She felt his cock start to rise, and he rubbed it gently against her back.

"So damn soft and beautiful, from your head to your little toes," he moaned sweetly. 

His cock swelled further, and now he started to drizzle her skin with the delicious precum leaking from his cock. 

She didn't even realize that she was crying until she saw her tears dripping on the workbench. He made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world!

"What's wrong," he added gripping her chin and kissing her forehead adoringly.

"Nothing, I feel pretty when you get hard again for me so quick!" she cried out happily.

"You are very pretty to your man darlin'," he added sweetly. Now he pressed his hardened cock gently up against the entrance of her vagina.

She wanted it so much now she rocked backwards teasingly into his cock, groaning with pleasure as his fat dick stretched her out, and once buried inside her, rubbed against her g-spot. Lynne knew instinctively that this time was for her. Leif was barely moving.

"Damn baby, you're so tight and good," he moaned softly.

"You're good to me too Leify," murmured Lynne huskily. 

He just planted his hands sweetly on her waist.

"Do what pleases you," he growled sweetly in her ear, kissing and sucking it.

She rocked back and forth over his dick, with slow, but deep strokes. His cock was so thick, and she was so tight, that she was stretching to invite him inside, even as wet and horny as she was, but the sensation of that fat dick stretching her out from behind as she bent over the stool felt amazing! Lynne craved slow, sensual, but deep movements. It made the length and girth of his manhood feel so good. His thick cock satisfyingly stretched her pussy, while his fat head pumped and rocked against her g-spot.

As though that wasn't satisfying enough, his husky fingers were fighting with her own between her legs, to tease and please her clitoris. 

"I love you my beautiful Lynney. I know you're almost there. Come for me baby," he groaned in her ear, nibbling it with passion.

It was as though his words sprung forth a wellspring of passion and pleasure from deep in her soul. And, once again, determined to spoil her with sensation and pleasure, he took his gently rubbing fingers from over her clitoris and placed them in her mouth.

Lynne groaned with pleasure. Her own taste was much more erotic than licking the fucking jam off his fingers. And he gave her the private pleasure she loved, that was erotic and soothing at the same time, sucking his fingers. She felt consumed by him, penetrated by tender fingers in her mouth, penetrated by his thick shaft between her legs. All of her body offered up for him to enjoy. 

And she no longer had to feel ashamed of joy or pleasure, even loving his fingers. She moaned, sucked his fingers, and wriggled her hips slowly back and forth, back and forth, bumping and nudging her g-spot in a gentle frenzy as the warmth spread through her pussy, her womb, and even trickled down into her ass, all the areas contracting in blissful harmony. 

The only thing that stopped her from screaming out was that she was still sucking his fingers passionately. She kept squeezing and relaxing her pussy muscles riding the wave of the joys of multiple orgasms. The pleasure washed over her in such a huge wave she was glad his fingers were in her mouth, or her cry would have rocked the heavens.

Finally she released his fingers, feeling that she was in danger of accidentally biting them due to the pleasure she was feeling as the contraction of her pussy winded down to a conclusion. 

She slowed her rocking, and felt a tinge of slippery warmth spreading between her legs accompanied by a low masculine groan. It wasn't as much semen as usual because he'd just came on her face, but it was enough to let her know that he was pleased, and that it was safe to gently release his cock from the hold of her pussy muscles.

"Leify I love you so much baby! Your dick felt so amazing inside me," panted Lynne softly, satisfied.

"Love you too Lynney, glad I make you feel good darlin'. Love to feel your sweet pussy too," said Leif sweetly kissing the crown of her hair.

The two of them were so winded from their sexual activities that Lynne sat exhaustedly on the stool trying to catch her breath while he gripped her protectively around the waist, his sweatpants still around his ankles.

Finally Lynne swirled around and looked at Leif. She was both satiated and sleepy. He gently cleaned off her wet thighs with his white t-shirt.

He wiped off the stool with his white t-shirt as well, before slipping on the shirt, which was stained with his come and her juices.

Lynne blushed hard, and prayed that they didn't run into any of his family on the way back to the cottage. They needed to hurry out of that cottage, she would die if someone saw that cum and pussy juiced stained t-shirt he was wearing. 

"Are you done with my fingers and my dick for now Lynney? Because you can have more if you want either. I'm here to please you," he added with a grin, kissing the inside of her palm.

"Yeah baby, I feel so relaxed and satisfied. God, I'm sleepy! I need another nap!" She cried, stretching and yawning as he gently handed her clothes to her, helping her get redressed.

"Well you've been quite busy missy. You should be tired. You've been sucking jam. Sucking your man's dick, then getting your sweet pussy eaten. Getting made love to deeply and slowly from behind, you've been a busy young wifey in training," he teased swatting her ass.

Lynne glared at him.

"Like you didn't enjoy every fucking minute of it! You should be tired too. You are nasty yourself," snapped Lynne.

She knew he was teasing her but he embarrassed her and made her cheeks warm.

"Don't be so defensive. I'm teasing you woman! I think it's adorable when you are so sensual, but yet, so, so shy about how much you like sex. You love sex, and that's wonderful baby. I love it too! Damn. Never knew doggy could be sweet and tender like that. I'm learning so much from you baby, you aren't the only one who is learning," he added, swatting her bottom dotingly.

"I love what we are learning, and teaching to each other," added Lynne yawning again.

"Come on, let's get a nap before we open our Christmas gifts. Everyone sleeps late on Christmas morning anyway," said Leif.

They walked hand in hand back to the cottage, and collapsed into a nap, Lynne still in her parka and Levis, while Leif cuddled behind her, thankfully stripped of the cum stained t-shirt. 

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 33



***

They slept so long that it was almost eleven when they woke up. They took separate showers rather than together at Lynne's insistence. She was afraid if they showered together, they'd end up fooling around until the late afternoon.

After they dressed, they walked across the property to the big house, and Lynne was glad to see that Leif's family was just waking up.

Lynne and Linda quickly went into the kitchen, fixing breakfast for the family.

They were all laughing, and cutting up, and everyone loved Lynne's biscuits. Leif had brought in all three or four of the jellies that they sampled in the woodshed.

"Lynney loves Jam, so I gave her a few to take home. She was concerned that you'd be mad," said Leif teasingly.

"Of course I'm not mad. Take what you want! Are you sure that's all you want? Your father has a sample pack with all the flavors that we sell in a gift basket. We'll give you one to take home. We make honey too," said his mother.

Lynne smiled at his mother. She was so sweet and kind.

"Yeah I remember the honey. You gave me a huge sample of it when I had that cold. It was fabulous!" said Lynne.

"Yeah. I don't know about needing jam samples either. She's real greedy for jam. She ate a bunch of that jam in the woodshed," said Leif with a devilish twinkle in his eye.

Lynne glared at him. She shared a secret glance with him remembering the trouble the jelly got them in, and reddened. Jam wasn't the only thing that got sucked on in their woodshed. They'd marked it with a steamy memory forever now.

"You plied me with that Jelly. I said no, I'd wait for breakfast! You kept asking me if I wanted to taste it, and giving it to me, feeding it to me even, and now you're trying to call me out in front of our folks. I'll deal with you later," said Lynne, her hand on her hip.

Lynne pinched his meat hard in his side and he yelped and then chuckled. 

"But baby, I love when you punish me, that's not upsetting me at all, it's okay if you love jam, you're like a greedy little kid," said Leif looking at her with playful blue puppy dog eyes.

"I'm going to be sick around you two, is what's going to happen! If you two decide to have kids, you'll cut it out, they'll keep you too busy for all this foolishness, just like with your father and I," said his mother playfully as they all chuckled.

**

Lynne was so excited for her first Christmas. She couldn't wait to open presents, and to see Leif's expression when he saw the Christmas presents she was giving him, especially his guitar. Her sweet man had wanted her to make a list for Santa. Even though he knew she was much too old to believe in Santa, he wanted her to experience making her own list. He playfully told her that if she was good, she'd get everything on the list, plus more if she sat in his lap while she read her list. He called himself Leify Claus. Lynne had laughed so hysterically she snorted. She playfully accused him of being up to no good, with the Leify Claus business. 

But, she didn't make a list, even though he'd given her his moleskin notebook and a pen, and he was dead serious. She felt too silly to make a list at twenty-three. He told her, list, or not he was going to spoil the hell out of her, and find out just what she wanted, like with her engagement ring. And, next year, if she didn't produce a list, he'd promised her a firm spanking. He wanted her to see what it was like to make a list and get excited for what was under the tree. And, he told her it was very good practice for when they had their own children, and gave them Christmas.

Everyone got their presents from under the tree. Lynne couldn't believe how many presents she had under the tree. There were a dozen presents, and she was both embarrassed and delighted by the spoiling.

"Leif there are so many! I don't want you to spend so much on me baby...we need to start saving for our married lives together," said Lynne.

But her eyes were so watery with emotion. He adored her, and he didn't care who else saw it either! Didn't care if his family knew she was his spoiled princess. Being spoiled rotten was new for Lynne!

"Oh Lynney, don't be such a tight ass with our finances. And, anyway, nothing in your gifts is all that expensive. Okay so a few of them are, but most of them are cheap things that I know you love. And, I wrapped some things I didn't need to. I just want you to have a lot of fun opening your presents baby," said Leif.

"I want you to have fun too! It was just as much fun for me too, selecting things I thought you would like, and even getting things for your family. You're gonna make me so rotten Leif," scolded Lynne.

"That's the plan. I told you, you were gonna be rotten if you were my girl. I meant it, so now you see it," he said sweetly.

He pulled her full on into his lap for her to open the presents. Once she was in his lap he put his mouth close to her ear. 

"I...I'm trying to make up for twenty three years of no Christmases. There are twelve presents here, and I'll get you twelve gifts next year...so you'll have one for each Christmas you missed. Then you're even," he whispered.

Lynne appreciated him whispering that last part to her. It embarrassed her the way she hadn't had Christmases, and other normal things, and she didn't want to call attention to it around his family yet. Still, his private reasoning filled her soul so full, she didn't know how she was going to make it through this Christmas morning without crying because her heart felt full of happy, special feelings. 

She was so touched she just sort of stared at the presents and turned them each around once, looking at the intricate wrapping paper. He'd gotten Christmas tree wrapping paper, Santa Claus wrapping paper, little elves, just all sorts of designs. Each present had a different kind of wrapping paper and different kind of bow. Clearly he wanted to make her first Christmas memorable. She was so overcome with emotion she couldn't even remember to open them. Her hands trembled as she picked up each present, shaking the box. Trying to figure out what was inside. What fun! Damn she loved her thoughtful man.

Thankfully his own family was busy having a good time opening their presents, ripping the paper off of their own gifts and throwing it into the pile in the middle of the floor. It was quite plain that they loved Christmas, and it brought out the child like fun in everyone even though they were all grown adults. It made Lynne feel much more comfortable about her own giddiness with her first holiday. 

"Go on and open them, we don't have all day Lynney," he said gruffly, feigning annoyance with her, and he smacked her ass playfully as she sat in his lap.

But Leif's voice was husky. She was not fooled by his gruffness. He was touched, because he could see how much his attention to details, the little things, special wrapping paper, and so many presents was making her first Christmas so special. He was gruff, because he was afraid of being overcome by his own emotion.

"You're such a phony! Fake meanness. You're happy that I'm happy," she whispered huskily into his ear, and she bit his earlobe playfully as he chuckled.

"No, I'm not faking meanness, you're just slow little tortoise. You're slow about starting everything, Always have been slow. But once you get started on something, look out, it's amazing and beautiful, just like our love is. Open your fucking presents sweetie, everyone else has already started," he teased pinching her ass. 

Oh shit, the warmth and affection between them made her aroused, even in front of his family. She squirmed in his lap, and prayed no one could detect the special heat that flowed below at his doting and playful affection.

She laced her fingernail under the wrapping paper. She slowly unwrapped her first present with a glimmer in her eye.

"How can you stand to open that shit so slow Lynney!" groaned Leif.

"I like to savor stuff. And I'm saving the wrapping paper. We might be able to use it next year," she quipped.

He chuckled. 

"You're a mess!" he teased.

She finally opened her first present from Leif, a vintage Queen Album. One that she did not have! He knew she loved all kinds of music, and the fact that he knew what she had, and what she didn't have touched her.

"Wow, it's in great shape too!" said Lynne.

There were other records wrapped up for Lynne, and she guessed by the shape of the packages which were records, and she opened them each in succession. 

He'd gotten her a Barbara Streisand Record, another that she did not have, a Bad Brains Record, and a vintage Aretha Franklin record. He knew her eclectic all over the board taste, and he'd been spying at those vintage records she already had on her massive album shelf. 

"Baby, I love records....and all people that I love. So sweet!" she said, her eyes full of water and she kissed his cheek.

"Well of course you love records sweetie, any artist, any person as diverse as you are, loves to feed on that shit. But I got you lots of stuff that I know you love Lynney, so don't get side tracked. Keep up tortoise," he added, moving the wrapping paper aside, and sticking more gifts in her lap, like she was his spoiled princess.

"What about your own gifts. Leif I've got you some nice stuff too, I want to see you open some," she said sweetly.

"I can stand to wait. I had Christmas growing up. You never had it. I'd like to enjoy seeing you so happy with your gifts. Scoot," he added playfully in her ear slapping her ass.

"You know what sometimes Leif, I think everything is an excuse to smack my ass," said Lynne starting on her next batch of presents, slowly, with a fingernail.

"Hell yeah, it is. I've been looking for excuses to smack it since I met you. And, anyways, you love to tease. I got your number. You like to do things slow as hell Lynney. And we can be slow a lot of the time, but when you're my wife, you'll have to enjoy some things a little more speedy as well occasionally. You'll learn good," he said saucily in her ear.

In part, Lynne was glad she'd waited so long for Christmas. Opening presents in his lap while he purred all these innuendos in her ears, his voice barely above a whisper while her cheeks flushed, was such a delightful experience. A hell of a lot more fun than being a little kid waiting for Santa. Leif was her grown up Santa, and he had something special for her waiting in his lap that was already rising a little, she felt it poking slightly into her thigh. 

She unwrapped the few presents slowly, carefully setting aside the wrapping paper while Leif sighed. He was getting anxious watching her unwrap the presents because he wanted to see her delight. Meanwhile, she was loving teasing him by being slower than she would have been were he not goading her to do the opposite. She loved the cat and mouse games they played as much as Leif did.

She opened the boxes to two of her presents. And she was so overcome she started crying into the boxes.

"Don't cry near that shit, I don't know, might ruin the lacy stuff," he said gruffly.

"My vintage clothes Layaway! You got that shit out!! I was paying on it a little at a time. I was going to be able to get it out by March, but I wanted those clothes so much! How did you know!" asked Lynne.

"Oh come on woman, that shit was unbelievably easy! You go in there all the time, trying on shit and asking my opinion, and sometimes Janelle's opinion. That woman is making a fortune on you. And, you always give her something to hold. So, one day I just went over there when you weren't there, and asked about what you were putting on hold. I described you. I stretched the truth a little and said I was your husband. When she told me how much the layaway was, I said, ouch, but I got it anyway. I well figured you wanted those clothes out pretty badly, and a lot of those clothes are wintery...I just didn't want you to wait until March baby. I just think you've waited long enough to be happy, and...where possible, I want you to have what you want. And I want to be the man to give it to you. That makes me feel like a man and shit. Giving my woman something she wants," he added as though an afterthought.

And he did truly give her something that she wanted. Lynne had never been deprived materially before, but the gifts her parents gave her, and that her ex gave her, were gifts that represented the kind of person that they wanted Lynne to be. They did not represent the woman that Lynne truly was. Leif gave her gifts from his heart for her to genuinely enjoy, not as a part of molding her as a person. 

"You are a real man! And you make me feel like a real woman too! A real, beautiful woman, who is so loved by her man! I can't believe you snuck over there and got my clothes out of Layaway. It's like the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. That you'd spy on it like that, to make me happy. That you'd get those clothes out because you wanted me to have them now, rather than pay on them a little bit at a time. I love this lace top! It's antique lace too! And the skirt! And the Fur hat! And you wait until you see what I do with this on stage! Oh Leif, baby I love you so much! Now I can't wait for you to open your own presents," cried Lynne.

"I will, but one more present for yourself slowpoke. It's actually my favorite, so please open in a hurry," he added sitting two small boxes in her hands.

Lynne quickly opened the box, and was stunned to see a vintage black and white Gameboy.

"Leif! I never had one of these growing up. My dad thought the portable game would take too much attention off my schoolwork, and he couldn't control it like the Nintendo in the family room, when I was growing up, so....so I always wanted one and never got around to getting it since I've been grown....but...I never expected to get one like this!"

"I know....we had this talk, you always get outbid on the Gameboy at the last second on ebay. I know. I got in cahoots with Linda on that one. She's a pro ebay bidder. I told her you wanted one for Christmas, she bid for me, and I sent her the money. Piece of cake. If you need something on ebay, and you keep losing it Linda's your ally, so now you know," said Leif with a grin.

Now Lynne opened the next box feverishly because the Gameboy had stoked her curiosity.

"I can't believe there's still another gift! I love my gifts already! I never thought I'd be getting such cool stuff. I thought I'd get a sweater from you and some gift cards. Not stuff I've wanted some of it, for my whole life!"

"Well now you've gotta be a good girl, or next time you'll get the coal you promised me earlier when I teased you about those pretty ass Christmas cookies you made," he added playfully.

"Games! And the Gameboy magnifying glass and light! I loved that goofy ass shit," said Lynne chuckling.

"Yeah, I remember everything you say Lynney. Dreaming about that dumb ass light so that you could play the Gameboy at night, in bed, when you're supposed to be asleep just like you play those lame ass iPhone games, when you're supposed to be sleeping beside me peacefully at night. Yep. Exactly sweetheart, you need that nightlight. Plus you can't play that thing without games," he teased.

After she'd opened everything, she enthusiastically threw her arms around his waist and kissed his cheek again and again.

"Someone's happy with her Christmas presents," said his father.

"Yeah, I'm real happy!" chuckled Lynne.

"Is that Gameboy in good shape Lynne, because I'll be sure to leave a poor review if it's not," said his mother.

"I haven't played with it yet, but it looks like it's in Great shape," said Lynne.

"Come on Leif, now it's your turn!" cried Lynne.

She didn't have as many presents to give him as he gave her, but she hoped that he liked what she'd given him, especially getting him back the guitar.

She slid out of his lap and placed his gifts at his feet.

"So now I get to see what's in that big ass box! I can't believe it's for me. Biggest fucking box ever! I should already be kissing you for such a big present. What the hell is it babe?" asked Leif.

He rubbed his hands together and his sexy blue eyes glimmered with delight.

"You have to open it to find out silly, that's the point," said Lynne smiling at him.

He slapped her ass playfully, and tore into the wrapping paper with none of the delicateness that she'd shown earlier when opening her own presents.

"Is that....is that...is that the guitar!" stammered Leif.

Lynne looked at him shyly, licked her lips and nodded.

"Hot Damn!" exclaimed Leif, with a happy chuckle.

He slapped his own thigh.

He pulled it happily out of the guitar case. He carefully picked it up, turned it around, and examined it, as though he was making sure that nothing had damaged it since he'd last seen it.

"It's the sweetest guitar ever, and you got her back for me. Best damn present I ever got besides you Lynney!" he exclaimed.

He embraced her so hard it almost felt like he was lifting her off the floor.

"See, just how you respond, saying shit like that, about how I'm the best present you ever got, that makes me want to give to you more, and more. That's the guitar you wanted, but if I could get you one of those five thousand dollar vintage ones like Slash plays I'd buy it for you. You deserve all that, and so much more. All the things that make you smile Leif. I'm happy to be one of those things," said Lynne brightly.

"You're the most important thing," murmured Leif kissing her forehead.

"You still have other presents," said Lynne, pointing to the stack of boxes on the couch.

Leif got busy opening his other presents, a guitar center gift card, extra strings, and a very nice, thick, cable knit sweater. 

"Baby I love my presents. Now come get in my lap, so I can get all my gifts gathered around," teased Leif, scooping her up in his lap and piling up the presents around his lap like a little boy.

"Linda, snap me a photo with all my Christmas presents! My favorite one, dead center in my lap," cried Leif with a happy chuckle.

Linda did as Leif obliged.

Then she said with a smile,

"You two aren't done with your gifts yet. We all pitched in....Lyle, Martha, your father and I, when we found out about the wedding. We figured we wanted to give you some money to help you get started. Use it for your wedding or whatever you want," said his mother, handing Leif an envelope.

The envelope contained a check for five thousand dollars.

Lynne was so touched that she hopped up from Leif's lap and threw her arms around his mother. After he saw the two of them embracing like mad women, Leif chuckled and then threw his arms around his wife-to-be and his mother. 

"Now you can plan your wedding!" said his mother slapping Lynne a high five.

Because the bride's family traditionally paid for the wedding, and Lynne was not getting any support for her family, and thought she should be keeping her savings for the rainy day that might come for she and Leif, Lynne was extremely touched by his parents generosity.

"Leif you've been a good son, and I'm sure Lynne will be a good daughter, so if you need something else, and you make a good case for it, we're happy to give you some extra help besides that check. I remember when we were young, struggling, in college, and desperately in need of help, and we got no help whatsoever, because we'd gotten pregnant by mistake. I said, if I ever got out of the shithole we found ourselves in, I'd be different. So, I always believe in helping my family where we can, as long as they are helping themselves," added his father.

And, that simple statement, which made Leif smile, meant more to Lynne than he'd ever know. Before, the visit with his family, she felt cut loose and sailing through the air without any familial support or parachute, and the positive reception of his family had changed her perception that quickly, and helped her strength and courage, even though she knew there would be a difficult road ahead with her own family.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 33



***

Leif had fun singing Christmas carols with his family, actually he didn't sing, he just strummed his guitar, facing Lynne, and not the rest of his family, while his family chuckled. But he enjoyed playing and hearing everyone sing. Lynne didn't know a lot of the words, but she caught on really fast since she snag professionally.

Still and all, Leif was glad to get alone time with Lynne again. He sat out on the porch with her, the new electric guitar in his lap. He didn't have the amp outside, but he could play loud enough so that they could both hear. He strummed her the most beautiful music, and he sang for her. It wasn't a comprehensible melody, he was just humming, and inserting words here and there.

It was easy to play for her, the way she looked up at him, almost like he was some kind of hero to her.

She sat Indian style in front of him. Sometimes she would lean up and kiss his forehead.

"You ready to learn to play? I know we were going to save this for when we got home from California, but I don't see anything wrong with teaching you now," he added with a warm smile.

"Really? Cool. I'll grab your acoustic out of the bedroom," said Lynne.

She stood up.

"Hell no. You're not playing any old acoustic. You're your man's favorite woman, so you play his favorite guitar. Sit in my lap," he added sweetly.

"You haven't even played it for a good hour," she said with a grin.

That shit didn't matter to him at all. She'd bought it for him. Besides, he adored any chance he got to show her, in simple and demonstrative ways, how much he loved her.

She sat in his lap. 

It would be hard to concentrate with her juicy pear ass wedged between his legs, and the breeze blowing that apple scented shampoo of hers up under his nose, but he was going to try for her. He loved to share new things with her, and what better way than to teach her on his new guitar.

"So, we'll learn two chords first. A, and E. They are the easiest. We'll start with E. Go ahead and crook your fingers for me. And you need to press down real firm, as firm as you can on all the strings," said Leif patiently.

She made dead sounds, dead chords, muted chords at first, all things that he expected. 

But he just kept patiently mashing her fingers against the fret board, his chin in her hair, showing her the way.

After several tries, Lynne produced a clear, clean chord. 

She was so happy he got that lighthearted free chuckle that he adored, from her sweet lips. 

And he chuckled too. 

"That's my good little woman," he said dotingly.

She beamed at him. He loved the chance to treat her with care, and teach her. It healed her emotionally, and it brought out his tender, protective instinct in ways that cleaved him to her forevermore.

It was a struggle not to get emotional for Leif. Because he remembered stammering and stuttering about, and the only person who was patient with him when he got that way was his mother. He knew what it meant to have someone be patient with him, and he also knew that was probably sorely lacking with Lynne's upbringing. It helped him remember to be patient with her even if she was a tortoise in some areas of their life. She'd catch on in time, and when she got there it was more beautiful than he'd ever fathomed. That's how he felt about their love, and their lovemaking. He couldn't believe that she'd let him come by rubbing his aching cock up to her beautiful, soft face. 

It was one thing to swallow, and let some of the come get on her lips and chin, but it was a whole new level to let him just use her face and rub up against it until he came. Bust a load on her face! He'd always wanted to try that shit before, but he'd never been able to do it before, but things that seemed impossible to experience with a real life woman, before his Lynney, were no problem with the woman he loved, she acted like she delighted in being used lovingly for his pleasure. She was beginning to open up deeply to him in a sensual way. The trust was growing immensely between them. He'd be fucking her brains out in time too, on her tortoise timetable. 

She was getting good as hell at fingering her two chords and strumming patterns already...probably because she was inherently musical.

He showed her two additional chords, then started piecing things together and teaching her a song.

"I don't want you being like me, so look at me, and play for me," he said playfully.

She climbed out of his lap and played facing him.

And, Lynne was already hamming it up with the guitar, making faces when the rhythm was good to her, even with her limited musical vocabulary on the guitar.

"This is frustrating. I mean it's fun playing but I want to just crush it, like I know how to play the piano," said Lynne.

"I know baby...but you gotta crawl before walking and running, just like when you teach me to read music, and teach me piano. I'll teach you all the chords that big brain of yours can hold for today," teased Leif.

He showed her one more chord, and then continued coaching her through a simple version of born to be wild. He sat behind her and pulled her back into the curve of his arms. The smell of her, that sweet vanilla and almonds scent she had, and that sweet apple shampoo soon made it hard to pay attention to what he was teaching her, made his cock twitch, and ache. It was starting to get a little bit hard under her right ass cheek.

Lynne giggled.

"You're so dirty Leif! Getting a hard on while you're trying to teach me. Do you see me getting all aroused when I teach you to read music, and play the piano? No, I'm innocent," said Lynne with a giggle, and a wry grin.

"That's because you don't have a real visible evidence of your arousal like I do. I bet sometimes you have wet panties, teaching me, showing me the way, teaching someone how to do something can be really sexy, like how I've been teaching you," he murmured into her ear.

Lynne chuckled.

"No, I don't. I'm not a bad girl like you're a bad boy. When I teach you the piano, it's all business, no hanky panky," said Lynne with her tongue playfully in her cheek, so he could see.

Lynne's guitar playing, although she was new to playing and still learning was sweet, and melodious to his ears. And she kept making those faces that she made when the sound of the chords and rhythm was good to her. Dear god, they reminded him of the sensual fuck faces she'd make when he went down on her, or was inside of her.

His nose was in her neck before he could even control it. Then he was necking that sweet, long, graceful neck of hers. Damn he loved to kiss her neck and shoulders. 

Her happy giggle filled the porch.

"Stop it Leify! You're supposed to be teaching me. I don't do naughty things to you when I'm teaching you," she groaned with a chuckle.

But Leif could tell by her giggling and squirming, and the adorable faces she made as she shimmied in his lap that his sexual teasing delighted her. 

She was brilliant, and picking up things so fast, but he couldn't help that the way she grew, and thrived, and flourished in his tender care, picking up new skills, and new ways of envisioning herself, inside and outside of their boudoir aroused him. 

Nor, could he pretend that he wasn't stimualted by extension of imagining how fast her sexual vocabulary was growing, all influenced by the love she felt for him. He could see just how much she adored him, looking into those milky brown eyes of hers. He couldn't wait to grab, and tease, and fuck her lovely little body on their wedding night. He was going to fuck her living daylights out, so he hoped she was amply prepared! Maybe he should really warn her. Sit her down and explain the difference between sex and fucking. She might be a grown woman, but she was innocent and naive, and he didn't really think she knew! 

If she looked at him like he was a hero now, he could only just imagine how she'd be looking at him on their honeymoon. And, he wanted to be her hero, and be the man she needed to teach her what it was like to be a grown, beautiful woman, and crave to be fucked raunchily by her loving husband.

His hand slid up those short denim shorts she was wearing. Have mercy her long, shapely caramel legs were so sexy. 

Being close to her was like a drug, and he scarcely knew how to control himself. 

"Leif....baby, stop, somebody might see," she whispered hoarsely.

"What...umm...who's gonna see. Keep that guitar in your lap like it's supposed to be while I teach you your lesson," he murmured huskily in her ear.

"Baby....I don't know about this...we're on the porch, what if someone comes out here because they want us or something," whispered Lynne.

"Well, I guess you better keep those big, pretty brown eyes opened and looking at the screen door to make sure no one is coming," he murmured firmly.

Lynne leaned her head back and chuckled with the sweetest of all laughter. 

His hand tracing further, and further up her thigh.

"Baby, please, stop, we shouldn't, somebody might see," whispered Lynne, but her resolve was lowering.

"And, and you don't mean that...your body language is saying it all Lynne, you've started opening your legs more, and you don't even realize it," he purred huskily.

Now she was blushing.

"I can't help it if you turn me on, but....but I think we should go back to that cottage, then we can really get something started," she whispered softly.

"I think you're scared, but I think you like doing naughty things when there is a danger of getting caught. That's what I think. Never seen you as wet as you were, with the jam in the woodshed. Never seen you as wet as you were, making love in the pickup truck. You were so excited Lynney. Tell me that you don't enjoy it, don't enjoy some risk with your pleasure," he murmured between steamy, wet kisses to her ear.

Her breathing was shallow, and she reached behind the body of the guitar, her hands trembling, and popped open the button on her Levi shorts.

Leif let out a happy, husky chuckle.

"Maybe I do like it, a little, if, it seems like I might get caught...like this morning, or in the truck," she panted softly.

He gently traced his hand over her navel, hooked his thumb in the waistband of her panties, and gently wriggled the crotch back and forth over her pussy. He literally heard her breath catch in her throat. The sensation excited her so much she forgot to breathe.

He sucked her pouty full lips, then chuckled into her mouth as she began to sigh and apparently remembered to breathe again.

She let out an enthusiastic whimper, which he silenced by sucking on her ripe upper and lower lip, one at a time.

"Quiet, don't make a sound, or someone might come creeping onto the porch thinking that something is the matter," he murmured huskily in her ear.

Now, thinking about how naughty it was, knowing they were sitting on the porch, a stone's throw away from the living room where everyone was gathered, and he was about to rub and tease her juicy pussy excited him so much his cock strained against her juicy little ass! 

He loved exploring with her. It brought excitement back into his life, and everything felt shiny, and new again. He felt like a teenager again, because he was experiencing sweet, sensual things anew through her eyes. He knew Lynne had probably never made out on her parents couch as a teenager before. They probably would have killed her. Everything before, her sexuality, had been fraught with secrecy, shame and fear, even with her ex, and that was probably why the sex had been so horrible and painful for her.

He wanted her to experience what it felt to make out, like normal young people did, as he did when he was much younger. How good those feelings felt! The naughty pleasure, the danger of getting caught, and how much more exciting it could make things. He only wish he'd saved those couch groping sessions for Lynne. But he hadn't, so he wanted to share that type of intimacy with her now. He wanted her to feel no more shame or fear about being a sexual person. 

He knew she was aroused by doing kinky things in public. If she liked messing around in public, he felt like it was his duty to help her learn about, enjoy, and explore this side of herself. His lap was so wet when they stopped for ice-cream yesterday, he'd had to wipe himself off with several napkins. And, he hadn't wanted to wipe off her sweet juices, but he couldn't go in those bookstores and cute little shops with a lap full of her juicy wetness, it would be too obvious.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be loud," she whispered softly.

He kissed around her ear and moved the guitar around so that it would not interfere with the caresses he was about to deliver, but obscured his hands so no one else would be able to see.

"That's okay baby, I know you're learning. My favorite thing is to teach you something new, I don't get impatient with my sweet little Lynney," he panted softly in her ear.

When he whispered that to her, the last piece, about not getting impatient, she looked at him with such adoration, it nearly choked him up inside, even in the middle of getting frisky with her. His tenderness fed her soul. He could see it. So plain in her pretty brown eyes. Even in the middle of being sexual with her, he could nourish her with love. Powerful!

She had on this cute, tight, white cartoon t-shirt, and he could see how her nipples strained against the shirt now. His Lynne was aroused and she needed him. It left him feeling powerful and manly. 

"Please....please don't tease if you're gonna...go ahead and rub my pussy baby, don't tease me so bad, I can't take it," she whispered like her throat was parched.

But he didn't listen at all. He toyed with her belly button, then her inner thighs. Teasing made it better for her.

He slowly masturbated her pussy with her panty crotch dragging it back and forth, back and forth over her pussy by the legs of one of her underwear.

A tear formed in one of her eyes, which were trained to the doorway, watching for any visitors to the porch.

She stiffened her legs and she rocked upward into the sensation.

He gently brushed the nape of her neck with his hand.

"God, please, I love you so much Leif, don't leave me to ache like this," she whispered frantically.

"I love when you need me baby, makes me feel like a real man," he whispered, nuzzling the nape of her neck.

"You are a real man, the realest one I know," she murmured softly. 

He pushed his thumb gently against her nipple through her t-shirt. 

Lynne reached behind the guitar body and forcefully clutched his hand. She curled his finger in a come hither motion, and adjusted his hand so that it was cupping her pussy, and spread her legs behind the neck of his guitar.

He chuckled softly with delight under his breath at Lynne's boldness for pleasure. 

Her pussy was so hot against his palm that he groaned at the sensation, before giving her womanhood a luscious, firm, squeeze. Her pussy was so wet, and the wetness tickled his palm.

The sensation was juicy and luscious and he wanted to bend her over the guitar and fuck her until they both ached with pleasure! But he couldn't do that out there, and she wasn't ready for fucking yet, so he used his fingers to imagine what he wanted to do with his dick inside her very soon.

He curled his finger inside of Lynne's panties, penetrating her pussy gently with his middle finger in a come hither motion.

Lynne started to pant softly, and spread her legs wide, pushed on his knuckle to bring his finger deeper inside her pussy.

He loved the feeling of her hot, tight, juicy innards around his fingers.

He bit her ear passionately, imagining those sweet folds, and the way they felt gripping his dick in the woodshed earlier. Damn he loved her, and the sweet, feminine smell of her arousal that drifted upwards under his nose as he started to please her.

He made sure his palm gently tickled and rubbed her aching clitoris, while he pushed up against that sweet g-spot inside her with the pad of his middle finger. 

Lynne was too damn adorable holding and squeezing the neck and body of the guitar, covering up his hand masturbating her, while wearing the sweetest little fuck face, her eyes fixated on that screen door, making sure no one approached. 

Her sex face was so intense, if he hadn't known her so well, he would have thought he was hurting her. But her soft panting sighs, and the way her breath escaped as she struggled not to moan gave him clear evidence of her enjoyment.

Knowing that she needed to orgasm so badly he began using his fingers to give her wet pussy firm, luscious strokes inside, bringing his middle finger up over her g-spot, pressing, and rocking, and Lynne thrusted up and down up and down against the body of his new guitar.

Leif delighted, feeling that spongy little spot just swell and grow firm, and watching Lynne wrinkle her face in her adorable attempt to keep from moaning, keep from crying out in ecstasy, struggling not to give away the naughtiness they were getting up to on the porch, right under everyone's nose. 

Then the tears sprang like a well spring, flooding down her cheeks, and she thrusted up and down rapidly in his lap, and he felt her pussy muscles clutching around his fingers passionately. 

He loved how the pleasure moved her to tears emotionally. Such deep shit, he'd never thought he'd experience before, she was just made for him in every way. 

Damn it, she came like a little rocket!

"I love it when you come for your man!" he whispered hotly nibbling her ear. 

She was so aroused by being a little kinky, doing something a little nasty on his parent's porch. He gently dislodged his fingers, and murmured,

"Suck, all that sweet pussy cream you made, you loved it. Being bad in public. Leif's naughty little girl. Soon to be my naughty little wifey," huskily in her ear.

Lynne giggled delightedly. Then she whispered, 

"You're just as naughty. Your idea anyway," she added grinning from ear to ear like an adorable Cheshire cat.

Leif started chuckling delightedly. 

"Oh please, you loved this fucking idea missy, quite a lot," he whispered playfully. 

"I did enjoy it. God, I can't believe how different my life is, and how grateful I am for you in my life. I hardly ever think about the old life, before I met you, but Leif, damn, my ex, it was always with the curtains pulled tight, in the bed, usually dark, and what was to follow was pretty painful. I always used to dream about anyplace else, anywhere, maybe a couch, or something, but he would made me feel so, so dirty, for even mentioning it, I said it once, never dared to ask again," said Lynne softly.

"Well, you don't have to feel confined anymore sweetness. Liking to do it anywhere isn't dirty, it's a sign of how much we love each other. It's erotic love. Like Eros. You know all that Greek god shit, History was your major. We can do whatever you want, where you want, but don't blame me if we get in trouble with the cops. It's gonna be your idea even if I'm the instigator, because I know what really turns you on now," he added with a chuckle.

Lynne giggled delightedly. 

Then she greedily sucked his proffered fingers, while he murmured on and on about it being sweeter than any jam. 

Then she wiped his fingers clean on her t-shirt, and she buttoned up her Levis and he grabbed his guitar from in her lap, and they stumbled over to the cottage, to put away his guitar, before reuniting with his folks in the living room.

It was adorable to Leif the way Lynne's cheeks burned with both embarrassment and delight, but he also wanted her to learn that she didn't need to compartmentalize herself anymore. Being a sexual creature was very normal, as was being a good daughter, and wife, and she didn't need to separate herself out into tiny pieces for anyone to love her anymore. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 33



Those days were through. And when he explained his reasoning's to her, she beamed at him, and she understood. She told him, his love was her best medicine. 

***

Later on, getting closer to evening, Lynne looked at Leif's mother, and asked brightly,

"Do you all go to church on Christmas,"

Obviously she'd never been to church on Christmas, as she'd been raised to believe that Christmas was not Jesus's birthday, and did not celebrate the holiday. Lynne still wasn't sure about Jesus birthday, but she now felt like that didn't really matter, what mattered the most was the spirit behind Christmas, which was to give thanks for Jesus, and all that he'd done for Earth's children. So, if one was going to celebrate Christmas, in Lynne's mind, it made sense to spend some of that time in church.

Leif's mother smiled at her.

"I do go sometimes, but it's hard to get away with all these men around here. None of them will go anywhere near a church unless it's someone's wedding or a funeral. I had Leif try to go to various Sunday schools in all different denominations, because I wanted him to understand what worship meant. Once he'd completed that course of study, and I told him he didn't have to go anymore, you would have thought he was Dorothy kicking his heels down the yellow brick road," said his mother.

Lynne chuckled.

"I'm not surprised at Leif. He's so naughty, that's why he's scared of church. But I'd like to go today. I haven't been to church in a long time. I'm not welcome at my parents church, but it'd be nice to find one that would accept me. Where I'd be okay," she said softly, timidly.

"Baby, what did I tell you about feeling like you need the validation of an organized religious group, in a physical building. That fucking church you belonged to was full of emotional abusers. You can do what you want, you're a grown woman, but I don't want you in there with those type of people. You don't have to crave for anyone's acceptance. I hate that they've abused you like that sweetheart," said Leif softly.

"I didn't say I wanted to go back to the church where I was raised. I just want to be in a church. Even if it's just some old abandoned church building. Just for a little while. It just feels wrong to me, to be on what might be the Savior's birthday and not do any church stuff," said Lynne.

Leif rolled his eyes at Lynne. 

"Oh Leif, come off of it! If she wants to go to church for a little bit today, she can go to church. I really don't think she's looking to be emotionally manipulated anymore. To tell the truth, I miss going sometimes. It's hard to get motivated to go when you're by yourself. And I know a nice church you can visit. I think you should explore all types of religions, and see what one suits you best. There are all kinds of faiths out there not just Christian-" said his mother.

Lynne was enjoying this discussion so far. She appreciated the latitude and the freedom to even explore her relationship with God, rather than being told what to believe.

"Lynne knows, I've talked to her about Eastern faiths Christian faiths and everything. I don't want anyone making my baby feel like she's not good enough and she can't be herself. She's been suffering for so long in that way," grumbled Leif.

"Baby, I appreciate what you are trying to do, and protect me from hurt, but I need to make my own decision. I just want to explore what's out there. I'm not going to get involved with anymore emotionally abusive faiths. I was never allowed to explore any faiths before. Not allowed to even talk about religion to someone outside of my church, unless I was trying to convert them into my own faith. All of that stuff we are talking about now was forbidden...and now, that I'm free to explore, I'd like to know what's out there," said Lynne.

"Okay. Okay. I guess I'm being too protective. I just don't want anyone or anything to hurt you anymore, now that I'm your man. With Mom there, it should be cool. I'm sure whatever they are doing in those churches she mentions isn't toxic like how it seems you were raised. I just want you to be careful sweetheart. You don't have to make any decisions right away, and don't let them make you feel bad about the lovely woman you are," said Leif protectively.

"Leif, it feels good to have your protection. I've never felt so safe before, and I mean it. No one has ever been the least bit concerned with how my faith was making me feel inadequate emotionally, or with whether I felt comfortable or not. You taking that kind of interest in me, and protecting me means everything to me. I will investigate everything I do, and learn in church today really well, and make you proud, I'll make notes, and tell you about what I've learned, and whether I feel like it's a healthy place to worship sometimes, and my reasoning's," said Lynne, and she beamed at him.

"That sounds good Lynney. You have fun baby, and remember what I told you. He, whatever metaphysical being he is, or She, whatever she might be, she loves you, and your sweet little soul so much," he added dotingly stroking her chin dimple.

And He hugged her very gently. Leif telling her, that she was loved by god, instead of the message of castigation that she used to get when she fell short of any of the list of the myriad of requirements in her former faith meant a lot. Her eyes were filled up with water as she squeezed him tight. 

"Thanks Leify," said Lynne.

"Okay, well the Church has a service at around 6 PM hon, a few hours from now," said his mother.

"Okay. I'll get dressed," said Lynne brightly.

"What you're wearing is fine Lynne," said Linda.

"I'd rather change," said Lynne.

She was after all wearing just a simple t-shirt and jeans. Dressing for church before had met a long skirt or a dress, dress shoes, and styling her hair so that it was not too flashy.

She walked over to the cottage, showered, washed and flat ironed her hair, then started looking through her clothes for an appropriate outfit.

"I don't have a formal dress," sighed Lynne aloud.

She was surprised to see Leif standing in the doorway, looking at her tenderly.

"Mom said you don't need a formal dress baby. Just be yourself. And I don't want you fooling around with anyone where Lynne Miller, soon to be Peterson ain't enough baby," said Leif sweetly.

His gentle words gave Lynne so much confidence. And she settled on a jean skirt which stopped below the knees, a polo shirt, and a cute strappy pair of sandals. 

She put a blazer on top of the polo shirt. 

Then she walked over to the main house waiting for Leif's mother. 

Lynne was shocked to see Leif walking across the field in his own khaki's t-shirt, and sandals.

He came into the living room from the sliding glass door.

"I....I haven't been to church in a long time, but....I wanted to come baby. I know it's important to you. I hope I'm not spoiling the party for you and Linda. I want to be where you want to be. If this exploring religion and God shit is important to you on Christmas, I want to be there too," said Leif.

"I'm happy that you want to come too. I mean, you're my man, but you coming makes me feel like we're already family," said Lynne.

He sat beside her on the couch and pulled both his hands lovingly in her own.

"We are a family. We have been since I gave you the ring. I can see why you like to explore churches. You might want us to get married in one. Might want to send our babies off to Sunday school. Just as long as you remain open, and continue to explore, don't get tied down into one system of thinking, and don't let anyone tell you what kind of person they think they you are. That's between you, and God," said Leif sweetly.

"I might want us to get married in a church, and to teach our kids about some type of faith, but I sort of like your Mom's style, having them explore several options, and picking and choosing what they would like to do. Like she did with you. I will always be open from here on out. Now that I have escaped that hellhole I grew up in, I have no desire to go back to dogmatic, rigid, thinking system. I don't want to do our children the way my parents did me, teaching me that there was only one way to believe, and if I didn't believe it, that I was going to miss out on the rapture, and lose eternal life," said Lynne. 

***

Leif drove his fiancée and mother to church. He was not at all the church going type, but seeing Lynne in her little demin skirt, and her shirt, and her little blazer, her sweet brown eyes looking so innocent, and open, just wanting to praise god on Christmas, made him want to participate. He wanted to be with her, by her side, because it seemed so important to her. Part of love, and wanting to be her husband very soon was supporting his little wifey to be in activities that meant something to her, even if it didn't mean a lot to him.

Lynne also brought her bible, and Leif had already noticed it was worn out in several places. She read it a lot, and he hurt inside for Lynney, that she had been made to feel that Jesus, God, Yahweh, Buddha, whatever anyone wanted to call him, would not love her because she had decided that her parents faith was not for her, and to be her own person. Lynne also was reading other spiritual texts that he had recommended, such as the Bhagavad Gita. So it was an awareness and an awakening for her, and he was happy that he wanted to explore, and sorry that he'd wanted to halt her earlier exploration.

He gently caressed the inside of her palm with a loving thumb, and she grinned at him.

She took his hand, and his mother's hand, and she walked into the church.

***

Initially Lynne felt nervous. She was used to feeling a cold air as soon as she stepped into her old church with its bland textiles and fluorescent lighting, and mauve carpeting, no windows throughout the entire building. But the new church she was visiting was a multi-denominational church. It had a beautiful structure with stain glass windows, beautiful marble floors, and Lynne looked around eagerly at all the beautiful artwork.

In her old church, she was also used to the eyes of the parishioners on her, examining the length of her skirt, how she carried herself, whom she was speaking with. But here, people didn't seem to look at her wardrobe at all, although kind people introduced themselves to she, and Leif, and some even recognized Linda and greeted her with a hug.

Lynne figured it had been a while since Linda had been to church, but no one there treated Linda like a leper because of it. How different from her old church, where missing a service automatically drew attention and whispers when you walked in the door. Lynne immediately felt at home, especially when she and Leif spotted another older interracial couple, a black woman and a white man.

"Shoot, I feel like I've just been fast forwarded maybe thirty years," said Leif under his breath.

Lynne chuckled behind her hand, and his mother elbowed Leif.

But they got in a nice conversation with the couple. They actually seemed disappointed that Lynne and Leif were living in New York now, but promised to keep in touch.

"See, that's one of the good things about church Leif, even if you aren't into it for the spiritual reasons. Networking. It's not challenging to be in an interracial relationship like it used to be, but I'm sure that couple probably has some sage advice that you can use, should you need it," said Linda.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Linda. I don't have anything against this place. Sunday school was good, it's just that a lot of times, I find church boring," said Leif looking through the program.

"Stop being grouchy Leif, you know your Mom is right. And besides, maybe that couple will look us up if they ever come to New York. I want to be just like that couple, happily together thirty years later, and helping another young couple figure out what they need to do to get over any roadblocks," said Lynne with a grin.

"We're gonna be just like them baby. I fully plan to be a very old and wrinkly man, holding your hand and sitting beside you in the rocking chair. And, anyway, the services just got a lot more interesting by default of the fact that I'm sitting close to you," said Leif, pulling her into the circle of his arms, albeit very chastely. 

They were in church after all.

*** "I am not going to be responsible when the lightening strikes Leif, stop looking at me like that," said Lynne with a delighted chuckle.

"What, I can't help it if you're a tasty treat. Even in that church girl outfit," teased Leif under his breath. 

Lynne already had her bible out. Church or no church, she was damn yummy in her modest length skirt, her little t-shirt, and her schoolteacher blazer. He'd probably be going to hell for the thoughts he was having right now, but her brown eyes were glittery, and focused, and she looked happy. He could hangout with her here for once a month, just because it made her so happy, and he never thought he'd love anyone so much that he'd go along anywhere that he wasn't particularly interested in being, just to be close to his woman and feel her happiness.

But the happiness Lynne felt radiated over to him. And she drew people into their acquaintance even though she was shy, because she was a pretty girl with a bright spirit, and everyone could see that. Even the minister introduced herself. 

And Leif was glad to see that the minister was female. That made quite an impression on Lynne, who had been taught that in matters of faith, women were second-class citizens who did not matter. She had a wide-eyed stare and asked the woman lots of eager questions. 

Lynne asked questions about what their beliefs were on salvation, on people who didn't believe the same way as the church members, and on living together before marriage. Some of her questions were almost child like, and his throat felt thick with a lump. It was good for her to have gone to church today and he was wrong to try to stop her! She was searching for some type of spiritual acceptance, and it seemed that she was finding it in this service.

She got several good answers too, answers that made Leif feel much more assured as a fiancé and soon to be husband. The answers hinged around Lynne needing to search for her own answers, and spirituality, but that God or whatever higher being saw the light in everyone, and the path to spirituality was trying to increase the light of god within themselves, and just generally becoming a better person. Also, the pastor kept reassuring her that God loved her very, very much. There was nothing heavy there, nothing dogmatic. The female minister let them know that she was happy to see them there as a couple, and evidence of love was shown by commitment and it was up to them to decide how they wanted to commit to each other. Lynne mentioned that she would be marrying Leif very soon and proudly showed her engagement ring. It was another reason that Leif was so happy that he'd asked Lynne to marry him. It wasn't so much about the piece of paper, but in Lynne's eyes as well, that level of commitment that led to marriage was evidence that he loved her. That was plain in the way that she beamed at that pastor proudly showing her ring. It meant so much to her, that Leif wanted them to get married, and soon! Then she'd know for sure just how much he cared for her. 

The pastor mentioned that it was lovely that they were getting married. Lynne agreed, but mentioned that she wanted to get married in church, and didn't think anyone would marry her and Leif, because Lynne had gone against what the bible said about living together before marriage. 

The pastor's response touched Leif's heart. She actually stroked Lynne's cheek with her finger.

Looked the two of them dead in the eyes and said,

"I'd love to marry you. When is the date, you pick the time, and location. Even here if you want,"

So, church was a positive experience for Lynne that day, for probably the first time in her life. They listened to a sermon, a very generalized message about what love was, and how they could show it in the various aspects of their lives. There was nothing dogmatic about that part of the service that he could pick up, which was great for Lynne.

They sang hymns. The aisle was quiet when they sang, and it took Leif a little while to notice that they were quiet because they were listening to the beauty of Lynne's voice in the aisles. 

A few people even turned around. Lynne got quiet, and his mother patted her back.

"It's okay hon, you've just got a nice voice, so people notice, but you can sing and give praise too, it's not showing off," said his mother.

Her confidence was stirred, that no one thought she was showing off, and she sang more.

Then, they lit candles and a few members said some things that they were thankful for.

Leif's heart was so moved, not by the service so much, but the non-dogmatic lessons, the openness of the members toward his Lynne, and the idea that Lynne could do as much, or as little as she wanted with the formal church, but the emphasis seemed to be on her own personal relationship with whatever higher being she believed in. He wasn't sold on this particular brand of faith. He was a firm believer that there was good in all faiths. But, if this was a place where she wanted to hang her hat from time to time, on Christmas, at Easter, or even to teach their babies about faith, he was fine with this. It was healthy for her. She could now also associate a church with love. His baby needed that. It was so important to recognize and understand her needs as he became her husband.

"I want to say something," said Leif.

Lynne's eyes looked simply shocked. They were as big as fifty-cent pieces. Linda held her hand to her lips slightly. Then he saw the two of them, mom and wife to be, nudging each other.

Leif looked at them and almost chuckled. He knew that Linda expected Leif to make some sort of bold statement about authority, or church not being in a building, or some such stunt he would have pulled as a teenager, but Leif was a grown man now, and he wanted to express thanks that this appeared to be such a healthy place for his Lynney and he didn't need to put his foot down and suggest that she not get involved in another unhealthy place that was going to make her feel poorly about the sweet little soul that she had.

"I just want to give thanks to everyone for being so welcoming to the woman who will be my wife very soon. She's just a bright, beautiful little soul, and she's had some negative faith experiences growing up. It's been very important for me to help her to understand that God loves her heart, and her soul, and that she's a kind, and beautiful person and worthy of his love. And you've helped her see that message today in this church, and I'm sure it will bring a lot of healing to her beautiful heart. I didn't want her to come today, because I didn't want anyone telling my baby that she wasn't good enough in her heart and soul. I just kept hearing that message being breathed down her soul like fire and brimstone. I'm not much on church, but if she wants to hang her hat sometimes at a place like this, I will be there, because I love her, and I like to see her feeling so happy, and reassured, and I love to support her in all that is important to her. Thanks for such a beautiful atmosphere," said Leif.

Lynne and Linda stood up and applauded for Leif. 

Then Lynne stood up, lit her own candle and offered-

"I'm grateful for God, and to my mother to be for sending me here, and to my beautiful man Leif, who has been the kindest and gentlest teacher, showing me what true love is. He's taught me everything, about romantic love, and family love. I thank my mother in law to be for teaching me about family love too, and bringing me to this service to show me about church family love," said Lynne.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 33



Leif had to find tissues in his pocket for his mother. Linda was so moved, she was crying.

After the service, they got hugs from the congregation members thanking them for their testimony. The pastor met with them again, and gave them cards and an address to a website so they could find the local church in their own area.

The pastor also expressed regret that they were actual New Yorkers, because she would not be able to marry Leif and Lynne.

"Not if we get married here in LA," blurted Lynne.

"I'd love for you to get married in LA. Much prettier weather here than New York," said his mother with a chuckle.

"I mean, I need to discuss it with Leif, but we'll talk about it alone, and if he's comfortable marrying in LA, we'll think about-" said Lynne.

"Baby, you could say you wanted to get married on the Moon and I'd be there, doing exactly the kind of wedding you wanted, in my space suit. We talked about that before. The wedding is for you, to do pretty things that women enjoy. I just want all the days after the wedding, to spend for the rest of our lives. We can get married in LA if you want. Whatever my Lynney wants. It's your day. Get her card so you can coordinate her doing the ceremony," said Leif tenderly.

Leif was glad that they'd gone to church together. He took his ladies out for an early dinner, in a semi casual restaurant, where they ate outside by the beach. 

He did apologize to the two of them for acting grouchy earlier about church. Lynne understood and appreciated his tenderness and his love, and not wanting to see her hurt. She also mentioned that she didn't have any desire to go overboard with church right now, but she just wanted a place to go occasionally when she wanted spiritual fellowship. Lynne also was glad to have a pastor that she liked to officiate their upcoming wedding.

She explained:

"I felt kind of lost, because I waned a pastor, or someone spiritual to be able to do it for us. It was hurting me to know that there was no one I knew that I could turn to and just ask them to marry us. I was thinking that it would be just some clerk or some judge, for some justice of the peace type wedding. I mean I know we don't know her well, but she is a woman of God. And I get a kick out of the fact that she's a woman. Women weren't allowed to hold any offices in my own church. But she's a woman, and she knows her flock, and she knows her bible and she wants to marry us. You never could have told me I'd ever be listening to a woman preacher, much less be getting married by one. Damn, I am coming out of my shell, and thank you both for this big, beautiful world out there you are introducing me to," said Lynne.

Her words were so heartfelt that Leif raised his vodka and cranberry mixer up to Lynne and they all toasted.

"I'm glad we found someone that you feel comfortable with to marry us. Maybe you were being led to check out that service today by some Higher thingy or something. Thanks for letting us see you outside your shell Tortoise. It's beautiful when you shine. And, this is putting you so behind on our bet about whether God is a male or a female. Last I checked, you were winning Lynney, with your actions on that fateful day, in convincing that god was a He. But, looks like our wedding officiator is a female. God has a helper, and she's a female. Looks like God is a chick today huh?" said Leif taking a healthy bite of his burger.

"If God is a woman, you shouldn't be calling her a chick. I see lightening in the forecast," said Lynne.

"Don't be so uptight little miss churchy pants. If the pastor had been male, I would have said, maybe god is a Dude. It's all spirits anyway. And you don't know if you have it right. He or She might tell you when you get there, that you should have been a Shinto but they will let you in anyway, with that sweet, pure heart of yours," said Leif.

His mother laughed. 

"You two are just really silly. It's delightful to see-"

This was their argument, and he loved teasing her, and the spark that the differences drove, and how it seemed to heighten their bond. He could have never imagined differences enhancing a relationship before meeting Lynne.

Lynne chewed her Waldorf salad with extra relish, rolling her eyes. Then she chuckled, her eyes shining, ready to tease him.

"Then what's your excuse gonna be then, when you get there and meet he, she, or it, devilish as you are, just a royal mess," said Lynne.

"I'm hedging my bets by dabbling in it all. Even loving you is part of my religion baby. Lot's of calling on the higher power, it all counts," said Leif.

Lynne guffawed with laughter, and his mother quipped.

"That's quite enough Leif, I'm going to loose my dinner," 

"Yes Leif, behave yourself, and let's keep dinner PG for now," teased Lynne. 

"I'm trying ladies, I'm trying, what more do you want from me, you had me cooped up in that church for two hours, on my absolute bestest behavior," he teased.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 34



Lynne enjoyed her vacation with Leif. It felt like a honeymoon of sorts even though they were not yet married. And Linda hadn't wanted to see them go. She dropped them off at LAX airport. 

She threw her arms around Lynne as they entered the airport, with Leif in tow, carrying their bags.

"Well, I'm sorry you two are leaving, but I'm so glad that you all will be coming back for the wedding at least. I'll help in any way that I can," said his mother.

"We'd love your help. And thank you so much for our gift, to help get us started. And the kindness, and making me feel like your daughter already," said Lynne with a shy smile.

"You are my daughter. There's no waiting period to make it official, you don't have to wait until the wedding to call me your mother in law," said his mother.

"Linda...this was such a great trip. I don't think I've ever had so much fun at home. I...getting to introduce Lynney to all the sites, and people I knew growing up, and my family, it was just phenomenal. And it makes me appreciate even more all that you did for us, growing up. Seeing what it's been like for others, even my Lynney, thanks Mom," said Leif with a smile.

"Well if you really mean that, come back soon. I don't know if I could ever convince the two of you to come on back to California to live, but we all miss you, and we enjoyed having you, and Lynne. At least I got you back for the wedding. You all have to come back every six months at least. Don't worry about the tickets, Garret and I will send what you need," said Linda.

"Of course Linda, of course," said Leif.

Linda swallowed the three of them up in a huge hug.

"Come on Ladies, don't be sad and shit. You have face time on your iPhones, and you girls love to talk to each other on the phone, so you'll have to call each other. I just want to request less double teaming on me, with the christmas cookies, and at dinner and things like that," said Leif.

"Oh please, you need someone to keep you in line," said Lynne. 

She swatted him firmly on the ass.

His mother chuckled, reached up to tousle Leif's hair, difficult for her because he was so tall, and she bid them goodbye.

They checked their luggage, and once they passed security clearance, Lynne's phone started vibrating.

She thought it would be Janelle, demanding that they arrange a time to pick up their cat. Janelle had graciously agreed to watch "their daughter" the cat, but Janelle was not a cat lover, and had already sent a few playful complaining text messages about how the cat was spoiled and would not eat cat foot, but wanted table scraps, because she was used to Lynne's delicious cooking leftovers.

But when she pulled her phone out of her pocket, she saw that it was her father's number. Instead of the smiles on her face that she got when she interacted with Leif's family, a sense of dread filled her. She'd never known anyone else's family besides her own so intimately to compare, but the visit brought the stark differences in Leif's upbringing, and the way she suffered emotionally struggling for her parents love and approval to light.

They couldn't even allow her to come home and have a few days to feel like she could float on the air from the love that she and Leif shared and the unfettered acceptance of his family. It was like coming back to work on a Monday after a three week vacation in tropical paradise, even though their little vacation had been a simple one.

And as she held the phone vibrating in her hand, she couldn't even mask the worry, the hurt, and the fear that crossed her features. The phone was shaking in her hands, and she stopped keeping up with Leif as he looked for a place for them to sit while they waited to board the airplane.

Leif quickly noticed Lynne was not keeping pace with him. He turned around and called for her. Lynne's eyes were watery and she wore a screwed up facial expression. The phone rang again.

"Sweetness, come here, what's wrong, why are you upset," murmured Leif.

He grabbed her protectively by her waist and nuzzled his nose in her hair.

Security. Love. She was learning what that felt like in stark contrast what she'd felt like growing up, as the recipient of the browbeating that was sure to await her on the other end of the phone, should she dare answer. 

Her eyes swirled with tears. She hadn't heard from her parents since she'd called them and confessed that she was serious about Leif, and had been living with him outside of wedlock. That she hadn't heard from them in three weeks, and they were calling her all of a sudden, could not be a good thing. She thought they were calling to tell her they were kicking her out of the church.

"I...it...it's my parents. Twice they called in the last five minutes," she said softly.

She hadn't been prepared for Leif to snuggle her deeply into his arms. Other airport passengers be dammed, he pulled her into his chest right in the middle of the busy terminal. 

The message was loud and clear to Lynne. He didn't care who saw, her first priority was that she feel safe and loved. She buried herself in his arms. She'd never known comfort like this, even as a small girl. It was heavenly to drink in, and her sobs came out in tiny gulps, and most of the sobbing was pain, but some of it was emotional pleasure at being cared for tenderly by her sweet man, and the shock of the tenderness he showed. She couldn't have imagined all that they would share a few short months ago.

"It's alright baby. Leif's got you now sweet princess," he added dotingly, his nose in her hair.

"You don't even care who else sees. God damn it Leif, I love you so much!" she murmured through her sobs.

"Well you already know I love you too baby girl. This shit kills me. I can't stand for my little girl to be hurting! So what is it sweetheart? You tell me what you need. If they call again, do you want to give me the phone so I can answer it. I don't know what the hell I will say, but I will try to be as respectful as possible while getting them off your back. They might be your parents, but you've been a tough little cookie your whole life, with no one in your corner, and now it's time for you to let your man take care of you if you want," he added, his fingers in her hair.

Lynne shook her head no in his chest.

Lynne appreciated Leif's tenderness, but she wondered if she should have him step in so soon to protect her when she didn't even know what they wanted yet. Maybe they were calling to tell her she was kicked out of church, but suppose they wanted to start trying to rebuild their dysfunctional relationship. If she had Leif answer the phone, it might be the catalyst to make them uncomfortable and cause things to go haywire in the other direction.

"I....I don't think you should answer it yet...because I don't even know what they want. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe they are just calling to catch up. Maybe they miss me. Maybe it's finally okay with them that I'm not their perfect little girl anymore and they want to make amends, and start over...let's see what they want" said Lynne.

"You are my perfect little girl. You don't let them, or anyone else think that you aren't perfect just as you are. Just because you aren't in that faith anymore. Just because you want to sing, and they don't want you to have a career in music? Who says you aren't perfect just as you are? You saw how kind those people at the other church were? They liked the young woman they saw. You're gonna be my little wifey now, so you're perfect to me. But you do what you think is best. They are your parents. But you are literally sick with your emotions and your heart is in upheaval. It's not good. I don't like this. I don't like it at all. It's not healthy for you baby girl. If it keeps hurting you like this, I'm gonna have to step in as your husband baby, I can't let shit like this torment you when you become my wife. This shit stops after the wedding, even if I have to have a sit down with them," murmured Leif.

This shit stops after the wedding. Lynne never had protection before. Not for her heart and feelings. And it filled her with a warm glow that traveled through the pit of her stomach and stared wafting down between her legs. The kinder he was, the more turned on she became. 

"I...I agree. You're right. I...if....if you think we should have a talk with them...after the wedding, If they will talk to me at all, because I am almost certain they will have that church excommunicate me. If they'll talk to me then I agree, we need to let them know what the behavior boundaries are, but let's see what they want first. Maybe it won't be bad. Why won't they leave a fucking voicemail, so I can at least see what they want," said Lynne, as they hung up each time without leaving her any message to indicate what they wanted.

"I mean, if they don't want to leave a message babe, and you want them to leave a message so you know what the call is about, you might have to ignore it for now, until they decide to leave one. But I'm sorry that it hurts. You tell me what I can do to make it better," he murmured tenderly kissing her forehead.

He ushered her onto the plane. 

"My baby gets the window seat," he murmured dotingly ushering her into the aisle.

Leif sat in the middle seat, and Lynne was relieved to see that there was no passenger sitting in the aisle seat as the plane began to get full. That meant they would be in the aisle alone. She was glad, because she was in a crummy mood, and while she was normally very sweet, she did not feel like talking to strangers. 

They'd chosen a very late flight, because it was cheaper, and Leif had wanted to have as much time with his family as possible.

So, the plane was dark as it took off in the night sky, the major light being provided by passengers who had activated their reading lights. Because it was dark, Lynne didn't think Leif would notice her tears, and she fought with them, because she wanted to see the lights of the city skyline as they took of into the sky. She was such a dreamer and she loved the view of cities, it inspired her.

But, she should have known that Leif would notice. He looked over at her, and his blue eyes were still filled with tenderness. She never knew a man as sweet and gentle as Leif. Why, when her ex boyfriend Martin had raped her, he only consoled her for a little bit, before he told her that what had happened wasn't that bad, and she needed to relax for the penetration to be deep enough, she wouldn't relax and that was why his forced entry had hurt her so much. 

The most horrible night of her life, and Martin kept prevailing on her not to be such a baby and quit crying, it was over now, he busted her cherry, and the sex would be easier, even though he'd raped her, when she'd begged him to stop. She hadn't wanted to have sex at all, because she'd been on her period. The rape had been awful and messy. A few days after Martin violated her, Lynne realized that he'd wanted her to hush her tears because the crying made him feel guilty for what he'd done to her. Still she blamed herself for that rape until she'd confessed the rape to Leif, and told him that was why she was so scared of sex. Telling Leif about her rape had been the most healing thing she ever experienced. Whatever she needed emotionally, Leif was right there, whereas her prior experiences had made her feeling that men were incapable of emotional intimacy. 

Lynne wasn't used to men being so tender when she fell apart and was emotional, she was used to them growing frustrated, and wanting her to keep quiet and contain her emotions. And Lynne wanted to hold it together, but she also knew that whatever was on the other end of that phone line wasn't good news. And her parents intrusion on her paradise really hurt her after all the tenderness, warmth and fun of the trip to Cali to see his parents. Lynne was just glad that she'd shut her cellphone off and would not be able to get a signal at least during the three-hour flight home. 

But Leif was understanding and gentle. He just pulled her into the crook of his arms and kept kissing her forehead.

"I'm sorry I am embarrassing you, with all the crying and shit," murmured Lynne. 

She searched through her purse looking for a tissue.

"You're not embarrassing me. Nothing wrong with you expressing some emotion, you feel hurt, and scared right now. The tears are natural. I'm not worried about what the other passengers think. I'm worried about how you feel in your heart and soul Lynney. You're in some tough shit right now. This is when I get to prove how much I love you. When the shit gets rough. Let me darlin'," he murmured reaching into his pockets for napkins.

He gently dabbed her face.

"Thank you Leify. I don't know why I'm so upset. I haven't even talked to them yet. But I have a feeling...they're gonna tell me I'm thrown out of the church, and not to call them again," said Lynne softly.

"Yeah honey, they might, but...whatever happens is going to be a lot like ripping off a hangnail, instead of letting it stay around, getting all tender, and letting it hurt whenever you move the nail. It might hurt a lot worse initially but sometimes it heals better if you just rip it off and let the chips fall where it may. Not trying to tell you what to do. Just trying to support you as your man. I'll hold you and dry your tears, as long as you need. Whatever makes it better for you baby," he added warmly. 

And he kissed her all along her neck and her ears tenderly.

She never had someone be so comforting, and not chastise or scold her when her emotions took hold like this. He smelled so good and she just cuddled in his arm and the crook of his chest. Then she started feeling warm delightful confusion stirring the pit of her belly. She wished so bad that they were alone. She was desperately horny, and felt that the only thing that could calm her down would be his fat, long, juicy dick. She wanted him to stuff himself inside her and fill her up thrusting deep inside her until she had a roaring orgasm and fell asleep, and forgot about all her worries. But she knew they couldn't do that on the plane.

But dreaming about it made her horny. She squirmed close to Leif's body. He looked down at her nipples, which were now poking out proudly under her fluffy white cotton top, with the draping sleeves. He entirely misread the reasons for her swollen nipples puffing to the fore under the sweater, and her squirming in the seat.

"Aww, are you cold cutie? It is chilly in here, and you'd think they'd have it a little warmer knowing that we are headed back towards cold ass New York, and it's nighttime. I'll get them to get you a blanket," he added dotingly.

He waved down the airline stewardess politely.

"My lady is cold, do you have any of those nice blankets," said Leif.

Lynne snuggled deeper into his chest and smiled up at him.

"You're so thoughtful Leif," she murmured dreamily.

"Easy as hell when they look like you," he said playfully.

He grabbed the blanket from the airline stewardess and he draped it over her chest, her lap and her knees.

"You want my sweater too, or are you warm now?" asked Leif.

The pampering when she'd felt so sad was luscious. Damn, she wished they were at home. She'd long to be in his lap and riding him to her delight, and he wouldn't even need to kiss her to get her warmed up and ready. When he was kind to her like that, it increased her arousal, especially because she could sense that he was being kind out of the goodness of his heart, not because he wanted to woo her sexually. That knowledge though, seemed to make her crave him more. 

Still Lynne felt somewhat shy, no way could she tell him that she wanted to ride him until her haunches were sore. She wasn't sure if she was ready for rough sex yet, since she used to associate sex with pain. And part of her kept hearing her father's voice, telling her that Leif was just using her, and when he got what he wanted, he'd be off looking for something new. She knew Leif loved her with a pure true love, but deep down inside, she wondered if part of the intrigue he felt was the fact that he still hadn't been as raw and primal as he wanted to be with her. Once she crossed the rough sex threshold with him, what if he grew tired of her, and didn't love her the same way he did right now, with that tender, doting admiration. And what if she hated rough sex. Before Leif she was used to horrible, painful shit in the bed, before her man had wooed her with tender kisses to her pussy and multiple orgasms. What if letting Leif be wild with her sexually was horrible and painful. 

Still, despite the urgings of her mind, her body couldn't fight her lust, and her natural physical arousal. Her mind might be saying no, but her body wanted to be dominated and possessed by this tender sweet man who showed her gentleness and kindness in ways she'd never before imagined. Her physical body was beginning to crave him pounding that luscious dick into her, hard! The physical part of Lynne was beginning to wonder what it felt like for him to bend her over and screw her hard! She never knew anything about the difference between lovemaking and sex before she felt those sweet feelings she got from that extremely deep penetration when he'd bent her over the stool. His dick was so thick when he stretched her from behind, she barely felt like she could stand it, but the girth of him was heavenly. 

She'd never felt like that before they got up to that naughtiness in the woodshed. It was like the sex in the woodshed had turned on a light bulb inside her head, where she wondered about what it would have felt like if he'd bent her over harder, dominated her, and rammed his cock into her hard! He deserved the chance to love her raunchily and nastily, and she would give him all the delights he wanted after their shortly upcoming wedding. 

She bit her full lips, and Leif looked at her with tender eyes, with just a glimmer of lust.

"I'm fine Leify, you need your sweater too, it's cold on this plane," said Lynne.

"Whatever you say little lady. Why don't you relax and try to get some sleep. It'll be well after midnight when we get back to LaGaurdia Airport. When I'm feeling blue and sad, sleep takes the edge off," said Leif.

And he gave her that sweet, surfer boy smile that made everything feel so beautiful in her world. 

She wanted something a little more hefty and luscious than sleep to calm her down, but she nestled into his chest, smelling his sweet, and spicy armpit smell. She daydreamed about sitting in his lap, like she had in the truck when she sat on him repeatedly with those slow and deep strokes as he stretched her out so full and lovely with his thick luscious dick, stretching out and tickling her in all the secret places that made her swoon. Then the dream careened off course, and she was sitting on his lap wildly, riding him brazenly, moaning so loudly that cars slowed down to hear what the noise was all about...they could hear her through the windows. 

Her panties flooded, but the warmth and comfort of Leif gently running his fingers through her hair and the nape of her neck soon took over, as he murmured.

"That's my girl. Go off to sleep. We'll worry about the rest of the shit in the morning. Go to sleep my sweetheart," 

And she fell contentedly into a catnap.

***

When she woke up, probably an hour later, her panties were still sticky. Her dreams must have been very sexual. And Leif, was looking at the air mall magazine, but when he felt her lift her head from his shoulders, he looked over her and smiled.

He gently traced her full pouty lips with a husky fingertip.

"Did you have a good sleep babe," he asked gently.

Lynne kissed his fingertip.

"Yeah...yeah, I think so," said Lynne. 

Her voice was husky with arousal.




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"You must be still sleepy, because I can hardly hear you. We have all the time in the world, so you can go right back to sleep if you want," he added sweetly.

Even he yawned into her hair, he was sleepy too.

Lynne squirmed into her seat.

"Are you still cold...I can get them to get you another blanket. Give you my sweater if you want. Just glad your mind is off some of that hard shit from earlier. Don't worry, I'll be there for you baby. Just set your mind at ease. It's tough, but I'll be there, you can depend on me," he murmured.

But him talking in her ear, with his hot breath did anything but set her mind at ease. She was still as aroused as she was when she dosed off, and her arm hairs stood up. She let out a soft whimper.

Maybe because it was dark on the plane, and he couldn't see her face, but Lynne couldn't believe he couldn't tell how horny she felt right now, sitting in the seat beside him. Normally he noticed right away, and those beautiful baby blue eyes started to sparkle with hints of deeper blue, and he pounced on her delightfully, sucking her lips, necking her, grabbing her breasts, drawing her into him deeper, into a sexual nature. 

She knew she couldn't expect that on the plane. They were in public, and she was wrong for wanting him to pull that seat back and make love to her right now. Furthermore, she was sure that they'd be detained by airport security back in New York. The thought of it sent color to her cheeks and a smile on her face.

She chuckled slightly at her naughty thoughts, then blushed and looked out the window, studying, staring, seeing nothing, before shutting the window cover. 

"Something funny," he teased, tickling her under her arm.

"Baby, stop," she murmured, squirming.

She bit her lip shyly. Her panties were such a mess she was worried about it leaking onto her jeans. She needed relief. A helping hand.

She looked at Leif and took his large right hand, into her own. God his slender, husky, guitar worn fingers felt so good touching her on her body.

His left arm was around her securely. Softly, and discretely she put his pinky into her mouth. She covered it first with a kiss, then with a tiny suck.

"Okay now sweetheart, you're going to get yourself into a lot of trouble when this thing lands, because you're making me start to rise to the occasion," he whispered in her ear as she sucked his pinky.

"My panties already need rinsing," she murmured under her breath. Leif let out a startled chuckle.

"What did you say sweetness, did you say what I thought you just said," whispered Leif with a grin.

She took his husky fingers and moved them languidly over her neck.

"You're soft as hell Lynne, and my sexy little tease. Why are you stirring up shit that can't be finished, three thousand miles in the sky? You wait...just you wait...when are we setting this damn wedding date? You're not going to be able to sit for a week after we're married," he warned huskily.

Lynne felt the butterflies in her stomach. The prospect of rough sex both scared and delighted her at the same time. 

Lynne wanted the pleasure of his hands rubbing gently in her panties so much, her eyes filled with tears again and they dripped on his forearm.

"Don't get sad again sweetness, not now okay. I won't let your parents hurt you anymore. Now I love you very much," he added sweetly, dotingly nuzzling and kissing the crown of her hair.

"Please help me, I can't stand it, don't want to help it anymore, I need you to touch me so much" she moaned softly, and she brought that husky right hand over her breast discreetly, in the dark, under the blanket. 

"Shit Lynney, that's what's been going on under the blanket," he asked with a soft chuckle.

And, Lynne felt her face flush with shame. She was glad that it was dark on the plane, and her eyelids rimmed with fresh water. He probably thought she was slutty, and her aggressiveness in public probably turned him off. Why couldn't she learn to control herself when she was close to him, she thought she'd be getting more used to him by now with all the great sex, and that her hormones would have calmed down a bit. 

And just when she was about to apologize and move his hand, he so gently brushed her aching nipple and gave her breast a very gentle squeeze with three fingers and a thumb.

"Next time you feel this way, you tell me a little sooner, and you can be having fun a lot faster. But you need to keep quiet," he added, and he moved his hand over her knee, covertly, patting it tenderly. 

Lynne also reached one hand under her blanket, looked out the window, as though nothing was the matter at all, and they were entirely innocent. He started discretely pecking the column of her neck under her ear. He kept it affectionate so as not to draw attention to the secret intimacy they were about to share in public. But even that affectionate kiss, in her secret spot filled her with warm, tingly arousal. 

Lynne reached down and unbuttoned her denim jeans.

Then she took his hand, which was gently caressing her belly button under her shirt, and brought it lower, and lower, over the waistband of her underwear. He knew what she liked; he drew her panties up higher, pulling at them, giving her a camel toe, which tickled her clitoris.

"Leif, baby please," murmured Lynne leaning forward, squirming, and biting her lip, her head against the closed window.

"Shhhh....hush now Lynney. Keep quiet and let your man relieve you. Wish I was your husband. That sounds even sexier. Hush up and let your husband relieve you," he added sweetly.

He knew she loved being tickled by her own wet panties over her pussy. He kept doing it discreetly, while it looked like his hands were innocently resting on her belly, the tickling with her underwear sending her sopping wet pussy into a sweet, achy, frenzy.

"You aren't relieving me, you're teasing me," she said, with a playful chuckle under her breath, even as her tears, now from happiness, how he made her feel beautiful, proud, and special about confessing her sensual cravings, his willingness to please her, and even that he loved the person she was.

Such a powerful sexual elixir.

And it was so fucking naughty. He was pleasuring her pussy in the midst of all these sleeping, quietly reading passengers, and airline stewardesses bustling up and down the aisle. She was about to have the biggest orgasm of her life amidst three hundred people, in the public, like her secret fantasies of public sex, and she had to stifle down the joy and pleasure of her tingling pussy, so as not to give away their naughtiness. 

It was delightful to be able to experience the secret longing with him. She knew her pussy lips were so swollen because she was so aroused. If she concentrated, she thought she could come just from her cotton victoria secret panties brushing lightly over her clit.

She was so horny she had contorted her face into a fuck face.

And Leif had graciously leaned over her pretending to be asleep and cuddling the crown of her hair, to disguise the sexual face, as though he was cuddling her innocently. 

"I'm gonna rub your sweet pussy now, so you need to keep quiet, don't give it away or your pleasure will have to wait until we land, and are safe in our apartment. I know you don't want that. I know you are horny as hell, so behave while I pleasure you," he whispered in her ear with all the patience and passion in the world.

At home, he wouldn't have warned her, but she knew why he warned her on the plane. They were in public and he didn't want her to cry out from shock, delight, and pleasure at getting her pussy pleased, and indulging in her secret fantasy.

He brought husky fingers deliciously over the sweet pad of flesh between her legs. He gently squeezed the region where her pussy lips and clitoris came together. Whenever he gently squeezed that area, it felt so good.

Lynne bit her lower lip gently.

She wanted to thrust into his gently masturbating fingers the way she did at home. Not being able to move, not being able to cry out with joy drove her crazy. It made the sensations even more intense, just like she dreamed in her fantasies.

He mercifully covered her clit with the one middle finger, and he rubbed her in those sweet, gentle circles. And just like when they were alone, he didn't just give her exactly what she needed, he teased her to make it better for her, when he finally gave her what she needed. He took his hands out of her panties occasionally stopping to trace her belly button and remind her of her own wetness, as she felt her hot stickiness grazing her stomach. 

But Lynne thought her underwear would be so wet she wouldn't be able to stand up without embarrassment later when he took his fingers discretely out of her panties, and from under the blanket. He discreetly sucked his fingers as though he were licking salt from his fingers after opening the bag of peanuts they'd given them as an airline snack.

He fed her a few peanuts, and admonished her. 

"Lick the sweet salt off my fingers, be a good girl," loud enough so that only she could hear.

She sucked her pussy juices off his fingers, pretending she was licking the peanut salt, then giggled when he discreetly pecked her. 

His hands went back under the blanket covertly, and into her opened denim jeans, and snuck his way under her wet cotton panties.

"Are you ready to come darlin'," he murmured huskily in her ear.

Those sweet husky fingers tickled her belly button, and then lightly tickled her clitoris and the sweet furrow of her pussy lips surrounding her clitoris. God, his three fingers on that pad of flesh felt so good, Lynne stiffened her thighs.

"Feels so good to my sweet little lady doesn't it," he murmured huskily in her ear.

As though it wasn't arousing enough for him to be touching her in public, him whispering those naughty innuendos in her ears while he pleasured her had Lynne's nipples straining so hard against her t-shirt that they burned.

"Forgot about them," he murmured huskily and he playfully tugged at the blanket sending the fabric of her shirt and the blanket dragging tortuously over her throbbing nipple.

"Leif, please," whimpered Lynne.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....I don't want to have to stop pleasuring you baby girl," he whispered in her ear, then kissed her cheek.

He sat up, looking around, his eyes darting over the passengers, and the airline stewardesses, his beautiful blue eyes almost appearing wolf like in their scrutiny.

"Now you're gonna need to be quiet now, if you're gonna let me, make you come in public. If you moan, I'm gonna spank your naughty ass when we get home. Turn you right over my knee and spank you, for giving away our public naughtiness, and embarrassing your man. Is that what you want?" he asked her playfully.

"No, no, I want to be your good girl, please," she whispered hoarsely, tears of pleasure in her eyes.

The erotic domination, the tenderness, exploration of her private fantasies, it was almost too much for Lynne. 

Lynne gripped the left armrest of her seat until her knuckles turned red. She was simply broken with the pleasure of being repeatedly teased to the point of orgasm, indulging in her very private lusts for public sex with Leif, and her sensual delight at the naughty talk. She loved when he playfully dominated her with erotic words.

"You ready to join the mile high club. Do you know how to keep that beautiful mouth of yours quiet," teased Leif playfully.

"What's the mile high club?" murmured Lynne huskily.

"Damn it. You are so fucking innocent, and I love it so much. You'll join it after you're pleasured, and have your orgasm in the friendly skies. I'll explain more after we land. My sweet baby," said Leif with a smile.

Sure that no one was watching them, he licked his fingers discretely, wrapped his left arm around her as though he was cuddling her, his right hand finding it's way under the blanket, and into her lap.

He started the gentle squeezing and rubbing motion that her swollen pussy lips craved. Leif knew just how to play with her soaking wet pussy, and he cared about rubbing it in the ways he knew felt good to her, different than any other man in the world. There was nothing she could do but nibble her lips.

"Such a good little wifey in training, that's right, you don't make a sound," he murmured discreetly covering her ear with moist kisses.

"I wish I could give you something a little more to make my Lynney feel good, I know you feel crummy right now. This is all I can do for you now. I'll do more later to comfort you when we get home, you can have my dick as much as you need when we're in private," he murmured indulgently, and he curled his fingers, and tickled the entrance of her pussy with his middle finger, all the while squeezing and rubbing her aching pussy lips and clitoris.

Lynne wanted his middle finger buried in her pussy so much, she quickly rocked upwards under the guise of straightening up her blanket to catch some more shut eye.

Leif chuckled with delight.

"So damn cute," he muttered under his breath as she greedily sucked his husky middle finger tip deep into her pussy.

He started gently twirling his finger inside of her, rubbing it over her magical g-spot, the palm of his hand tracing her pussy in these gentle circles.

If they were at home, Lynne would have been lifting her hips and ass high off the seat by now, thrusting into his fingers, and moaning loudly, while Leif would have asked her gently, if she was ready for something bigger than his fingers, and opened his jeans to give her his fat, luscious dick. 

But there was none of that on this airplane. 

He pressed his palm more firmly into her pussy.

"You're so wet sweetness. I wish there was something more I could do for you. I'm so hard, if we were at home, I would want to make love to you, and come in that sweet pussy for hours. I think it's the fact that I can't, that makes it so exciting, to touch you like this. I think that's why you like it too baby," he added softly.

Lynne grabbed the base of his wrist and started bringing his hand over her in more rapid circles.

Instead of crying out loudly like she wanted to, she gulped air rapidly into her lungs, and exhaled slowly as she felt the sweet strains of pleasure start to radiate through her pussy.

His palm grazing her aching, swollen clitoris and giving it sweet, firm pressure in gentle circles started the glimmer of pleasure, and then, his luscious finger pressing into her gspot made the feeling reverberate satisfyingly through her womanhood causing her womb to contract with tingly ecstasy.

The sweet waves of pleasure lurched between her legs and between her thighs, and they would not stop. Multiples at Leif's expert caresses. Each time her pussy muscles contracted with delight, Leif would ease some of the pressure that his palm was giving her pussy, and dislodge his finger so that it was not resting on her g-spot. And, once he felt she calmed down and her wave of orgasm had passed, he pushed against her pussy with his palm satisfyingly and firmly caressing her g-spot. He teased her and edged her orgasm again and again. 

He let Lynne decide when she had enough and she told him by squeezing her thighs around his gently caressing fingers so he couldn't move them.

Leif chuckled.

"Shit Lynney, you been working out, you're cutting the circulation off of my hand!" he whispered playfully in her ear.

"Then you shouldn't be such a fucking tease!" admonished Lynne with a harsh whisper.

Leif pressed his lips together to stifle the urge to laugh loudly. Lynne covered her mouth with the blanket, panting softly as she rode the waves of hot, sweet, achy pleasure to a satisfying conclusion at the urging of Leif's sweet fingertips. 

It was so damn good for Lynne! As Leif whispered, the pleasure was so much more intense than anything she'd felt, because she knew she couldn't cry out, and because he was giving her this very private pleasure in such a public place, and it felt naughty, delicious, and wrong. 

And it also felt incredibly loving, because he knew he'd loved her with his fingers under the blanket to take her mind off the pain of the issues with her parents as well.

Her orgasm over, she relaxed her thighs, then after about a minute, discretely removed his hand from under her panties, and then, after another minute went by, Leif took his hand from under the blanket.

Lynne's lips were curling into a naughty grin.

"Bet my fucking fingers are purple, you've got a death like grip," he whispered between innocent pecks of her cheek.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean too," she murmured.

Leif turned on the reading light with the hand that hadn't been caressing Lynne, examining his fingertips.

"Leif!" whispered Lynne harshly.

"I'm just looking to make sure you didn't break my fingers," he said playfully.

"I didn't break your damn fingers, turn off that light before someone sees what's on your fingers!" she whispered pinching his side.

"No one's gonna notice your sweet juices. Damn, so sweet, never seen my fingers so wet before. Can't wait to eat your pussy later. Keep it wet for me," he whispered playfully.

Lynne broke into the sweetest soft giggles, and shut off the overhead light.

Leif started eating more of those damn airline peanuts, then, he licked the sweet juices of Lynne he really craved off of his fingers, and then fed her more peanuts so she could do the same.

"Go on, get a little more shut eye. Still got like an hour. Don't want you worried about nothin' right now, we'll take care of it," he added innocently patting her rear.

She buried her head in his chest, and mercifully fell into satisfying slumber.

***

Later on, back at the house, Leif brought in their suitcases.

"Look, I want you to unpack your suitcase as soon as we get up tomorrow, because I don't want to be tripping over it all week, but I've got better things for you to do to me tonight," murmured Lynne, grabbing his peck as he sat the suitcase down in the hallway.

"Mmm, I like when you are sassy. Maybe I've got better things for you to do tonight too, you little tease. It was so hot, teasing you and pleasing you like that in front of everyone's nose. Giving you what you said you always wanted..." he murmured huskily.

"Yeah, what I always wanted. Private pleasure in a public place," she murmured with a naughty grin.

"Leave your phone on the coffee table...don't want you thinking of that shit," he added, swatting her ass.

Leif did not want her thinking about that damn phone at all right now. Only her pleasure, and the tender love and bond they were creating.

She grabbed her phone, and his, and sat them on the coffee table. 

She returned to the hallway, near the bedroom, and he pushed her into the room by the seat of her denim pants, groping her juicy ass.

In the bedroom, which was still dark and illuminated only by the streetlight, Leif stripped down naked, eagerly, throwing his clothes in the corner on his side of the bed, while Lynne stood in the corner of her side of the room, doing the same thing.

She was slower than Leif, and he was already laying across the bed. 

She'd stipped off her jeans, and the dressy lacy shirt she'd worn on the plane, but she was still in her white panties and that cute little white t-shirt with tweety bird on the front, and no damn bra on. She was so fucking sexy without even trying to be.

"Mmm...Leave your t-shirt and panties on and climb on top of me," groaned Leif.

Lynne grinned at him.

He ushered her into her arms.

He grabbed her by her thighs, pulled her towards his lips.

"It was hard, smelling that sweet, sweet smell of your juices hitting my nose, while I rubbed you under the blanket, and not getting any taste," he grunted huskily.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 34



He lifted the leg of her boy cut panties, and pulled them roughly to one side, exposing her wet pussy and those course exotic hairs. He licked and kissed, and sucked her tasty lower lips. 

"Damn your pussy tastes so good to me," he groaned. 

His dick was so hard it ached, and he longed to fuck her, but that wasn't what she needed right now. Lynne needed sweet, lovemaking, so her heart knew how loved and adored she was! 

Just thinking that her parents were calling her, telling her she was excommunicated had reduced her to tears that were painful for Leif to watch. He wanted to shield her. Wanted to protect his baby from all hurts and pains. It was why he hadn't wanted her to go to that church back at home. 

He was wrong for protecting her from that, but he didn't feel he was wrong for wanting to protect her from her parents. Why wouldn't she just let him answer the cellphone. He would be respectful, but would let them know, that he was the man that Lynne had chosen, and they would be married soon, and it would be easier for everyone involved, if they would just accept that, and try not to make it so hard for Lynne with that church business.

But Lynne was probably right that this would not go well. He'd already seen the way her parents were when they visited their house for thanksgiving.

Lynne needed comfort, and support. He had to discipline himself, and save the hot fucking he wanted for their honeymoon. He probably also should tenderly explain the difference, he thought it the other day, but she'd had such a sheltered, and sexually repressed upbringing, that she might not understand, and may not be aware of the difference between sex and fucking. Being taken roughly, especially as a former rape victim might frighten her, if she wasn't prepared.

It was easy to forget, that Lynne was still learning sexually as hot, and sensual as the little creature was. They way she loved to play, loved pleasures and orgasms, and this new, secret, freaky side that liked to do things in public, out in the woodshed, in the car, getting fondled at the airport, and on the porch. He loved indulging his gorgeous woman, and honestly, while he'd done his fair share of naughty stunts in his single days, he'd never had a woman as hot and erotic as Lynne despite her shy, and churchy little upbringing.

Nor had he ever felt such pleasure before, and he was certain it was because he loved her, and the love that throbbed in his heart traveled straight to his dick and filled it with that hot, aching glow.

It had been so hard touching those sweet, curly little hairs of hers, and her moist, steamy warmth and not want to pull her into his lap and ram his aching cock in her tight innards, three thousand feet in the air, onlookers be damned. 

He was dreaming about fucking her hard while he penetrated her pussy hard with his tongue, twirling his tongue in rough, hard circles. What he imagined during to her with his dick! 

"God! I love your tongue, oh baby, I can't stand it, I need you inside of me, please!" moaned Lynne.

She moved her hips off of his face, moved down towards his torso and gripped his dick.

"Leave your panties on!" he cried firmly.

Leaving them on was going to protect her for now. It would keep him from ramming his dick in her roughly when she wasn't ready.

"Leify, you're so freaky baby, I love it so much," she murmured.

He pulled the cute little boy cut panties hard into her ass, loving the view of her beautiful, fat little ass cheeks spilling out of the bottom of the panties.

He gripped her hips and thrusted upwards into her, and bit his lips, and curled his toes to try to be gentle when he felt the sweet heat, the steamy moisture, and that heavenly tightness engulf his dick.

He let out a sweet groan, gripped her cute ass cheeks, and he was sure, printing them slightly with his eager fingernails.

Lynne started to ride him now with those slow, teasing, but firm strokes that she loved. The panties gave some resistance that kept him from penetrating her very deeply, which made Leif ache with the sweetest of all lust, and also seemed to be driving Lynne crazy.

He enjoyed burying his cock in her tempting pussy, receiving that tight, sticky warmth, that his head was nudging that sweet little spot inside of her that filled her with such pleasure.

Her gspot was getting swollen, and he felt heat and slickness of their inner thighs pressing and rubbing together as Lynne grinded above him.

In the moonlight, he could see those cute, perky small tits bouncing up and down, up and down in the cartoon t-shirt, and they begged for his tender caress. He rubbed them gently as they jiggled in the shirt.

The visual, and Lynne's sexy little silhouette rocking and bouncing and nibbling her pouty mouth with joy was too much for him.

He tried to be as gentle as he could, but he gripped her sides, and rocked upwards into her hard several times, and each time he did, her eyes widened and she let out a pleasured little yelp. He'd never thrusted in her that hard before! 

Leif knew she needed firm pressure on her sweet spots to quake with her orgasm. And, if she enjoyed this firm pressure, wait until she felt what it was like to be fucked.

He watched with delight and squeezed his ass and fists together behind her back, gritted his teeth together to keep from coming, when he saw his adorable, nasty Lynney reach her fingers in her panties, rubbing and masturbating her clitoris to bring on her orgasm.

He loved seeing his woman pleasuring herself as she bucked and strained with pleasure rocking on his dick! 

She started to arch her back wildly, bumping his dick against her g-spot rapidly but the deepness of movement was restrained due to her panties.

"Fuck! Leify I love you, it's so good inside me baby!" she groaned, wriggling her hips in ferocious but shallow circles.

Those tight pussy muscles gripped around him with ecstasy, and he felt her fingernails gripping his chest for leverage.

Leif grabbed and bunched the material of her boycut panties, pulling them to the side so that he could bury himself a little deeper into her tender, tight, heat.

A few times he allowed himself sweet, primitive thrusts, as far as those tight little panties he'd pulled into her ass would allow.

Sweet Jesus, it felt so good to plow into her hard, even if only a few times, and not as deep as he would like! 

He groaned with satisfaction, and her hot honeyed heat coaxed him to bathe her insides with his seed.

He gripped the small of her back.

"Mmmm....my sweet little Lynney, love your pussy so much," he groaned with sheer pleasure.

He did love her pussy. And because he couldn't really fuck it yet, she left him breathless with longing, need, and adoration even though he'd just come. It felt so good to lay huddled up with her after he'd loved her. He couldn't wait to spend a whole day with her, vigorously fucking her and sleeping between rounds. Perfect activity for a honeymoon. 

Lynne buried herself into his sweaty chest, panting with the same rapid breathing patterns he had. He gently grabbed a handful of her hair. Stroking it. Before he realized what he was even doing, he was rocking her in his arms.

Kissing her forehead. He loved to pamper her when she was distressed. She snuggled into him closer. She squeezed him like he was a stuffed animal, and his heart felt so full, he thought he would burst with love, even though his body was still warm with the pleasure of their sex. The tenderness, the lovemaking, it all brought him closer to her. And the way she held onto him, like he was her security. Shit! He was sorry that she was having such issues with her parents, and especially her father, he didn't want this for his Lynney, but somehow, he felt that the hole that was in her heart because of the daddy issues, caused Lynne to crave Leif's love and approval in a special way that heightened their bond, more than a couple without these issues. 

Terrible thing, but he nearly wanted to tell any man who was looking for an angel to adore, to find a good girl who had some daddy issues, and fill her heart with tenderness and kindness, and watch her flourish, and see if that woman wouldn't make him the happiest man alive.

"it feels so good when you hold me tight like this. I don't want to get up, not ever," she sighed softly. 

"Who says you ever have to get up? You can hide in my arms as long as you want. I want you to sleep well and have good dreams Lynney," murmured Leif.

He was still rocking her in his arms. Leif wanted her to rest and relax, and not feel worried or scared about what awaited her on the phone. Usually she was out like a light. When messing in her hair and snuggling did not get her to sleep as usual he murmured,

"I'm gonna fix you some tea, come in the kitchen with me,"

**



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 35



***

Leif was determined to help her sleep. It was lovely for Lynne, because she'd never had anyone really help calm her nerves the way it seemed Leif wanted to. Being rocked in his arms like his big spoiled baby even though she was a grown woman was soothing as hell. She drank up his comfort in huge gulps now that he'd lovingly convinced her that he wanted her to have good dreams. And that he enjoyed indulging her with tenderness. 

She sat up in his arms, and her sexy man got up from the covers, ass bare naked, she could see the silhouette of his pale luscious bottom in the moonlight. She felt a stirring between her legs. It was so sexy the way he just moved her panties to the side and pushed his thick dick inside her. He hadn't gotten as deep as she would have liked, but the visual, and the idea of what he was doing to her, had titillated her sexually. Then those last few strokes, he'd used his cock in her hard! And it hadn't hurt a bit, at least not in a bad way. She ached with pleasure while her pussy seized around his cock, she felt helpless with sweet joy. 

The whole idea of there being only so much they could indulge in, like in the airplane or on his parents porch, where all he could do was titillate her with his fingers aroused her so much, made her feel like a tea kettle that was about to boil over and do some passionate things she'd never done before. 

Being close like that and sharing their bodies when they got home had been satisfying emotionally, but now, because Leif cared for her with such kindness, she found her physical arousal growing strong again. She was still wearing the panties he'd sexed her in, and they were still stiff and sticky with his come, and moist and damp with her juices, reminding her of their sex. They were nearly uncomfortable, but she wouldn't peel them off. She liked being reminded that he'd sexed her in her panties, and used her body for his pleasure until they both came, hard! 

Her nipples strained painfully against her tweety bird t-shirt. She loved the cartoon character t-shirts, and she wore them, sometimes even under her more dressed up clothes. The cartoon characters, her love of sesame street, it was all because these were things that she couldn't indulge in as much as her classmates growing up. While her fellow classmates were watching tweety bird and eating their favorite cereal, Lynne was up early in the morning in the freezing cold, banging on doors and winning converts. But Leif, he never minded the cartoon characters, or her desire to engage in childlike and whimsical behavior sometimes. He often said he thought it was adorable, and he meant it. It made Lynne feel accepted, loved, and secure. When they didn't have anything else they needed, or wanted to do he made sure they watched her favorite cartoons and ate breakfast together on Saturday morning, even though she was grown. He secretly still liked to watch cartoons too, and they laughed, and had such a good time together. 

It was like, he knew what was missing, what was broken inside her, and he didn't mind filling her full of what she lacked, and it seemed to make the sensual bond between them even tighter. And she didn't mind filling him full of what he needed either, and she knew he needed someone to listen to him, not mind if he should stutter when he was nervous, and value his world outlook

She followed him into the kitchen quietly. Damn he was so fucking sexy, and she loved the way he just walked into the kitchen naked, and turned the light on like a sexy caveman. 

But Leif was a gentle caveman. And he was also sleepy. He rubbed his eyes as though he was exhausted. But he cared for her with such kindness that he wouldn't go to sleep because she couldn't sleep. 

"Baby, you look so sleepy. Go on to bed, and get your rest. I...I can make my tea, and I'll come back to the bedroom when I'm done," said Lynne.

"Hush and sit down Lynney! Wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to do it for you. I don't mind making you a cup of tea. Have a seat," he added gruffly pulling out her chair. He yawned softly. 

And then, as though he felt like he'd been too harsh, he kissed her forehead. She knew Leif well enough by now to know that he wasn't being harsh, it was just a mechanism he used to keep from getting all mushy inside. Keep it masculine. Sometimes the harsher he seemed, the gentler he was feeling in his heart for her. 

Lynne just glowed inside with warmth, and she smiled at him, drinking in the view of his broad sexy chest and thick arms. 

"Okay...okay, you don't have to be grouchy. I appreciate you fixing me a cup of hot tea," she said softly, playfully chastened.

"Not a big deal Lynney. I don't mind at all. You'll sleep better anyway, with something warm in your belly. I always feel better with something warm in my stomach if I can't sleep" said Leif.

He poured water into their teakettle.

"Leif Peterson is that a teakettle I see? Not a microwave?" asked Lynne.

"Oh quit your yakking. I can use a teakettle now. I've been watching your ass and listening to you complain for so long whenever I'd microwave hot water for tea...microwave tea water tastes like shit...long enough that I know how to use this fucking teakettle contraption you brought to our house," said Leif.

Lynne giggled, and then snorted. He always knew how to make her laugh. It was fucking sexy watching him standing naked in front of the stove, like Tarzan, but sweetly watching the t-kettle like Mr. Manners. 

The sweeter he was, the more sexually aroused Lynne became. 

Even his flaccid cock was beautiful, and she already wanted to suck it again. 

"You always say I'm a smart ass, you have a smart mouth too. And the microwave hot water for tea does taste like shit. You're finally learning to use a tea kettle, good for you," she quipped.

"Hey woman, I know how to use one of these guys. I knew it before I met you. Just, the microwave is a hell of a lot easier, and I don't taste the difference. But my mom used to use a teakettle too. So there," he said playfully sticking out his tongue at her.

Lynne chortled with laughter.

He brought the water to a boil, and when the teakettle whistled, he poured the hot water over the tea bag, and sweetened the concoction with honey and lemon. Her eyes filled up with water, watching Leif, long husky masculine fingers carefully pouring the water in one of their teacups, being dainty with the teabag, and then trying to get just the right mix of honey and lemon.

He fussed over her cup so much, and it reminded her of the way he fussed over her with kindness and concern. Then, he sat the teacup before her like she was his spoiled princess. 

Lynne gratefully accepted the teacup.

She didn't want to sit in the chair, she wanted his lap, and she pushed out her chair, and sat in his naked lap, her thigh right next to his flaccid cock, and his thick, luscious balls. 

"Thanks for my tea. Leif, I love you. I want your lap," she added kissing him softly on his lips.

"I love you too. And you're always welcome to sit in my lap, whenever you have want or need. You know that too. You know I love you sitting in my lap" he added his fingers in her hair, mildly scolding her, and pulling her into his arms. 

She sipped the tea.

"It's delicious. You made it perfect just how I love. How can you know me so well?" she asked playfully.

"Easy. Easy as hell. I make it like you. Strong, and pretty sweet, and just a little bit tart," he added, looking at her with those sexy blue eyes.

She giggled. 

Lynne sipped her tea. The warmth in his arms, and the warmth of the tea in her stomach was soothing indeed. Leif was right, it did feel good to have something warm in her stomach when she was trying to fall asleep and rest peacefully. She actually let out a small yawn.

"God, you're cute as hell Lynney. I told you, that warmth in your belly would make you sleepy. It's good for you, soon I'll put you to bed, and you can go onto sleep," he murmured.

He took the empty teacup from her hands, and pulled her into his neck. 

He rocked her in his arms. And then he started stroking her sweetly from the crown of her head, to the small of her back. When he touched her, she felt her skin break out in goose pimples, just from the pleasure and warmth of him touching her so sweetly, and caring for her gently with the tea.

He was so kind and gentle to her, and that sweetness made her horny for him! It made her want to explore, and share, and give her body to him in ways that made him happy the way he brought her heart such joy. 

The aching in her nipples started again, and she felt warmth and heat growing in the pit of her belly and traveling down below that had nothing to do with the tea, but it was joining the stiff, stickiness of the sex stained panties, and causing them to be moist again.

Leif squeezed her close, his blue eyes cloudy with lust, staring down into her own, and he gently sucked her lower lip a few times. She knew in that instant, he felt her panties getting wet on his thighs, and she whispered onto his lips, 

"I need something else warm in my belly besides that tea to help put me to bed!"

"Well your man thinks you're a really good girl, so whatever you think you need to get off to sleep, I want you to have it, just take it, now you hear. This is a whole new world of love for you baby, you're not gonna be denied anything now that you're gonna be my little wifey," he murmured into her neck.

She loved when he kissed her neck, it was so fucking good and she squeezed him passionately into her neck by his dreadlocks. He started necking her, and before she even realized what she was doing, she was gyrating into his stomach, the stiff panty crotch now growing wet and click with her sex juices, warm tingles flooding her belly and between her legs. God she wanted his dick! 

He started tickling the inside of her thigh near her panty line with gentle fingers and nibbling at the column of her throat, and she felt his thick, sexy dick springing alive under her right ass check. Damn, she loved it when his fat cock first started getting hard close to her ass! 

Lynne smelled the scent of the sex stained panties and her newly aroused juices hitting the air under her nose, and apparently Leif smelled it too.

The smell of her own juices, and the smell of the sex they shared earlier aroused Lynne, and she sat up close to him in his lap and kissed Leif hard, used her tongue within his mouth as filthily as she could currently imagine, the same hard and nasty way he'd pulled her panties to the side and ate her pussy wild and hard, flicking her hungry insides roughly with his tongue, as soon as they got home from the airport. 

Leif groaned with pleasure and he squeezed her so tight in his arms, she couldn't get away if she tried.

"Mmm, you smell so good sweetness. What else warm, do you want in your belly to help you get off to sleep. I think I know what you want," he moaned, and he took three of his fingers and lightly brushed where she came together, as though he was grabbing a bit of honey to sweeten some tea, and brushed her juices vulgarly under his nose, and on his lips.

So fucking sexy, so she sucked and licked and nibbled his lips and their shared sex flavor. Then she grabbed his cock, looking into his smoky blue eyes reverently. Leif was so full of lust he was nibbling his own lips. Sweet and sexy man, full of lust and trying to hold back, almost trembling with desire, because he didn't want to scare her, and be too rough. 

She wished she wasn't so terrified of roughness, her physical self wanted to scoot up on the table, spread her legs wide, and tell him to do what he wanted, which she was now sure was plowing into her roughly, but her emotional and mental self felt frightened. At least for him to be in control of the rough sex act.

"Baby, I love you. I just want to help you sleep sugar. Don't be shy baby. You can have whatever you want Lynney, just like when we stopped for ice-cream," he murmured sweetly.

The baby I love you, released some of the pent up pain of fear, and repression that had a hold on Lynne's sexuality. Leif did love her, and this new desire she had for them to be more vigorous was a natural outgrowth of how loving and caring he was. She was learning to trust him. 

She wanted his dick buried in her pussy, so she could feel it clear up in her navel, and she wanted it hard.

She swung her legs around on his lap, pulled her panties off, and flung them up in the air so high, she didn't know where they landed. She just knew she didn't want the panties getting in the way of his thick, heavenly cock this time, if they ended up thrusting hard!

He chuckled with joy when she threw her panties in the air, and he squeezed her tight around her waist. She sat with both her feet planted firmly on the tile of their linoleum floor, squeezed her eyes shut, gripped his dick, and sat down on him, hard.

She'd expected her deep hard thrust to hurt, so she was floored by the sweet sensation of achy joy that flooded her pussy, when his fat cock stretched her out rougher than ever before.

Such a delightful sensation of surrender and parting of the waters to accommodate his thick, massive cock, and it felt so good it almost hurt, not quite, but the sensation of being stretched wide by his cock was so pleasurable, she simply rolled her eyes up in the sockets with sheer joy.

The joy was intense, if felt like too much for her tight pussy, and she screamed loudly for him- 

"Ugh, Leify!"

Leif groaned that he loved her and let out a low curse, and curled his own toes on the kitchen linoleum. 

It felt like being warmed too much by the sun, and she backed away, too much joy.

She arched her hips upward, needing to escape that sweet, tantalizing fullness. The exquisite heft of his cock, and taking it in her fast like that was too much.

Leif gently grabbed her hips and pulled them down towards his aching cock. 

"Don't be scared of my cock sugar, I know you want it a little bit harder. Wanna help you sleep baby. Help my woman go to sleep," he groaned hotly in her ear. 

He squeezed her tightly to him so she couldn't get away. But instead of feeling frightened and confined, she felt possessed and adored. Then he stared suckling and kissing her along her neck, like she was sweet, and tasty treat and he couldn't get enough of her. She'd arched her hips upward, only his fat, mushroom head remained buried within her.

But they gentle way he held her, he was patient, not forcing her, not thrusting, but he held onto her firmly and wouldn't let her go, kissing the side her neck, and literally grunting with pleasure, made her want that fat cock in her, deeply again.

She sat on it slowly this time, enjoying the sensation of his heavenly thickness parting her slowly, filling her up satisfyingly where she'd ached for him inside. He was filling her with pleasure so she could go off to sleep.

She felt her hot stickiness flooding his lap, and she became aware of physical sensations, the raw physicality of the passion she felt for him in ways she never knew before. Lynne ached to see his thick cock stretching out her tight pussy, and she looked between their bodies, but he was holding her so tight, all she could see was how sweaty that tweety bird tshirt was, so sweaty that it showed the dark outline of her areolas and how hard her nipples were.

Even when she leaned backwards the position they were in would not allow her to see what he was doing to her, so she imagined his fat, pink head pushing into her tight pussy. The tighter she imagined herself, and the more he had to stretch her, the more her pussy tingled with longing. She wanted him stretching her out hard! She wanted to belong to him. 

When she leaned backwards, she took that fat, heavenly dick deeper into her pussy and almost towards her belly.

"I love your dick!" yelled Lynne.

Tears of delight streamed down her face. She leaned back as far as her hips would allow, and then started bouncing up and down on the balls with firm, rapid thrusts. Leaning back on this way caused the thick heaviness of his shaft to glide firmly against her g-spot. The pressure of his meaty dick against her most sensitive areas caused her to throw her head back and groan with sheer sensual delight.

She rode him like she rode the mechanical bull at the Karaoke bar. She hadn't been in that bar since she and Leif dated, and honestly, now that Leif was in her life, her need to ride that bull was diminished.

Warmth spread through her cheeks when she remembered riding that bull, besting everyone and getting a few prizes, beer and other treats, and little did the owner, and other patrons know that she learned to ride that bull so good because that sweet rough rocking almost made her come.

There were times when she quickly knocked her winning beer back, and couldn't wait to get home to masturbate and finish. She'd shut the door behind herself, and sometimes she wouldn't even make it into the bedroom, her hands would be in her pants and pleasing herself before she even got a chance to play in her toybox. Her appetite for sex was strong! Strong!

She often was quaking with orgasm right in the doorway, and she felt dirty and filthy for imagining herself coming, riding that bull in front of all those strangers. 

But now, with Leif, she didn't feel dirty or ashamed of her sexual desires anymore! He made her feel proud and unashamed of her womanly urges! He gently caressed her bouncing breasts under the tweety bird tshirt.

He groaned about how sweet, tender, and innocent she was. How much he loved when his good girl was naughty. 

Feeling cherished by him just made her even hornier! 

She loved the sensation of riding and rocking on him rough. It felt good to her clit, and her pussy. And she was finally feeling safe enough to let Leif see. The caring tenderness made her feel safe to admit to another soul that that she enjoyed riding on an object nasty and rough. 

But nothing she'd ridden on thus far had felt as good as sitting raunchily in Leif's lap and using him for her joy; that mechanical bull did not have a thick dick to stretch her out so nicely. 

"Lynney! Fuck! I love you baby...my sweet pussy," groaned Leif.

All Lynne could do was nod; he'd took her breath away with pleasure and she couldn't even speak. She looked up into his eyes with adoration not only for the big, beautiful love that they shared, but for his thick, massive organ that brought her such pleasure. 

She could relate to Leif' cries. She loved him, but she loved that damn thick dick of his too! Sexual love! 

He'd slumped down in the chair somewhat with joy, she rode him so good he surrendered to her, sliding further, and further back in the chair with pleasure.

Then she felt his fingers reach between her two butt cheeks baring her, and spreading her wide for their mutual enjoyment. 

"Can't get enough," he whispered against her neck. 

She didn't think he could get any deeper in her pussy from this position, but when he spread her by her haunches she felt her eager muscles suck him in even deeper.

She couldn't speak, just scream with joy as she sat on his hips and felt the pleasure of him stretching her out clear up into her womb. With each scream her eyes widened with pleasure and tears of joy streamed down her face.

"Are you okay baby?" he asked, his voice husky with the sweet pleasure of their sex.

"Yeah! Damn, Leify, I love you so much!" she cried. 

"Love you too baby," he panted softly. 

Satisfied that she was okay, Leif made the sexiest fuck face, wrinkled up his face like something smelled sour or tasted bitter.

He made a base, guttural groan, a sound of deep ecstasy she had never heard before. 

She leaned forward, tickling her pussy with his blonde nest of pubic hair, and her soaking wetness provided such sweet, luscious lubrication that his pubes tickled her clit into a warm frenzy of joy, she didn't even need to stimulate her clit in any other way.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 35



Her clit, her tight pussy muscles, her gspot, and her womb glowed with a hot, sweet sensation of tingly joy so sharp it ached.

There was nothing to do but scream loudly with each joyful thrust. She rocked so hard she heard the chair slamming into the linoleum.

She couldn't even worry about the scratching of their floor, the joy was so intense, her pussy her clit, and her womb were all filled with the joyus sensation of being filled up with Leif's massive cock until they ached with pleasure, and there was nothing at all to do, but surrender to the massive stretching of his cock. 

"Fuck! Oh Fuck! Baby I love you," cried Lynne shrilly.

She loved him so much she sobbed loudly with orgasmic pleasure. 

She stopped rocking just a little bit.

He was so beautiful and he held his hands planted sweetly on her back. Even as rough as she was above him, she could sense that he was holding back, and still not giving into the sensual sensations as much as he craved, because he didn't want to overwhelm or hurt her. 

So, she looked at him lovingly, with tears in her eyes, she knew he hadn't come yet.

"I want your hot come in my belly, make me sleep so good!" she cried loudly.

"My sweet little angel!" groaned Leif. 

He held her hips tightly to him, and he rocked into her belly deep and rough about four times. He just bottomed out hard, and she could feel him deep in her gut, and she looked down into his eyes and he looked up into her eyes, and she'd never seen them foggy with such lust before, his deep blue eyes were nearly purple.

"You want my come in your pussy?" he moaned.

"Yes baby, please...so hot and good...fill me up!" she panted. 

Even as he pounded roughly a few times from below he caressed he crown of her hair like she was his most prized possession.

"My good, naughty girl! Love filling your hungry pussy!" he heaved delightedly. 

He pulled her hair, and he buried her into his neck, and she felt his cock throbbing almost violently with the intensity of his orgasm.

He squeezed her so hard he almost hurt her ribs, then he was kissing her forehead. It was delightful to Lynne to be overwhelmed with such sweet tender affection after sharing with him so physically! 

"Jesus, my dick never felt so good before! Oh fuck it feels so good to thrust in you hard, even a few times at the end sweetie. Thank you so much!" moaned Leif.

Lynne felt a tremor of disappointment flood her stomach. She thought the whole time had been rough. If he only thought the last few thrusts he did were rough, he really must have been handling her with kid gloves during their sex! She supposed she had a lot to learn! 

But Leif looked sweaty, exhausted, and satisfied in ways that he hadn't looked before.

"It does feel good to let go...I never felt so...so safe before. So trusting before. I felt like you were an emotional anchor for me...and you wouldn't let anything get to me. It felt sexy too! I used to like to ride on stuff...to get off before I knew you. I worried....worried that you would think I was nasty if I showed how much I Iiked it...the first few times I rode on top," said Lynne softly.

She smiled at him shyly, feeling happy, proud and reassured, because of the sweet way that he always treasured her budding sexuality. 

"Baby, I already knew you loved to ride, but I could tell you were shy. I'm glad you love to ride my dick. You're so fucking cute Lynney, you should see yourself! My little rough rider! Leif's sweet, dirty little wifey. The nastier we are, the more I love you darlin'. We'll be even dirtier when we walk down that aisle, and there's nothing a young man likes more. It's beautiful to be smutty together with your wife, I'm glad it makes you feel safe in your heart to ride in my lap too," he added with a sweet smile. 

"I think the love feelings just make the sex feelings so much more intense. It's like, the feelings I feel for you in my heart, when you are sweet and kind to me, make me hungry for you in my pussy, it makes me want to do dirty stuff like ride you on the kitchen chair," murmured Lynne softly. 

"Oh yeah, I definitely agree. When I do something sweet to you, or for you, and you end up feeling safe and loved, and I see you smile, it short circuits to my dick. Or when you do something kind for me. One way or another I find myself feeling horny. I didn't know those feelings combined like that before you, but now that you are my woman Lynne, I don't see how you have one without the other, how you can desire a woman intensely, and not love her, or vise versa," he added sweetly.

Lynne squirmed on his lap, enjoying the feeling of his come pooling out of her pussy and dripping only slightly onto his thigh. 

She didn't even realize she was making a goofy face as his ejaculate ran slowly out of her pussy and onto his leg.

But he kissed her forehead gently and murmured. 

You love your man's come in your pussy don't you sweetheart," he murmured lovingly.

Lynne nodded, and she stuck her finger in her pussy, groaning at the feeling of their shared, sticky sex juices, and sucked her fingers hard as though it was jam.

He shared a bit of the juices on her fingers, then he murmured-

"Push it out so we can have a good sleep and no wet spot," 

"Here, on your lap," murmured Lynne.

She was sitting with both her legs and her wet, open pussy on his thigh. So she'd be pushing all her pussy juice and his come right on his thigh.

"Yeah, yeah baby, only, turn around so your man can see the juices," groaned Leif huskily playing with her nipples.

She turned around on his lap, her ass facing him, and sat proudly on one of his knees.

It felt dirty, nasty and wrong to sit on her mans knee and push out her pussy juice and his ejaculate. Precisely why it turned her on so much, and bonded her to him even more intensely. She loved their secret, nasty, come games, and she couldn't wait until after they were married. She hoped he had even dirtier things he wanted to do with the shared fluids of their union after they went down the aisle. 

She spread her haunches for him, sat down on his thigh, bore down, and enjoyed the sensation of their warm fluids squirting out of her pussy and bathing his thigh. 

It felt so good pushing their juices on his knee, she moaned, then bent forwards, gripping the table to try to get all of it out, rubbing her pussy on his thigh in circles as she bathed his leg with the remnants of their shared fluids. It felt so good and raunchy that she almost came again rubbing herself and pushing her come out against his thigh. 

"Baby it feels good," she panted softly.

So good she almost fucking came again!

"Mmm it does feel good. It's warm, raw, and vulgar. I love how it feels! Secret nasty games! Never do that with anyone but you baby, my come is yours now,"

"Oh baby, I love pushing your come out of me, It embarrasses me, but I love when you ask me to do it," moaned Lynne. 

"I know you do baby. You push my come out of your sweet little kitty wherever on my body that you want, so I don't leave you all messy and I mean that. Stand up," he cried gently.

She stood up in his arms and he planted tender kisses all over her pussy. 

Lynne felt loved, and adored. 

She pulled off the sweaty, tweety bird t-shirt, and demurely wiped the huge wet spot off of his leg, and once it was clean and dry, she kissed his leg, and then his face.

And finally, she felt blissfully tired. She threw the t-shirt in the floor. She had no idea where her panties were, and she figured she'd find them tomorrow, and pick up the shirt then.

Having something warm in her belly, or two warm things seemed to be really working. 

But, she hadn't expected Leif to tenderly pick her up in his arms and carry her back to the bedroom as though he was carrying her over the threshold.

He pulled her tight in his arms spooning her, kiss her nape, and he crooned.

"Now you just rest. Lots of good, warm things in your belly, tea, and your man's come, and if you can't get off to sleep, you let me know, and I'll turn you over on your back and give you more of that warm stuff you love, and help you sleep," he crooned sweetly.

He squeezed her tight around her waist, and that was the last thing that Lynne remembered until she heard the buzzing of the doorbell the next morning.

***

She sat up abruptly in Leif's arms, rubbing the sleep out her eyes and looking all around. Her ass muscles felt a tad bit sore from rocking around with joy in his lap. Damn, she was lusty last night. Color flooded to her cheeks.

There was sharp banging at the door.

Her stomach flooded with apprehension.

"I think it's my parents," she cried, shaking Leif's shoulder.

Leif rubbed his eyes full of sleep and confusion. He was even more knocked out with physical tiredness than she was.

He shook his dreadlocks back and forth.

"No....no babe...it's not them. Do they know where we live now? In the apartment that used to be mine, but is now ours?" he asked gently grabbing her around her waist.

Lynne thought about it, and then felt silly. Her parents did have no idea where Leif lived. It couldn't be them.

"I don't...I don't know what I was thinking. You're right. I'm sorry," she added softly.

"It's okay. There's a boogie monster after my little Lynney, and I'm telling you, if you keep acting so shit scared, baby, you're gonna force me to do something about it. I just want to have a friendly chat with dear old dad, ask him to stop hurting your feelings, because you're my little girl now. Now I want to stay out of it like you want me to stay out of it, but, if you keep being scared, what's a man supposed to do? Huh? I'm supposed to protect you. I'm going to protect you after this wedding, and there's not a fucking thing you can do to stop me," he murmured sweetly pulling her into his shoulder.

Lynne looked down at her sweet, drowsy man. She loved him so much, if he wasn't so exhausted looking she would suck his cock again. Protection meant a lot to Lynne. Not a single male soul in her life before she knew Leif really protected her heart. Leif's love was healing.

"I don't need anyone to protect me. I'm a big girl. I do what I want on stage, and I was doing okay before we met, although I admit, I'm doing a lot better now that we're getting married," teased Lynne.

"Now you know full well what I mean. I'm not talking about your career, or your jingle money. I'm talking about your heart. And you love being protected by me, and spoiled by me, as much as I love doing it to you! Now quit being sassy, or your man will spank you. Such a brave woman you are, put some underwear on that naughty juicy ass of yours, and see who's at the door, and report back to me. Go!" he added playfully slapping her ass.

She loved when he bossed her around, because underneath he was so sweet and gentle.

Lynne did as she was told, put on her underwear and a robe. When she saw it was Janelle, she started opening the door chains.

"Who is it? Don't open up the door without telling me who it is, I want to be sure that you are safe," said Leif.

It wasn't his usual response. He normally didn't care who she opened the door to, because he knew she had good sense enough not to open it to strangers, she was after all a grown woman! 

But, this time was different because she was scared, and he wanted to protect her. 

Probably make sure it wasn't her parents. She enjoyed his protection.

But if her parents found her here, they truly would be stalkers, Leif was right, It couldn't have been them. 

"It's Janelle baby!" said Lynne opening the door.

"Good. Tell her I said hi," called Leif sleepily from the bedroom as Lynne slung open the door, embracing her friend.

***

"Girl, what the hell happened to you. Damn! That poor boy isn't letting you get any sleep at all is he? You look exhausted," teased Janelle.

"Yeah Leif is letting me get lots of sleep. He put me to sleep last night," offered Lynne.

"Ugh! Spare me the details," said Janelle with a disgusted look on her face.

That rough riding last night must have really had her looking disheveled.

Lynne yawned, and grabbed her cat from Janelle's arms, following she and Leif's "daughter" the cat, as she strutted proudly into the kitchen, waiting for whatever breakfast table scraps Lynne would provide. 

"No...no...no...I just meant that he made me some tea," said Lynne, blushing.

Leif's sweetness made her smile. Besides, Lynne was the one who'd asked for something else in her stomach to help her sleep.

"I'm teasing you. That's sweet Lynne. You two are so cute. Here's your mail," said Janelle sitting it on the kitchen table.

Janelle moved to sit down, and right before she pulled out the chair, Lynne caught sight of her pink, cotton, victoria's secret boy cut panties.

She thought she'd thrown them so far away from the table in their passion last night, and she'd forgotten about trying to find them before she answered the door.

She stuck her foot out and covered up the crusty, sex-stained crotch with her foot and tried to pull them discretely under the table.

Janelle didn't notice the panties before, but now that Lynne had stuck her foot out on top of them, she looked down and started giggling hysterically.

"Looks like Leif made you more than tea to put you to sleep last night. You are nasty as hell! You went from being this sweet, little innocent woman, afraid to be alone with Leif, scared to date him to his little freak who can't get enough. You all are doing it so much you can't even take the time to pick up your panties and throw them in the wash before your guests come," teased Janelle.

Lynne wore a playful smirk. She felt embarrassed for her best friend to have first hand testimony about her excesses with Leif, but she murmured-

"I've been deprived in lots of ways, emotionally, and sexually...and now that I'm Leif's woman he thinks I should make up for lost time," said Lynne blushing.

"Well you know what Lynne, I think he's right. You deserve your chance to make up for lost time. Just teasing you. I'm very happy for you. I'll wait while you put your panties in the wash, I know you're gonna fix my ass breakfast for putting up with that damn greedy cat and getting your mail every day for a week," said Janelle. 

Lynne rolled her eyes, but Leif was sleeping so soundly, she wore him out with last night's escapade, so she was glad to have Janelle's company. She told Janelle about the wonderful vacation with Leif's family. She vented about her parents, and discussed the very early sages of her wedding ideas. They were having a wonderful conversation, and then Janelle jokingly teased her that she forgot about her crusty assed t-shirt in the corner. That needed to go in the wash too. Lynne glared at her, and threw the t-shirt in the wash.

She and Janelle made plans to plan Lynne's wedding long distance with the help of her mother, Pinterest, and Skype. They were having so much fun, that Lynne soon forgot about the buzzing cellphone, and her parents calls.

Lynne fixed omelets, toast, and sausage for she and Janelle, and Leif was apparently enticed by the smell, and he came into the kitchen, wearing modest sweatpants and a sweatshirt, barefooted, and smelling freshly showered, and sexy as hell! And even though they were far from being alone, she still felt a stirring in the pit of her stomach and her pussy for Leif. Damn, she wanted him again. Janelle was right, she'd turned into such a dirty little freak for Leif.

But she also felt grateful for being surrounded by her man, and her friend.

She did have family. Even here. Plus she had Leif's family. It made her feel strong. 

Leif pulled out the chair beside Lynne and dotingly kissed her forehead.

"Good morning sweetness," he murmured contentedly. He had that satisfied, sex sound in his voice that couldn't be camouflaged, and Lynne blushed.

His eyes were all sparkly and beautiful and he kept glancing at Lynne.

"Good morning sexy," she murmured sweetly.

"Ugh, gonna be sick!" coughed Janelle.

Lynne giggled.

Leif thanked Janelle for keeping their cat, and getting their mail.

He buttered his toast, smeared it with the herbal farm Jelly and started flipping through the mail.

Then he ripped Janelle a new one for opening and watching their Netflix movies.

Janelle's response-

"Damn, I left you the return envelopes, I don't see what the big deal is, shouldn't I get something for watching that damn cat, and getting your mail? For free? Nothing in life is free!"

"This is your friend...at least Matthew wouldn't have watched our damn movies," sighed Leif looking at Lynne.

"Hey, don't be mad. Now your movie was damn good Leif. Nice and action packed. But Lynne, my goodness, boring ass, French grainy subtitled film! I want the time back I wasted watching that one. Nice sex scene in there though, you might want to watch that one with Leif later when you are alone," said Janelle. 

Lynne laughed so hard she snorted.

Home sweet home!

Even the intermittent calls from her family every other day that week, with no voicemail left could ruin her mood.

***

It had been almost two weeks. Every other day, her parents would call, ring the phone several times between the hours of 7 PM and 10 PM, and never leave a message.

Leif would grow annoyed, and make her leave her cellphone on the kitchen table, effectively turning their bedroom into a "safe zone" no cellphones allowed after a certain hour.

He put his foot down because he didn't want the phone calls ruining their sleep, sex, and their peace. She could see he was also growing increasingly annoyed with her, for not handling the situation one way or another. 

"Baby, you need to woman up, be the big girl I know you are, and when it rings, and you know it's their number, just pick up the phone. Letting the shit linger is like refusing to cut off a painful hangnail. Of course it hurts worse in the beginning to face your fear but I told you before, in the long run it's worse if you let it hang on. Answer the phone next time! If you get scared, toss it to me, I can help handle it," said Leif protectively.

"I am womaning up. Leif I know what I'm doing. This is tactical strategy. My parents know how to reach me by phone if they so desire. But if I make them wait to leave a voice message, this gives me the advantage of knowing what they want, so I can prepare myself," said Lynne.

"It's also your little tortoise way of avoiding a situation that makes you uncomfortable, all the while continuing to worry. This is how you handle things that scare you. You bury yourself in your little tortoise shell and hide under the sand. You drive me crazy Lynney! Why won't you let me help you! Stop avoiding them," he groaned softly, pinching her ass.

Leif knew her so well, it scared her sometimes. She may have been avoiding it, but she also knew that getting him to leave a voice message would definitely give her in advantage in the situation, because she would know what the call was about and could prepare a defense if needed. 

"I am not avoiding. Tactical strategies. I've been dealing with their shit for twenty-three years. This is a test of will with my father. If I answer the phone, I lose. I've figured it out by now. If I answer right away he'll just lam into me, with whatever he's thinking or doing. Probably tell me they are kicking me out of church. I have the power, and if he wants to talk to me, he needs to leave a damn message. I want him to have to leave a voicemail, because this is how I want to handle this situation, okay Leify?" said Lynne raising an eyebrow at him.

He pulled her down into his lap.

"Are you being sassy with me darlin'? Mmm...I don't want to have to punish you baby, spank that misbehaving bottom," he murmured.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 35



"You're not gonna punish me," she teased, reaching for his secret spot and tickling him under his blonde, curly armpits.

He squealed with laughter and she got a tingle in her belly watching, her tall, slender, muscular Leif go into helpless convulsions and chuckle like a little girl. Hearing him giggle like that made her want to control her sweet man with pleasure. 

He was so tough until she got a hold of his fucking underarms. She loved their world of sensual play and loving teasing! 

"Okay, okay, okay, you sassy little woman, let me go, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let me go," chuckled Leif and his erection strained painfully against her lap.

"I'm not letting you go. Leify I think you're the one who likes being punished. You're so hard for me baby. And now I will punish you, for getting an erection, when I'm only teasing and having fun with you, just wrestling you, and tickling you," purred Lynne.

She gave him a teasing blowjob, and brought him right to the edge, several times before she finally let him come. He flooded her mouth, and he ached for his orgasm so much his eyes had tiny tears in the corner during his release.

His cry for her made her heart flush with love-

"Damn it! I love you baby!" his hand caressing her cheek like she was his darling angel. So loving. So tender. 

He busted such a full load in her mouth, she struggled to catch it all, but she swallowed every sweet, and salty drop with glee before sharing what was left of the fruits of his orgasm in a kiss with him. 

"God! That felt so good Lynney. I love you so much, sweetheart," said Leif, panting.

"I love to make you feel good. I like being your good little girl," said Lynne with an impish grin.

"You think that's being a good girl? Teasing and tickling your man until he's hard, and denying him orgasms, and then forcing him to come! That is not being a good girl young lady," he said swatting her bottom.

"Ouch! That stings. You're hurting my ass! Stop spanking me! I made you come really good. You kept telling me you loved me," she teased playfully.

"I always love you. And you're always my sweetheart, no matter how bad you are, but you know that was a naughty thing you did. I'm keeping a list of all the bad things that you do to your man. You know what you did you little vixen! Playing shy. Faking coy. You teased your man, getting him so worked up, and making him beg to come, and I'll be sure to punish you for these behaviors when you become my little wifey," said Leif with a playful, relaxed, orgasmic grin.

"Leif I can't wait for my punishments, all of them baby," murmured Lynne huskily.

She turned to him, bared her bottom in his face, and giggled at the stinging swat he placed across her ass.

The swat that she knew she was going to get when she wriggled her ass in his face.

The swat that she wanted, because she adored his loving, playful authority over her...besides, she knew just how to tickle him if he got too bossy and far out of line. 

*** The warmth and tenderness between them astonished Leif. Each time he thought they'd crossed a threshold where the love between them couldn't grow any deeper, he felt new stirrings of love for her in his heart that proved him wrong. The new sweet sexual games between them increased the love and tenderness in areas outside of the bedroom. Lynne trusted him to love and protect her more and more now, and he felt so privileged.

She was doing great with the nightclub gigs, and jingles, but he wanted to provide a little more for her, a little more space. Get them a two bedroom apartment and they could have a proper place where they could work on writing their music. Lynne was always in the corner, playing at the piano and scribbling in a notepad, writing songs, working on things that would later make it into her nightclub act.

Oftentimes, he wouldn't turn on the TV even if he wasn't fiddling on his guitar because he didn't want to disturb her. And sometimes he just watched, feeling so guilty as he watched her tender bottom in those perfect, boycut panties that she loved to wear, her cheeks spilling out of the underwear and sitting fatly on that piano bench. He'd get hard as a ram watching her innocently humming, trying new melodies, playing new chords, and writing songs. 

He wanted her to sit in his lap like she loved and he'd give her something good to practice. She was learning to ride it good! Fuck! She had no idea how sexy those little panties were. He really thought she didn't know. He teased her about them once or twice, and she explained that even though she was small, her ass was big, and those panties fit her comfortably, and let her ass breathe. Maybe they were comfortable to her juicy ass, but those panties were sexy as hell, she had them in all the colors, and he thought she wore them on purpose around the house to tantalize him, and get his attention with her fabulous butt before she confided that the panties were comfortable on that full backside that she had. But part of him still wondered if she did it to tease and tempt him. She knew he liked looking at her full, sexy bottom in those panties.

She loved his attention, sexually and affectionately, and she thrived when he doted on her. It only took a few minutes to make her glow when he was close to her, but if he smacked her ass, or kissed her cheek, or ran his fingers through her hair, or just asked her what she was thinking, what was on her mind, she almost quite literally glowed, beamed at him, and treated him like a hero. Lynne was very easy to love!

So, he wanted to give her space to work. But, because of all those sweet tender moments he just thought of, how he loved to watch Lynne and work, and at play when they were alone together in their apartment, he didn't want the space that they shared to be too big. If their new space was too big, he'd miss the sweet moments, and her bubbliness when she got a flash of inspiration, or even the way she pounced on his lap suddenly, when her creative bursts were through, and wanted to talk, or watch a movie, or the comedy channel, or music videos, or sometimes, she quite frankly sat in his lap because she wanted sexual release.

So, he wanted to give her more space to work, but he still wanted them to be close. A two bedroom, two bath seemed like the ideal size. This apartment also needed to be reasonable in price. Between he and Lynne's take at their various nightclubs, and the jingles, and his hustle of studio cleaning, he needed to have enough leftover so they could save for the future.

He knew Lynne wanted a family someday, and he wanted to start saving for a down payment on a house or condo as soon as the budget would allow. He discussed this idea of a weekly budget with Lynne. Lynne had been keeping her own meticulous weekly budget, and she had savings as well. He admired her intelligence. Lynne might be missing some pieces along the way with emotional maturity, but intellectually, in a lot of ways, she was smarter than he was, and he wasn't ashamed to admit this to her, frequently. And Lynne wasn't shy about enjoying his emotional protection either. They filled all the missing pieces in each other. 

Lynne helped them come up with a shared budget. But Leif indicated that they were missing an important item. Lynne checked the figures again, and again wearing those fucking sexy school teacher glasses and his pajama top. He'd already sexed her once today; she lay under him barely awake, like he loved, early in the morning, sweet, submissive and trusting, then waking up slightly and becoming greedier. Smart, nerdy little thing he wanted to bend her over and fuck her like mad to give her some cum to fit in her tight budget.

"I don't see what's missing baby, we've got rent, utilities, entertainment, transpo, personal money for each of us, slush pile for an extremely fun date, vacations, emergencies, or whatever, what's missing," said Lynne her pencil behind her ear.

"What's missing is a fund for us to save so I can give my Lynney a house, and put as many babies in that tummy of yours as you want, when you're ready...no rush, because I'm not in the mood to share you with crumb snatchers yet, you'll need to wait at least five years, you're mine before then," said Leif, and he stroked her precious nose with his finger.

Lynne started to cry.

"I keep forgetting sometimes, just how much you want to be a family with me, because its...it's all still so erotic, and we're still so passionate, but...I want to have babies with you too one day Leif. It's beautiful that you want you already dream about our long-term future too...you talk about having babies as much as I do. I mean, you aren't even scared of it, you don't even feel pressured by it, it's so beautiful. I don't know any men like you Leif! I do love babies, and I don't even need to hide that from you...having a family is gonna mean a lot to me, because I'm losing my own family," said Lynne softly through her tears. 

"Move that laptop, we don't have money in your tight ass budget for another one. You already know I dream about our long-term future too. That's the point of getting married, to plan to be together forever, and I already promised you, our little family will be everything you ever need, and it will make up for what you missed, even while it's just us two. And then when we have little ones we'll fill it up with even more love," he added softly, and he drank her tears, kissing her all along her cheeks.

He'd swaddled her up tight in his lap now that she was emotional. And she looked at him and grinned and brushed her own tears away. Damn, he loved nourishing her emotionally. It felt good to him too! 

"I just...Leif I used to dread the idea of having children because....I didn't....I didn't want to have to bring them up as I was brought up...and now...since the trip with you...everything seems so bright and beautiful, and I have a clear sense of...how we'd raise them...what values we'd give them, and I know they'd feel so much more loved than I felt growing up. I'm so happy with you...I just don't want to overwhelm you sometimes."

"You are not overwhelming me. I think It's beautiful how your heart is touched by me. You move my heart the same way darlin'. I'm so much happier with you now, than I ever was before," 

He pulled her into his chest, rocking her, and kissed her forehead. Silly girl. 

She was so smart, with all those Yale degrees, but didn't she know anything about what that engagement ring she was wearing meant. He loved filling her up with so much love she cried tears of joy! 

***

After searching high and low for about two weeks, back and forth on Craig's list, the paper classifieds, and word of mouth, Leif finally found them the perfect place, right in the same apartment complex he was currently living in.

He discussed needing to find a bigger apartment with his landlord as a reason that he would not be renewing the lease. The landlord did not want to see Leif go, as he was one of the nicest tenants in the neighborhood. When he got word that a couple was moving out of their top floor two bedroom apartment, he told Leif right away. He liked Leif and Lynne so much, he held the apartment for them and did not even require an additional security deposit even thought he apartment was more money than his current model.

They started packing their boxes up, to get ready for the great move upstairs. They got into a few silly little spats about whose furniture would be going into this new bigger apartment, Lynne had some nice pieces from her old apartment that were in storage, so he let her keep the nice, oak wood bookcase, even though it took several band members to haul it up all those stairs.

He mainly kept that bookcase because that was what started it all. He had such warm memories of rubbing that sweet pussy for the first time next to that book case and how sweet her little cry of love for him sounded. They also kept her nice coffee table and entertainment display.

The rest of Lynne's furniture they sold, and he helped her get all of her things ready for their shared home. Since it was only a move upstairs, they moved in a haphazard fashion, sending their band members a dozen text messages for help, and afterwards, Lynne fixed everyone a nice feast in their new apartment.

Everyone gratefully ate Lynne's delicious cooking. 

The next day, Leif took Lynne on a surprise trip to Ikea. He wanted her to have a few new things for their new apartment. She picked out some bar stools that she loved. He naughtily made her test several different features when no one was watching while she chuckled with embarrassed delight. First he made sure that when he knelt, his head was resting properly between her legs and there was no problem with access. He kissed her pussy through her jeans.

"Good, this will allow a husband to serve his wife properly," he added with a wicked chuckle. 

Then he heightened the stool to make sure he could shimmy behind her at the right level while she sat on the stool.

"Stop it Leif! You are not evaluating this purchase right! You're embarrassing me," she hissed.

But her chin dimple puckered, while she struggled not to smile, and he knew she loved the sexual teasing. 

"You're not getting one damn thing in this store unless I test drive it properly to make sure it can stand up to playing all the naughty games that a good little wifey needs to play with her husband. Now, show me that you know how to raise and lower the stool like a good little wifey in training. Do you want to be your husband's good girl and make him happy after we're married? If you make me happy baby, I'll make your pussy feel so good each and every day," he murmured in her ear, swatting her ass.

She blushed, with that sweet beige skin and his heart filled with love and warmth for her as he saw her eyes scurrying about nervously to be sure no one was watching them. She liked for him to be nasty with her in public, but she was still so damn shy. Her bashfulness inflamed him sensually. 

"Yes Leify, I want to be your good, special wifey," she said shyly.

She batted her eyelashes at him playfully. He loved when she gave him her embarrassed glance, with those big pretty eyes. It playful on her part and it just made him want to inhale her and give her something to really be coy for. He couldn't wait for this damn honeymoon! 

He tenderly, and indulgently kissed her forehead again and again after her obedient admission. 

But her brown eyes sparkled with pleasure, and love for him and she submissively raised and lowered the stool and angled it several ways.

"Good. Very good, my Lynney! Good girl! Your husband to be likes these. You can get all four. And anything else my baby sees that she likes, as long as we have the room for it in our house, go on, get the cart, I know we're gonna need it, I know how women are with furniture, you'll have me putting together shit all night now," he said with a warm grin. 

He spoiled her rotten in the store, buying her several new pieces of furniture, then and spent the next several days putting together that damn iKea furniture while he had Lynne decipher those ridiculous, unhelpful damn pictures of how the furniture was to fit together. 

*** These games that they were playing now, that were getting a little more intense, where he wanted her to be a bit obedient to him, and when she complied, he kissed her forehead and told her how sweet and special she was filled her heart with so much love. She wasn't sure if he knew that these games nourished her emotionally, as much as they did sexually, and she didn't want to make Leif feel weird, so she didn't mention the emotional pleasure she derived when he told her she was good, but, being continually told, her whole life, how sinful she was, how disobedient, how much she misbehaved, in church, and in her home by her parents, and later on, by Martin, had done a lot to damage her, and make her shy everywhere else, but her stage.

When Leif playfully punished her, and kissed her bottom afterwards and told her she was still his good sweetheart, or when she compiled with his playful wishes and he told her she was good, it healed parts of her soul that were hurting. No matter what they did, whether she was good during these games or not, in the end, in their silly world, he always told her how much he loved her, and how special she was to him, and he'd spend a long time kissing and cuddling her and treating her with affection so she knew it wasn't lip service. And even though a lot of the games they played were sexual, those special feelings took root in her heart, and she came away understanding that she was a very good person inside her heart, and Leif adored her. She was finally someone's special girl, finally a sweet, coveted status that could never be taken away. 

Nothing, he assured her, short of cheating on him, would ever take away her status as his special sweetheart. This last piece he told her, inside and outside of their bedroom.

So, when the phone calls started up again in earnest, Lynne didn't worry. She had tender male approval and guidance now, with Leif, who would soon be her husband. She was not a disappointment to Leif, she was his darling sweetheart, and he loved and was proud of her. To hell with what her father thought of her life's decisions. 

It was all clicking now, like lock and key, she understood more and more what drew her to her man. He was sweet, tender, and indulgent, and he also had a firm side, but only expressed firmness to nourish her with love and show concern. It was the opposite, of all the things she'd ever known growing up.

"I thought this shit was done! Lynney, I'm giving you a week, and then I'm going to fucking answer, it myself so help me god! I'm going to talk to him. This just will not continue. You're mine now, and he will not torment you, he won't. I don't like to do this, because you are your own woman, but I'm putting my foot down. The madness ends next week if you won't do it yourself. Should have answered this damn phone a few weeks ago," cried Leif, pulling at his dreadlocks.

But the next day, her father called their bluff and left a message.

Lynne immediately put the call on speakerphone.

Even in the voicemail, even though they hadn't spoken for over a month, her father sounded angry!

"I'm calling to see if this is a number where you can still be reached Lynne. I've tried calling you for almost a month, and have received no answer. I tried knocking on your apartment door, when you didn't answer, your neighbors informed me that you'd moved out of that apartment. Now your mother and I don't even have a clue where you live. Are you still shacking up with that young man or not? I hope that the answer is that you are not. 

The church loves you Lynne, everyone is concerned. When you...when you admitted that you lived with that Leaves boy, I had to tell the rest of the clergy. And....they were disappointed but...they all love you, they've known you since you were a baby...and...the bottom line baby girl, is, that the clergy is willing to meet with you, and decide if you are really sorry or not. I pulled a lot of strings to get this meeting, they could have just thrown you out. If you confess your sins, are willing to come back to church, and live at home, at least until you get on he right path again....and stop seeing that boy....if you haven't already...I think the elders might be willing to make an exception in your case, and not excommunicate you. 

And....well Lynne if you are not ready...then I think you know what will happen. Are you really willing to give up on everything you've ever known, your mother, your father, and your whole church family, and lose out on the Rapture to have immoral relations with that boy? Is the sin that sweet to you Lynne? I don't even know who you are anymore!" he shouted the last sentence. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 35



Lynne heard the sound go soft. She heard her father sniffling. He was crying. Damn. Her father hardly ever cried. He was so hurt she was leaving that church behind, and being with Leif anyway, he was crying. She didn't want to hurt her father, but she loved her life with Leif. Leif showed her affection, care, patience, and unconditional love in ways she never had growing up. Yes, the sin with Leif was that sweet! And soon, it wouldn't be a sin anymore, they would be legally bound as man and wife.

She had her own life to live now! 

"Lynne I know we don't see eye to eye on anything anymore, but I still love you, and you're still my daughter. I don't want you to die at the Rapture honey. So...so the clergy want to meet with you sometime in the next two weeks. I figure you may not want to meet with me, so get a pencil and write this number down, it's for Pastor Ben 555-2222. And you can call him, and arrange a time to meet. Pastor Ben has known you since you were a baby, and he has faith that he can help save you, and correct your wayward ways. And if you don't call me, or Ben in the next two weeks, I'll know what your decision is Lynne. The clergy will know too, and they will take quick action to excommunicate you. You already know what it means. No contact unless it's an emergency. It's...it's trying to keep the flock clean keep the church clean, and encourage you to get back on a proper course, so you can talk to your family again," said her father.

Her mother picked up the phone, to get in on the voicemail message.

"Martin says hi. And he's still not seeing anyone yet. Frankly I don't think he ever got over how you just left him like that- without a word. Just disappeared from site like that. He misses you, and so does his family. I know you said he makes your skin crawl, but he's a nice young-"

Blissfully, as though a gift from God, the voicemail got cut off, and Lynne was so thankful.

She didn't think she had the strength to absorb anymore of the message.

She just quietly shut her eyes, rubbed her temples, and settled back into their new leather ikea couch.

"Wow, what the hell does all that shit mean babe? Are you okay?" asked Leif.

Lynne quietly nodded.

She didn't even wait for him to pull her into his arms, she knew she was loved now, knew she belonged to Leif, there wasn't even any need to ask, she just melted blissfully into his lap, and hid her head in his chest and, her cares far away from the rest of the world.

As soon as she was in his arms, he cradled her to him so soothingly, one hand securely on the crown of her hair, the other on her ass. Rocking her back and forth, back and forth like his spoiled princess. The ultimatum in the message hurt her, but Leif's coddling and care, and now he was kissing her cheek tenderly let her know that she was okay. 

Her parents refusal to accept her as her own woman, on her own terms, to the point where they would set up a witch hunt on her and throw her out of the church did not mean she was abandoned and alone. 

She was far from alone, and for the first time, she was with someone where she felt like she was the most important person in their world. Far more important than any scripture or church doctrine. Leif's love for her was so pure and sweet, and gentle, and even if her parents did not agree with them expressing that love out of marriage, the fact that they couldn't see how much they loved each other and belonged together, let Lynne know that they may know their church, but they knew little about family.

She felt hot tears of release flow unto his chest. She didn't even realize she was crying until she felt herself wetting up his chest with her tears.

It was really a flood of emotion with the realization that they would soon be throwing her out of church, but Leif mistook her tears.

"I'm sorry that loving me has to bring so much pain to the other parts of your life Lynney," said Leif, shaking his head.

He ran his fingers softly through her hair. 

"You didn't bring pain to the other parts of my life. Make no mistake about it! I had left that church anyway. You just forced me to make a firm decision about letting others know my own choice. Each day I spend in life with you makes me feel like, my life was gray before, and how I live in Technicolor HD," said Lynne.

Even though she felt sad, she put on a bright smile for Leif.

"Man baby, that was beautiful. You make my world beautiful and brilliant too. It just still seems like so much shit to be growing up in that, and...well, to be able to come out of it like you are, you're really strong, even though you have this sweet softness about you. You can be a tough cookie, and I like it," he murmured dotingly.

"Thanks Leify. Believe me, it was so much shit growing up in that faith. Just...just so many of the doctrines and beliefs. Women being second class citizens. Committees that are held where you have to confess sins and give graphic details about your sex life for forgiveness. Imagine, hearing sermons once a month that talk about how wrong masturbation is and not being able to stop yourself! I couldn't help that I had hormones Leif. In our love, and in this relationship, it's okay to have hormones, and be sexual. It's okay to have a bad day. It's okay to curse. I can just be myself. I don't have to be perfect. So, loving you has not brought pain to any part of my life worth keeping. Loving you has brought me the greatest joy," said Lynne.

She looked up at him, and she beamed. This time the smile through her tears was not for Leif's sake, it was her own grin full of love.

"I keep telling you, that you're my perfect woman, little girl, soon to be wifey, whatever you want to see yourself as darlin'. Just perfect to me," he added sweetly.

"That fucking ridiculous church! It feels good to be with you Leif. To know that no one, and nothing can stop me from being your little girl. Or your lovely grown woman. The apple of your eye, the one you love more than anything. The one who matters most, I did not have that growing up, and I cherish that feeling," she said.

"Yes, you are the apple of my eye. My special one. You get all the gold stars in my book Lynney, all of them. All the stickers in the book for being a sweet, kind, good woman with a beautiful spirit. Hell, If you've got shit you want to show your man for him to put on the refrigerator, I've got a ton of magnets," he added playfully.

Lynne rolled her head back and chuckled so hard she snorted with laughter. He made her feel so special, and not even embarrassed about how he was filling that repressed childhood need she had for approval, even as a grown woman. He stuffed her soul so full with love. 

"I'm going to draw you a picture later, a goofy picture with and you and I, and the babies we'll have some day," she said with her tongue in her cheek playfully.

"Don't...don't tease now Lynney. If you draw me something, a little picture like that, I will put it on the fridge, and proudly show it to everyone. It'll be the best damn picture ever because my Lynney drew it. Damn it, I can't wait to call you my wife. And I won't be embarrassed about telling everyone how proud I am of your little drawing, and I don't give a shit if you are twenty-three. I know you need that shit, you feed off that stuff, and I love giving it to you. You had the kind of parents riding your ass because you got a B in physics. Now I hope those wedding plans are shaping up nicely, because frankly, I can't wait to give you my last name. And I long to share everything with you Lynney. All the pleasures that your heart, and your soul, and your body can stand. We're just getting started baby, I promise you," he murmured huskily close to her lips.

Somewhere, far on the other side of the city, she was sure her parents thought she'd be scrambling to call that pastor, trying to win back their approval, because without them, she had no family.

But how wrong her parents were!

She and Leif ended up up making love, under a blanket, on the couch, after watching a reel of their favorite SNL skits. Leif had turned them on because he thought she needed a laugh. She did laugh from her gut, and her belly, snorting all the way, and she caught him staring at her, and then, his chin in her hair, telling her she was beautiful, when she laughed hard, and it was on. 

She bounced joyously in his lap, hungrily riding his throbbing dick, while he lovingly caressed and kissed her breasts. Lynne loved to ride her man until she could feel him deep in her gut now! Often the sensation was so intense and filling she couldn't take it, and she'd back away after a few greedy strokes, but the hunger in her pussy for him made her keep coming back for more of that full, lusty sensation before backing away again.

She didn't care about them making love with SNL blaring in the background, their pleasurable moans and cries becoming part of the laugh track. As Leif said later, they just "rewound that shit," as Lynne giggled.

Later, after she calmed down a bit, from the laughter, and their sex, and her subsequent nap on his chest, he presented her with his moleskin notebook and a pen.

"I'd like you to draw that picture you were talking about earlier, of our future family, for the refrigerator," he said, his voice husky and gruff with emotion.

"Oh Leif, I was just being silly...I'm....I'm too old for that shit now," she added with a chuckle.

"You are not too old to be my special woman. Please sit down and draw the picture Lynney," said Leif, his voice full of even-tempered patience and love.

After a little more coaxing, Lynne started to draw. She loved to draw, she was good at it, and her journal was filled with various drawings, scenes, animals, cartoon characters, people that she knew, and the like. 

Soon Lynne was hooked into her whimsical world of drawing. She drew she and Leif holding hands, standing under a tree, beside their house. The sun shone on the two of them and they had two kids standing in front of them.

Obviously with a fairly good eye for art and drawing, her picture was better than it would have been years ago, but she drew with the same glee. It was a release for her, thinking about her new life, her new family, and getting Leif's loving, playful praise. Just relaxing, drawing and coloring without a care in the world. The difference between her old life and this life was like night and day.

Soon, he'd found every marker, every different color he could find in the house for her to add color to her picture.

"You draw too, it's our picture of our future family," she said with a chuckle, pushing the pen towards him, and he drew meadows, and flowers, and bushes in front of their house.

"I'm scared to draw but so much, I don't draw as good as you honey, don't want to mess up what you've done," said Leif tenderly.

"We're just having fun. There, that looks done," said Lynne after she drew a few clouds.

"My, my. What a lovely picture. Drawn by my favorite girl. Let's put it on the refrigerator, so every day I can be reminded of the home we're gonna build, and how proud I am of my special girl," said Leif dotingly.

He did find magnets, and he put the picture up dead center on the stainless steel fridge.

Now Lynne couldn't help her tears. On a day when she could have felt useless, and worthless, about to get kicked out of church, Leif filled up her heart with so much care and love. He made her feel more special than anything.

"Damn. Nobody's ever put my shit on the fridge before! Mom and dad can keep their damn church!" chuckled Lynne.

"What...you mean...since you've been grown?" asked Leif.

"No, not since I've been grown, not ever. Do you think my father would have let my mother junk up their gourmet kitchen and sub zero refrigerator with my silly little school drawings and report cards...hell no!" said Lynne with a chuckle.

And she laughed so hard, she snorted. 

But Leif was not laughing.

Leif looked heartbroken.

"Shit, no fucking refrigerator is more important than showing you how proud I am of you! Oh Lynney, there's so much I can teach you about love. I'm so glad this wedding is only a few months away. I don't think I could wait much longer. I think I need to keep teaching you about Love a lot...so man joyful lessons to show you" he added sweetly.

His eyes were filled up with water, and he looked away for a while. Then he grabbed and squeezed her tight in his arms.

The next morning, when Lynne woke up, there were clippings from the arts and entertainment section where she'd gotten show reviews up on the refrigerator beside the picture she'd drawn the previous evening. He'd taken a few of them out of her scrap book to put on the fridge, so he could dote on them with pride. 

All she could do when fixing them breakfast was grin and wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 36



***

Leif was enjoying Lynne's sexual awakening. She was still shy, but she had this sweet sensuality that bubbled readily to the surface in the context of the tender love that they shared. She was growing more aggressive, and greedy with her passion for him. And greed on her behalf, when she'd been so shy and timid before, even scared to kiss him was delightful. He encouraged this growing greed, and enjoyment of sitting in his lap, and riding his dick. Even though he hadn't fucked her yet, the increase in her primal passions, along with his enjoyment of their soul nourishing lovemaking was so delightful to Leif.

It really seemed like he'd been stuffing himself with instant junk food before, but now that he was with Lynne, he'd been treated to a sumptuous gourmet feast, all varieties of different food, many textures and flavors, and the only problem that seemed to rear its head occasionally was that he wanted to gorge his palate on all the different foods until he had a stomach ache. He needed to fuck her, in as many was as he possibly could! 

But he could wait for the honeymoon. It was difficult, when she tempted him with her sensual, and loveable ways, but his primary concern was that Lynne feel loved and safe, especially with all that shit she was going through with her parents. Seeing how terrified she felt of them, and even how abrasive her father was, made Leif want Lynne to understand that the home and love that they shared was the opposite. He never wanted Lynne fearful of him in any way.

He knew, she'd feel safer with him when they were married as man and wife, and she felt nothing would come between them. That feeling of security grew between them each day and it created an intoxicating bond. He knew that as the trust between them grew further, she'd have no problem pleasing him in all the rough and steamy ways he needed, and satisfying his primal urges.

Getting those baser urges satisfied after they went strolling down the aisle was important to Leif, because he simply couldn't get enough even making love once in the morning, and once in the evening, sometimes with another time thrown in there as well. He'd be satisfied for a little while after their encounters, but soon after he jizzed, the urge would rear itself again, like the intense urge to scratch an itch again after the previous relief from scratching had subsided. He knew that if he could fuck her, he could get some temporary relief for these strong sexual urges, until the next time he needed to be rough with her.

But Lynne was already wonderful at unselfishly satisfying his sexual passions. If he was cuddled up to her, and excited, and she woke up and felt his hardness on her, she would very often roll over on her back, and allow him to make love to her again. Or other times, if she was already wide awoke, she'd take him into her sweet lips, and suck him so good, while he groaned that he loved her. Both things she did with no coaxing at all. He didn't have to ask, she wanted to please him and make him happy so much, when she felt his erections, she was flattered and eager to please. 

The steamy erotic bond that they shared was the type of bond that most men only dreamed of, to have a woman so sweet, and so willing, who loved to please, and also enjoyed being pleasured! 

So he knew he had loads of fun ahead of him in store. In the meantime, he was continuing to build the trust in Lynne through their lovemaking, wooing her with kisses and sucks to her body and her pussy, and his declarations of love until she opened for him willingly, lustily. Then, sweet soft stroking in those luscious folds to bring her to orgasm. Sometimes, deeper, harder strokes near the end. 

Occasionally he'd give her a few greedy strokes to help them both come and her eyes widened with pleasure and shock, and she made deep cooing sounds from the back of her throat like he was treating her to exquisitely rich candy that she loved so much but couldn't tolerate too much at one time. Those sounds were sweet to him, that sound of surrender and virginal delight at being stroked inside so roughly and deeply, glimmers of new roughness she never felt before. 

She could hardly stand those few thrusts. He wanted to hear her make those sweet love cries the whole time he rocked hard within her! Those few strokes that he allowed himself made Leif feel like his heart would stop because of the pleasure, but their main purpose was to prepare Lynney, just slowly and gently amp things up a notch and teach her about the differences between fucking, and sex, just like she was learning when she straddled him and rode him a little rougher.

She was an erotic creature, but she was also so tender. A man could wait a whole lifetime and never find someone with such kind, and open hearted ways, and how delightful it would be to get nasty and dirty with such an adorable woman who enjoyed getting dirty as well, and loved him so intensely, and hell, sometimes she looked into his eyes like she worshiped him. How he cherished her! 

Rough sex would be an intense experience for her as a new bride, delightful, but intense, and since they still had a few months ahead, he thought it was wise to drop tender hints here and there about the pleasures of losing themselves to wild, all consuming passion, and how much they could indulge and enjoy as man and wife. He'd made a promise to save the rougher things until their shortly upcoming wedding, and, he'd never break a promise to his Lynney. She'd had her heart broken, and other promises broken before, but he wanted her to learn how much she could trust him. 

***

Lynne was having a ball planning their wedding. Her preparations were coming together nicely. Leif was happy that Lynne had something positive to focus on to take her mind off of the excommunication threat her father had made. She barely mentioned it during the past few weeks, she'd been so busy with their wedding planning. The wedding was only a few short months away.

When she was planning, she was often skyping with Janelle and his mom, they had that pintrest board, and they pinned invitations, wedding cakes, bridesmaids dresses, what the groom would wear, food, and venues. Lynne often called Leif into the room to get his opinion on various matters. 

Leif was surprised to be having this much input into the wedding, because he'd told her to do what she wanted. He meant this too...he loved Lynne, and he saw her wedding day as a princess day where she could have whatever she wanted, and get a taste of the joyful way he wanted her to feel for the rest of their lives together. But, Lynne really wanted his opinions, so he'd give them to her, always with the caveat that he wanted her to do whatever made her happy. His wanting her to do what made her happy seemed to draw murmurs of happiness and approval from his mother and Lynne's best friend. 

Today she called Leif into the room to get his opinion on wedding cake designs, and a proof of an invitation that they were having rush ordered. When she was on the computer skyping and pinteresting and whatever else in the world those women were doing, while the apartment filled up with sounds of Lynne's giggling and excited talking, her friend, and his mother could only see her from the chest up. Most of the time, she only wore a cute t-shirt, and a cute baggy pair of sweatpants, when she was on the skype calls.

But today, Lynne had on this tight, white little tank shirt. Her small, shapely little tits hanging free, nipples mashed against the shirt until they strained. He guessed that his mother and Janelle didn't notice how sexy her damn breasts were, and why would they notice? They weren't sleeping with her! To them, she just looked like she was being comfortable, and bumming around the house.

But Leif could see the bottom half that they couldn't see! 

Her voluptuous ass cheeks spilling out of the tightest pair of white little boycut panties that he'd ever seen her wear. Her sexy little ass crack, those yummy little cheeks, all proudly on display, mashed into those cute little iKea stools she loved so much. How could she call him in the room like that, and expect him to pay attention to whatever it was she was showing him, and not leer at her tasty body. 

This was the problem with not being able to fuck Lynne! It was getting increasingly difficult to contain his cravings. His cock began to harden as he approached the computer and he felt a little irritated with Lynne. How could she be so oblivious to how sexy she was, how much he desired her, and the restraint he was trying to show. More and more she temped him, and didn't seem to understand her power over him. Did she want him to fuck her right now, or wait until this honeymoon he'd started planning? 

She adjusted herself on the stool and he caught sight of one of her long shapely legs.

Mmm! He wanted her so much right now! The hell with those fucking wedding cake designs.

"Leify, which one. I like the square one, in the middle," she said, pointing happily at the pintrest board.

She turned around and looked at him grinning. Her glance was innocent. It didn't seem that she was trying to tease him, but he'd been waiting for so long to be rough with her body that everything she did seemed like she did was designed to tantalize him. 

He wanted to pull down her panties and stick his dick square in her juicy middle, right on the stool. There was going to be a lot of fucking when she was a new wife to make up for some of these temptations that he needed to resist now. He could only be but so strong. And, he would love for her to keep wearing these cute little getups around the house after they were married, the boy cut panties, and those tasty little shorts, as long as she understood, that she was putting herself in a position like little red riding hood, and he was going to be the big, bad nasty wolf! She wasn't going to be getting a lot of rest, and she'd be walking funny if she kept it up! 

She had a lot of nerve calling him in the room wearing those hot, naughty little panties. He couldn't resist. He leaned close to her innocently on the camera, and put his chin in her hair.

The ikea stool had a few slats underneath that gave him easy access to her bottom and her pussy from behind. He nuzzled her hair. Innocently on the camera, he looked like her doting fiancée. Hair smelling like coconuts and those nasty little panties. Mercy.

He had to make a decision for Lynne, but she made it hard. He tried hard to look at the cakes on the screen, and not his wifey to be's little cakes, mashed on the stool, two fat globes, aching to be rubbed and smacked. 

"I like that middle one too darlin'," he added with a kiss to the crown of her hair.

Her hair so soft and lovely, he just wanted to inhale her. He forgot himself for a minute. He reached his three, eager fingers, that were just itching to touch Lynne, under the slat of the metal bar stool, and up under the leg of her boycut panties. 

It was all he could do not to moan with delight when he felt the hot juiciness of her tight pussy, and that tender, innocent ass of hers from behind. Her legs were spread on the stool, and he stroked over her tender vulva, and her rapidly swelling clitoris, rubbing only once. Just a simple swipe, and he felt her non-aroused clit start to swell with stains of arousal. He held such a hold on her body that her clit got swollen even as with a quick sneaky cupping and fondle of her pussy and ass from behind. He was so damn lucky! 

A few more strokes, and he knew his palm would be soaking wet from her juices, but for now he enjoyed the sensation of his palm against her hot, damp, surprised pussy lips, but Lynne squirmed with sexual pleasure and he dare not rub her pussy more than once! He didn't want to give away what he was doing, and he already could imagine she'd be pissed at him for groping her while she was skyping her mom and friend. 

If he was having trouble not moaning with pleasure and need he could only imagine Lynne's feelings, and he watched the screen and saw her eyes grow wide with shock, and pleasure which she quickly camouflaged. Leif quickly moved his hand from under the stool, and out of her panties. 

She let out a nervous, high pitched giggle.

"Stop tickling me! I'll deal with you later! Get out!" shouted Lynne.

He heard his mother and Janelle giggling through the laptop. She was a master at playing off his secret groping.

"I'm sorry baby. You look so tickle worthy. That's what you get for letting your man come in here, and look at cakes," said Leif, his voice deliberately catching on a double entendre that he knew only Lynne understood.

On the screen, in two corners, were his mother and Janelle. 

"They are both so silly, they act like two kindergarteners, always teasing and picking, and fighting with each other," sighed Janelle.

"Yeah, I know, I dealt with them in California. I want them to have some children so they can occupy themselves with something else besides each other," said his mother.

The two of them laughed.

"Back to the subject at hand, yeah son, I'd say you have great taste, I like the middle two. That leaves Janelle as the only one who likes the one on the left. But a square cake instead of a boring old round one is something new, I agree with Leif and Lynne," said his mother. 

Leif nodded, kissed Lynne's forehead as she glared at him on the camera. Janelle and his mother thought she was angry at him for tickling her, and not the truth about her being mad at him for groping her. He hadn't meant to do it! His primal instinct seeing her in those panties took over. But she looked tempting, and she needed to learn what happened to adorable little wives who tempted their husbands. 

As soon as he knew he was off camera he sucked her sweet pussy juices like a hungry man. He really could not wait for this wedding to be over, and finally get to taste all of her sweet fruit, however he wanted to sample it.

About thirty minutes later, he heard the laptop slam shut. He knew he was in trouble. He knew Lynne was going to tell him off for groping her off camera while she was skyping and planning the wedding. 

"What's the big idea Leif! What the hell is wrong with you! I love being sexy with you, any and everywhere, but you can't just go groping my pussy like that when I'm skyping with your mom and Janelle. Baby it felt good to me, I almost embarrassed myself. I almost let out a sexual moan. That would have been so embarrassing," said Lynne.

"Well sugar, you need to think about what you're doing to me! Try to be a bit more considerate sometimes and put yourself in my shoes. You know I want you so bad, I'm being patient with you, taking my time, haven't even fucked you yet, and you're dangling the treat I want the most in front of me in this dainty little wrapper. How can you think I won't want to touch it Lynne. I wanted to pull your panties down and really give you something squeal about, and dare you not to betray yourself and make a face!" he shouted.

He didn't mean to shout at her, and when he did, her eyes grew wide, and she looked sad. Her vulnerability made his heart ache, and he didn't mean to yell at her.

"'I'm sorry. I lost my temper. I didn't mean it Lynney, none of it," he added stroking her cheek tenderly with his finger.

"That's okay baby. I...I didn't mean to tempt you Leify. I'm sorry. I'll try to wear more clothes around the house so I'm not so tempting. I just like being comfortable in the house in my panties. I'll wear more clothes, until I'm your wife, and we get more raunchy," said Lynne bashfully.

She was so damn loveable. She just wanted to please him. He looked down at his own feet and felt so guilty.

"Hey I wasn't saying that you needed to wear more clothes. I want you to be comfortable with me. I love you lounging around in those cute panties. Hey...I'm sorry. It's just a lot of pressure sometimes. I need to be more physical with you baby! Sometimes it drives me up the wall. I'm sorry if I was disrespectful to you in any manner, fondling you while you were skyping. I love touching you baby, but I don't want you to feel disrespected. Maybe touching you while you were on camera with Janelle and my mother was out of line," said Leif.

"That's...that's okay. You're my man, and...nothing should be off limits with you. My body should belong to you when you are my husband. It....It kinda makes me feel pretty that you can't control yourself when you are near me. I know we said we'd wait until we were married to move to that next level, but Leify if it's so hard for you, that it makes you cross, we can...we can take it to that next level tonight. I don't want you to be unhappy. It's my job to make you happy with my body baby, and I take that very seriously especially since I'm going to be your wife. Your sweet, special girl. I just want to make you happy. I've got a pretty little nightgown I can wear, and you can tear it off me and do what you want baby. I feel nervous when I dream about you being rougher with me, but it's a good nervous. I know you'll make us both feel good, however you choose for us to enjoy each other," purred Lynne softly.

She looked at him with those innocent, adoring, doe like eyes. Tender. Sexually submissive. Wanting to please her man! He was the luckiest man in the world. 

He could wait for her.

"I'm not unhappy with you darlin', I'm very happy with you, and I want you to feel happy and safe too. That's my first priority. You're a good girl, and an innocent sweetheart, and I know it will feel better for you if I want until you're my wife to be rough...now....go sit back over on that stool over there, and let me eat your pussy baby. I couldn't wait to suck my fingers and get a taste as soon as I was off camera," said Leif with a grunt.

"You're gonna eat my pussy as my punishment. Oh baby, I love being your woman," she said with an adorable grin, and a husky chuckle. 

He cupped her juicy ass, and she sat on the stool, dangling her feet around the metal ring on the sides.

"Open up your laptop and practice. When you're my wife, I need to be able to touch you whenever I want, on command, and you need to learn to stop making such cute little faces in public. Cute faces that make it obvious that I'm loving you," he murmured against her neck.

She was squirming with delight on the stool, and he was not even kissing her on her neck. Damn, she was so tender and luscious. There was this sweet innocence, and naivety to her that drove him mad, even with this awakening sensuality! If she started being all squirmy and looking at him with those wide eyed, pleasured glances when he was fucking her on their honeymoon, it was going to be uneventful for her. He never wanted to be selfish, but he knew he'd be busting his load deep in her belly before he could control it, and give her a really good time. And would it be so bad to be selfish just a few times? He hardly thought so at all, he'd always given her the utmost pleasure and he'd continue to but her sexual needs first, most of the time! But sometimes a man got those selfish, greedy longings, when he loved a woman! That was why he'd groped her. 

"Well, but do you have to make it feel so good if I'm not to make faces," cried Lynne with a sweet giggle as he started to tenderly neck her.

"Mmm. You revel in pleasure, and you have no self-control, but you're still damn innocent as the day is long, and you have no idea what the hell you're setting yourself up for Lynney. You're gonna be one exhausted and sore newlywed wife! I love it. I'm going to have so much fun with you Lynney. Your gonna make your husband so happy," he murmured sweetly.

His cock was so hard it ached, and felt sore. He reached his hand under her shirt, he knew his hands were somewhat cold, and she wriggled even more on the stool, and then when he cupped her small, perky breasts, with those fat, luscious nipples, under her shirt, and she let out a low groan.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 36



"Oh baby," she panted softly, and she moved free of his grasp and lifted her shirt.

She looked down, and she saw herself topless on the laptop camera.

She threw her head back and giggled.

"That things not on is it?" asked Leif, pointing at her laptop webcam. 

"Hell no, I'd die of embarrassment if it were on," said Lynne with a grin. 

"That's the only thing, you must never show my sweet body to anyone else, do you understand," he murmured huskily, swatting her ass hard through the slat.

"Ouch! Yeah, I understand. I know that I wouldn't be a good wifey if I did that. And you better not show your fucking sexy body to anyone else either," she said with a sweet giggle.

"I would never do that darlin'. I'm all yours. Didn't tell you to take your shirt off either. It's naughty, you need to learn to listen, you're gonna be punished if you don't listen sugar, when you become my wife," he added kissing the nape of her neck.

"I'm sorry baby. I try to be good, but I just end up being naughty, punish me Leify," she purred softly, and she took his hands and cupped her breasts with them.

"Oh yeah, you do. I'll teach you how to be real good in a few short months. You'll learn all about it," he murmured gently massaging her breasts in his hands.

"I want to be so good," she whispered. 

Seeing the image his pale fingers on the laptop camera, caressing her soft, beige skin, and caressing those mocha nipples aroused his cock so much he felt sticky pre-cum on the crotch of his boxer shorts.

He kissed down the column of her throat, and put his hot mouth up to her nipple.

"I love you," he whispered, gently circling the other nipple with a thumb.

Lynne wanted his mouth on her breast so much, he looked up into her eyes and saw a tear in the corner of her eye.

She was so sensitive in her emotions, the kind of woman a man dreamed of being able to love raunchily for the very first time.

She pulled his face down roughly to her breasts and Leif chuckled with delight.

She purred softly when he took her lovely, thick nipple into her lips, then she groaned loudly when he increased the suction.

"I love you too!" she cried loudly.

He knew actions spoke louder than words, so he turned her around.

"You teased me with these panties, so you'll come wearing them right now," he murmured.

He loved those fucking ikea stools that he'd bought her, but not for their decorative appeal. He turned the stool so that the seat was pointed downwards, and Lynne needed to quickly use her legs on the side of the stool and prop her hands up against their breakfast bar to keep from falling. The slats were so wide under the stool, he could eat her pussy without her moving her ass from the stool. 

Leif knelt behind her on the stool. Then he gripped her around her tiny waist with one hand, and held her panties to the side with the other.

He angled the stool a little further so it was barely supporting her.

This would give her the feeling of virtual weightlessness, and she needed to trust him, and depend on him not to drop her.

He wouldn't drop her, and she needed to learn to trust him, if she would be properly fucked in a few weeks. Trusting him, not to hurt her in a bad way, even as he loved her in a coarse and rough manner would yield dividends of pleasure and even deeper love for them to share, sexually and emotionally, bond them even closer. 

"No...no...no, I'm going to fall!" she moaned as he licked her gently, crosswise over her pussy lips.

"I'm not gonna let you fall baby. You're marrying me in May right? Two months form now. Don't you trust me," he murmured between kisses to her pussy. 

"Yes, but I don't like this, I think I'm going to fall!" she whimpered, and then she moaned loudly as he gently licked over her anus with his tongue.

He gently kissed and sucked her anus. He knew that Lynne was already 

lubricating, she was so slick he saw it running down the crease of her thigh near her ass. 

Lynne groaned loudly as he teased her anus with his loving tongue. 

"You need to learn to trust your man darlin'. It hurts me when you don't trust me. Every time you don't trust me, it hurts my feelings, even though I'm a tough guy, because I love you so much. If you're gonna be my wife, you need to trust me. You don't want to hurt your man, do you?" he asked.

He kept covering her pussy with light, soft kisses through her panties. 

"No baby, I don't want to hurt you, I trust you....oh god, Leify I trust you so much! I trust you more than anything!" she moaned as he teased her by licking crosswise over her lips.

Leif chuckled! This little game he was playing, he hoped it helped her learn to trust him, and not back away when he gave it to her hard on the honeymoon, but, he also was pretty sure that her complicit admission of trusting him so much was due to the pleasure he gave her pussy. 

She was practically babbling with her joy. He loved her so much. 

He held her with one hand around her waist, supporting her, her ass on the stool, while she gripped the bar for dear life.

He lifted one of her legs in the air, and gripped her under her thigh, so his sweetie needed to trust him more.

He couldn't see her face, but he bet she looked startled. He wished he could see her face. He'd never let her fall! She needed to trust him. 

Lifting her leg like that exposed her tender pussy and those coarse exotic hairs that he loved. 

She was so creamy with wetness!

He couldn't wait to taste anymore, and he pointed out his tongue boldly, pressing it within his Lynne and tasting her folds.

Leif groaned at the sheer sweetness of her. The more he tasted her unique and tasty flavor, the more he craved it. While he moaned sweetly as though he was filing his sweet tooth, Lynne cried out loudly with pleasure. 

Her nervousness, coupled with his teasing had her pussy and clit so swollen when he flattened his tongue on her vulva, then licked upwards over her juicy pussy lips from behind and towards her clit, she jumped backwards, and he knew it was because she was so hot for him, her clit was swollen and sore! 

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry! So hot for me you clit is sore?" he asked indulgently.

At times like this, he was sorry they weren't married yet. A few short months. It seemed so much more appropriate to say, husband is sorry. He never thought thinking of him, as her husband, would make him hot, but his dick throbbed. He couldn't wait to call himself that, and make her call him that, when he was inside her.

"Yeah baby, be gentle with it," she panted softly. 

He loved his Lynne so much!

He knew how to please her clit indirectly so it didn't cause her pain. He licked over her fleshy pussy lips, and the coarse hairs near her clitoris.

Lynne started to moan softly under her breath.

It was a sweet, tortured moan that begged for release.

He kissed her tender lips near her clitoris, and then he took the lips one at a time, gently between his lips, sensuously sucking them, then running his tongue sideways between each lip and clitoral hood, over and over again.

Finally, when she started wriggling her ass towards his face so much, he needed to hold her tighter so as not to drop her, he knew she was ready for clit stimulation.

She was so eager for it, she took one of her supporting hands off of the bar, and lifted her wet panty leg, pulling it over to the side.

He licked over her throbbing clit, and Lynne let out a sweet, satisfying mewl that made his heart, and his dick ache with love.

He held onto her wet thigh, to lift her left leg up further, and his thumb got wedged between her panties and her ass and lightly penetrated her anus by accident.

He'd never been interested in penetrating a woman's anus with anything before, but the furrow of her ass was intoxicatingly tight and hot. It felt secret, intimate and naughty, but he also didn't mean to push her boundaries.

The thumb up her ass was an accident, and he hoped it didn't scare her!

"Leify! Mmmm, baby," she whimpered. 

He wasn't sure if it was a good whimper or a bad whimper.

"I'm so sorry baby, it was a mistake, I lost my grip," he offered sweetly, quickly removing his thumb, then sucking it greedily for the taste of the deep furrow of her ass. The secret places of her ass were sweet and musky, just like the surface areas around her anus that he already knew. 

"Baby I liked it!" she managed to squeak out softly, as though she was embarrassed that she liked his thumb in her ass.

"I want to give you everything you like baby, if you like my thumb in your ass, nothing to be ashamed of," he added sweetly.

He sucked his thumb, the thumb that had been penetrating her tasty little ass, so that it was lubed, and the tip of his thumb would fit in easier than it had before.

Then he grabbed her thigh lifted it high in the air, exposing her ass and her pussy.

Then, licking over her clit from behind, in sweet, broad circles, he also held her tightly by the waist as he penetrated her ass gently with the tip of his thumb.

It was hot, dry, with tender, sensitive ridges, and feeling her tender asshole quivering with pleasure around his thumb made him want to love and protect her more. He couldn't imagine how each primal, and physical thing they explored made him love her more. 

"Ugh!" cried out Lynne. 

It was a sweet cry of utter surrender and satisfaction.

He licked back and forth, back and forth over her clit from behind, so firmly and thoroughly that he wriggled it, feeling it swell with each motion of his tongue.

Lynne cried out loudly-

"Leif...baby, I love you!" and he felt her pussy spasming under his tongue. Her anus was so tight, her sharp anal contractions at orgasm forced out his thumb tip.

All the tight, sweet spots on Lynne's body fascinated him. Mercy! 

She let out a few more deep satisfied moans, and she panted over, and over again, and Leif courteously rocked the angle of the stool back so that it supported her.

"Oh my, that was so intense Leify. Shit! The tip of your thumb in my ass felt 

so good. It was an accident, but I liked it. I felt like, I belonged to you, and you couldn't get enough, so much that your fingers went everywhere, even places where they shouldn't, like up my ass. Damn, I never thought about anything going up the ass before you did that. I always thought it seemed painful. But, your thumb inside my ass, felt so private. Up the ass seems like a spot where a husband's fingers shouldn't go, it just seems kinky, and forbidden, and that makes me want to save that spot for after the wedding. I wanna share my whole self with you Leify," she murmured dreamily.

Her murmur sounded like she was both enamored with the new sensation sensually, and his accidental thumb penetration had awaked new feelings of love and closeness within her. 

Yes! Just what he'd dreamed of when he asked her to teach him all about love. Even in the most raunchiest of things, they were sweet acts of love between the two of them. 

"Sure sweetie, I'd be glad to tickle your ass with my thumb if you like. Maybe do it when you ride me and stuff. We can wait until we get married and I'll do it whenever you want then, just ask. Never be shy to share what you like. It was an accident, but a happy one. Just glad you're not scared of me darlin'. I was so nervous that you'd be scared after my hand slipped But you not getting afraid, it shows me you trust me. Lynne, I cherish the trust that's growing between us," said Leif with a soft smile.

He swallowed. He stood behind her, looking at the view of Lynne from behind, looking disheveled and naughty, the panties twisted on her juicy ass to allow him access to her pussy. No one knew what a sweet little freak she was but him! 

Her hair in that messy little pony tail, school teacher glasses askew. The view of her was so sweet on the laptop camera, he chuckled. But even as cute, and innocent, and as overwhelmed as she looked, he couldn't let her rest yet.

His cock ached.

He swallowed.

He wouldn't be able to penetrate her through both the stool, and the panties.

He gently stroked her cheek with his finger, and brushed his erection up to her thigh, through his jeans.

"I'm not done with you yet, young lady. Take off your panties," he purred softly.

Lynne giggled, and quickly slipped off her panties, throwing them down to the floor. 

He knew she loved their games by now. Loving, patient teacher, and tender, naïve student. It wasn't that far off from the truth. 

Leif swallowed, and unzipped his jeans, and let them fall to the floor.

Lynne looked at him sexily on the camera.

"Well, I would hope not baby, I was hoping you saved my biggest treat for last," she added with a sweet smile.

Leif groaned, and gripped her around her waist.

When she talked to him like that, it was getting increasingly difficult to quell the desire to be rougher. His balls ached! 

But he fought the urge, gently wriggling his cockhead close to the moist heat of her pussy. He groaned in satisfaction, then he felt Lynne leaning back on the stool, moving her hips in these sweet, sultry gyrations, pulling his cock deeper, and deeper into her tight pussy, still at her own, maddeningly, moderate pace.

"So thick, and good!" she purred sweetly.

Leif nibbled his lips.

She loved to ride his cock, so he held her gently by the waist, loving the feeling of her steamy folds growing wetter and juicer as her body responded naturally to the pleasure his dick provided.

Now it was Lynne who rocked the stool upwards gently. She figured out that if she rocked it upwards, his dick would apply marvelous pleasure to her g-spot.

He held her gently around her waist to secure her.

Now she put her feet on the edge of the stool and rock backwards into his dick earnestly, back and forth up and down.

The motions were not as rough and fast as he would use, but feeling as though he still couldn't have all of her, until she was legally his made his cock ache with fierce longing. 

Sure he could have bent the stool over at an almost ninety degree angle and thrusted into her hard and rough and satisfied the appetite of his dick, but it would have eroded their trust.

He pulled her hair back by that cute ponytail roughly.

"Do you know how much I love you!" he panted, biting her ear roughly.

"Yes baby," she moaned softly.

"Then say it!" he cried out to her. 

"More than anything!" she moaned with sexual joy. 

His stomach was beaded with sweat, as he tried to resist the temptation to get rough and nasty.

Biting her ear roughly was the only roughness he would allow himself for now.

When the rough biting became too much for her she giggled and wriggled her ear away, then groaning with pleasure at the feeling of his dick.

The wriggling, the giggling, the moaning, her perky tits bouncing on the laptop camera, it was all too much for Leif to stand, his dick ached with pleasure and the hot, full feeling of his sticky cum.

He held her gently by the waist and allowed himself a few, sweet, greedy thrusts, deep in Lynne's pussy. 

Each thrust elicited a loud whimper while her eyes grew larger with pleasure. 

It was heaven, and he squeezed her tight so she couldn't get away, groaning loudly with satisfaction as his come splattered deeply into her tight heat. 

He was spent, and he buried his nose in the sweet smell of her coconut shampoo, holding her tightly.

"I love you so much Lynney," he panted in her hair.

"I love you too, love to belong to you baby," she murmured sweetly.

"You don't....you don't quite belong to me yet. You're not sharing everything, but you'll see. When we make love, and the whole time you let me love you like those last few strokes, then you're sharing all your body with me, and you really can say you belong to me. When I'm your husband, and you let me love that body hard through the night, then you'll really belong to me. Won't that be nice?" he added sweetly, his nose in her hair.

Lynne looked at him angelically and nodded.

God that tender thing was in for the ride of her life pretty soon, and he didn't think he'd ever tire of her sweet, innocent ways, especially after he taught her about a good fucking!

A few minutes to catch their breaths, and then he took a napkin from the kitchen bar and had her push out while he watched all his hot come drip out of her, and cleaned her up, an after sex ritual between them that he loved.

***

Later on that evening, they were cuddling peacefully. Leif actually thought Lynne was asleep, and he was spooning her gently, rubbing her stomach.

"Baby are you awake?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah sweetness, I'm awake," he added softly into her rollers.

"Have you ever...did you ever do with anyone else what you did with me today? I mean, with your thumb, in my ass?" asked Lynne softly.

"Hell no sweetie. I told you it was an accident. I've never done that with anyone else," said Leif.

"I liked it so much. It's one of those things...I...well if you'd like to do that more after our wedding I think it could be neat, and bring us closer. You never...you never stuck your cock in anyone back there have you?" asked Lynne huskily.

He heard something in her husky, sexy accent he never heard before. 

Jealousy. 

He was so glad he could be honest and let her know he hadn't had anal sex with another woman! 

"No Lynney. Never done it with anyone else. I promise baby. My thumb was an accident, and sticking your cock back there on someone is not the kind of thing that is an accident, that'll get you a black eye, with some strange woman," said Leif with a small chuckle.

"You don't have to make fun of me Leif. I know I don't have a lot of experience sexually besides you, but I was only just asking," said Lynne softly.

"Baby doll, I wasn't trying to make fun of you. I promise. I think your questions about this are real cute," he added kissing the inside of her palm.

"Well, can I ask you another question?" asked Lynne.

"Lynney, ask me anything you want. Nothing is off limits. You know that too," he said into her palm. The skin on her hand was so soft.

"Baby have you ever, do you ever think about, do you ever want to-" Lynne was stammering.

She wasn't a stammering type of person, but whatever she wanted to ask him made her shy and nervous. Adorable.

"Don't be shy Lynney, I'll never judge you baby," said Leif patiently.

"Have you ever wanted to do that? I mean, anal sex? Do you like, think of it? Ever," she asked.

Leif's cock started to harden. Damn it, it was crazy how sexy and shy she could be by equal measure! Her curiosity had been stoked by the pleasure of his accidental thumb invasion, and she was now curious about the pleasure that anal penetration could provide, but she was shy, and she felt dirty for asking him. He could understand that with her cloistered, churchy upbringing.

But Lynne was damn hot! Such a freaky little goddess and he felt lucky to be marrying her. His former lovers had just not been as curious as this beautiful woman he was spooning, and he knew it was because they didn't love him. Good emotional love made a woman like Lynne very sexually curious! It was delightful to Leif.

"To be honest Lynney, I hadn't thought of it. I mean, I'm a man, and, well, you've got one nice, warm and wet hole that I love to explore. Men are born to crave their women's pussies. And I'm telling you that, I don't think anything on earth can feel as good as your pussy. The texture. The moisture, that heat is just, oh god Lynney I'm getting hard again just talking about how marvelous your pussy is. There's just really not one way to describe it to you," said Leif.

"Okay, Okay, I understand, it makes sense, I mean, the pussy is the way nature intended," said Lynne softly.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 36



She reached for his index finger and started sucking it shyly. They'd established in the woodshed that it was perfectly okay for her to suck his finger for sexual pleasure or emotional comfort whenever she wished. She sucked his finger because she felt shy, and embarrassed with this new curiosity, he was certain.

Still his groin started to tingle, her hot wet lips felt good.

His cock hardened against her ass.

"I wasn't finished sweetheart. I never thought about putting my cock in your ass no, but...I want to be a loving husband baby, it's my duty to satisfy you. If you feel like that's something you'd like to try, I'd be willing to try it with you. I have to admit that, the texture of your bottom felt so good around my finger. It was tight and ridgy. Tender too. It felt nice. A different feeling. Slow, and careful with lube, probably be really pleasurable for my cock. But not ever as good as your juicy, tight little pussy!" he added softly.

"But, but don't you think that it would hurt? Something as big as your dick back there?" asked Lynne.

She squirmed her ass cheek against his cock. She was so curious she was squirming. He throbbed with lust for her, and she couldn't even imagine how much! 

"I think that if a man isn't patient with a woman, and doesn't love her, and doesn't take time to prepare her, and lube her, it probably is a very painful experience. But I think if a woman loves her man, and the man loves her, and she trusts him, and he is patient with her, and gentle with her, takes his time, lubes up good, and starts with other things first, maybe over a long period of time, maybe months, or even years, and the woman wants to submit to her man like that, then it probably feels really good to a woman. Some men like to do that with their wives, and girlfriends. If the women didn't get something out of it too, they wouldn't let their men do it to them," said Leif.

He'd nuzzled his cock close to her ass cheeks, like he loved. Lynne sensing his intention let him cuddle his semi hard erection between her cheeks.

"Would you like me to submit to you that way Leify. I mean later on, after we're married? We're going to be together forever right?" asked Lynne softly.

"Of course sweetheart. If you'd like to try it, I'd love to experience it with you baby. We can be patient and take our time, and just like with sex we don't have to do it all right away. There's no race to the finish line. We can start slow, and gentle, and work our way up to my cock. Damn, we have come so far in our closeness and love. Not many women are that curious and adventurous, and lucky for me, it's all because of how much you love me," he added softly.

"Of course. Maybe we can do it for our ten-year wedding anniversary? I mean, let you put your cock in my ass. That'd be a present you'd never get anywhere else. Then I'd really be giving myself to you totally, you'd know all of me, nothing would be off limits to you as my husband, and that's exactly how it should be," said Lynne dreamily.

Damn it, she was so sweet! Sexy as can be, but all of those sexy thoughts were shrouded in how it would improve their love and closeness. If she wanted to give him her tender little ass on their ten-year wedding anniversary, it was a spicy little treat that he'd be honored to accept. 

And most marvelous of all for Leif was, imagining himself with her, ten years into the future, Laying beside her in bed, filled him with an equal sense of wonder, and contentment. She'd kept up to her end of the bargain they'd made when he saved her from the mouse.

She taught him all about romantic love.

"Oh Lynney I'd love to be privileged to share your body like that in ten years. Now, what can I give you that can match a present like that?" he asked.

But Lynne was quiet. He looked down, and she was asleep, snoring soundly, his index finger propped up contentedly against the pad of her lip. 

He just lovingly kissed her forehead and wished her sweet dreams.

***

After Leif accidentally penetrated her anus with his thumb, it stroked a curiosity that burned through Lynne. She'd always been taught that anal sex was dirty, and something only done by homosexual men. Long ago, Lynne had stopped simply believing what she'd be taught about sexuality as part of her backwards upbringing, but anal sex was just something that Lynne was never curious about, she believed that it would be a painful and unpleasant experience.

But Leif's anal penetration, even though it was accidental had felt marvelous. She'd been so aroused, that even though his thumb was tight back there, it enhanced the sensation of his big hard dick inside her pussy. Honestly though, Lynne found it most arousing because she imagined how she could give herself to him totally after their wedding. If she could offer up her anus to his exploring fingers, then there would be no part of her body that was off limits. 

He could enjoy all of her, and pleasure her. She began to have feverish fantasies about having her anus, her mouth, and her womanhood penetrated by him all at the same time. Then, she'd really belong to him, sharing everything with him, just as he murmured she'd be his when she let him love her hard with his body all through the night. She couldn't wait to belong to him, even more than she belonged to him now.

Thinking about all the layers of sexuality that they had yet to explore aroused Lynne's sexual fantasies. 

Lynne always was introverted, and used the stage, and her pen and paper, with writing, and drawing to express herself. In her quiet moments, early in the morning, she started writing down some of her deeper sensual fantasies that she wanted to explore in the future with Leif. 

The stories were erotic, but they were always shrouded in the sweet love that they shared. Lynne gave of herself, and shared with him in ways that she knew he craved. And even though they were still very loving, towards each other, in these new explorations they were nasty, dirty, and rough! She was his wife in her narratives, and she built her story arc so that there was always something new for them to explore sexually between the two of them, piece by piece, leaving no stone unturned. 

Letting him know that no part of her was off limits, and even letting him penetrate her ass for one of their wedding anniversaries would be a marvelous gift of love to give to Leif. 

When she had a carnal fantasy that she wanted to explore with Leif, that she felt too shy to mention, she penned it in her journal. They were tempestuous, steamy stories, and just like the love they felt for each other, it was equal parts sex and love, you couldn't extrapolate the two.

The fantasies fueled her songwriting. The writing also increased her sexual desires for Leif. Leif told her he was glad that her sexual appetite was increasing, and it was the normal by-product of a loving relationship where she felt secure, and adored as a woman. He warned her that her growing appetite for sex was going to serve her well on their honeymoon, when things would be a lot more intense. 

***

Although Leif had told Lynne that she should do whatever she wanted, and the wedding was her special day, she was seeking his opinion on every detail. But she'd worked too hard her whole life for everyone's approval, and where he was concerned, he wanted her own happiness to be paramount.

He was just happy he was marrying her!

He'd been planning on going over to Matt's and watching a basketball game, but Lynne mentioned something about tasting wedding cakes. Once Leif realized that Lynne wanted him to do wedding stuff with her today, he never mentioned the game. He didn't mention it, because Lynne was a very special kind of woman. That was part of the reason he was marrying her, that sweet way that she had. If she knew that Leif had plans to watch basketball, she would have insisted that he watch the game with Matt. 

It wasn't that Lynne was a pushover. She had her certain principles and she enjoyed them spending time as a couple. She just knew Leif loved basketball, it was one of his favorite hobbies, and she loved for him to do the things he enjoyed. She'd even suggested that he have a tailgate party for his friends at their home after the wedding, and she'd fix all the food and hangout in the bedroom so she didn't disturb them, and watch old movies in the bedroom with Janelle after she'd given everyone their snacks. So he didn't tell her about the plans with Matt because he knew she'd say, oh, go watch the game Leify, but she really wanted him tasting the cakes with her, she just would be too shy to ask him to change his plans. Besides, he loved sweets, and cakes, and later on, because he went cake tasting with her, she'd probably let him taste her little cakes. 

Leif thought they'd already picked the wedding cakes, she'd wanted the design that was the middle photo in the wedding pintrest cake board, the one he liked, which had gotten him in trouble with the sneaky ass and pussy fondle. He grinned at the memory. There were so many pintrest boards now, he did not keep up with them all, though Lynne sent him the links sometimes. But, Lynne informed him that they'd just chosen the cake design, not the flavors.

Now that the wedding was almost upon them, they needed to agree on a cake flavor. This order would then be sent over to the chain store in California, close to Leif's old neighborhood. They'd actually arranged for his mother to be on face time and they'd all be tasting the cakes a the same time. Linda at the Cali Chain, and he, Lynne and Janelle in NYC. He pulled back Lynne's chair and seated her, and the baker gave them several samples to try.

Lynne took extra relish in feeding him the samples messily, telling him she was practicing for the wedding.

"I thought you said we weren't going to mess each other's faces up. If I do it to you nice, and you get me, I'm gonna get you so bad Lynney, even if I've already fed you the damn cake, just warning you," he murmured, playfully tickling her stomach.

She squirmed and giggled. His dick still tingled when she got all squirmy, even in public, because of the sweet ways that she had, and how erotic she was behind closed doors, when she squirmed with pleasure.

Lynne took out her notebook and wrote notes about each of the flavors. Janelle rolled her eyes at Lynne's meticulousness, but Leif smiled. There were some things that maybe it took a husband to be to adore, but he thought her extreme detail oriented nature was adorable.

They finally narrowed it down to three flavors.

Lynne chose all three. There were four layers, so one of the Layers, they did as a marble. They promptly sent the order over to the Cali bakery, where the order was given, and his mom loved the samples they'd chosen. 

They were just about to leave, when Leif said,

"Let's get a few cupcakes to go ladies, my treat," said Leif.

In walked a slightly older couple, and their middle school aged son.

"Ms. Lynne," called the young man.

Lynne turned around, and looked at the young man. Leif thought it was odd that Lynne didn't speak to the young boy.

He brushed Lynne's shoulder. He put his mouth to her ear, about to whisper, 

"He was talking to you baby," but then Leif heard his parents say, with a loud whisper that may as well not have been a whisper-

"She's fallen away, the letter was read, so you shouldn't talk to her. Don't make a scene,"

It was then that the impact of excommunication struck Leif. They really did treat her as though she was dead. She was not even to be spoken to in a greeting. Lynne had told him this would happen when she first told him about her faith after they'd made up, but he'd never seen it in practice, and he was shocked at the coldness of the behavior. 

It was a sick, twisted, and hateful practice, regardless of whatever good her former church thought it did for the sinner. 

He looked over at Lynne and her eyes were a little moist.

"I knew him, from when he was a baby. They brought him in this little white basinet to church the week after he was born. They used to watch me when I was small if my mom had something to do after school and I needed supervision. Shit," she whispered under her breath. 

She was trying to be strong, and hold in her tears. 

Leif saw Janelle look over at her friend. She'd heard what Lynne whispered, and also, what the parents said, and he knew that when she threw her arm around Lynne's waist.

Leif had his arm gently around Lynne's waist as well. Neither of them would let Lynne go, and Leif was so glad, so glad, that these evil parents, and their adolescent son could see the testimony of the way they loved and cared for Lynne. This family would abandon Lynne, whom they knew since her childhood, and deprive her of contact, but Lynne had found people who loved her out of the cruel confines of their church. And Leif wanted them to see that.

He kept tenderly kissing the crown of Lynne's hair while he waited for the cupcakes, and playfully messing up her face, feeding her the cake remnants.

He was a bit glad that it took a while to get their cupcakes together. He hadn't wanted to rush out of the store, as though Lynne should run out the store in shame and get "chastised" for her sins. This was not their sick church, it was the public, and Lynne had a right to buy, and eat cupcakes and spend as long in the store as she pleased. The family was the one with a silly rule, belonging to a silly church, where they could not socialize with anyone who "left" their faith. 

"That's a shame Lynney that they think they are doing what Jesus would want them to do? You think he'd want them ignoring someone they've known since she was a baby. I don't think so. I'm glad...glad you got to see what love was like in that church you went to a month ago baby. And, really glad we're gonna have a beautiful wedding where you get to see more about what love is really like. And you deserve this pretty wedding, because you're a good girl, and a good woman too, as far as I'm concerned, and anyone else who matters is concerned," said Leif, his chin and lips nuzzling her hair.

He said it loud enough for that couple, and their son to hear; his words were for their benefit as much as Lynne's.

Lynne looked at him and grinned. She had water in her eyes but she was smiling at him so hard her cute nose was crinkled. When her nose was wrinkled, she was either laughing until she snorted, or wearing her biggest grin.

And, the look in her eyes told him without her even saying, the sheer pleasure she was derived in having someone take up for her, and being literally surrounded by love, her man, and her friend.

After their cupcake order was put together, Lynne took the cupcakes. 

"Come on ladies, let's get some milk for these cupcakes. Lynney loves milk with her cake," said Leif. 

Leif and walked out with his arm proudly around Lynne's waist, and Janelle was patting her shoulder. And, Lynne looked at the couple and the son, and she smiled a genuine smile, so bright it beamed, and looked at them as if to say, she was not at all hurting for companionship. 

It was the look Lynne gave that couple and their son, that let Leif know he didn't need to address them directly and let them know what they were doing was cruel and emotionally abusive. Lynne was just fine, even though these churchgoers ignored her, she was thriving with the love and support of her man and her friend. If only supporting her in the face of her parents unkindness would be as easy as dealing with this church family in the bakery.

Leif heard the young man say,

"Well somebody's talking to Ms. Lynne,"

While his parents tried to explain it away-

"They are unbelievers, that's why they still talk to her, they don't know and love God,"

But the look their son gave Leif, Lynne, and Janelle, made Leif wonder if the young man would be a believer for long. 

As Leif, Lynne and Janelle turned to exit the store, Leif held open the door for his lady and her friend.

The boy gave Leif a silent head nod.

And he waved at Lynne, and smiled at her in acknowledgement that he'd known her all his life, but Leif noticed that he waited until his father's back was turned. The young man was afraid of his parents reaction to bending the rules of their faith.

Just like his Lynne, who returned the young man's smile, in a clandestine fashion.



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 37



***

The wedding invitations were mailed to their apartment in a beautiful packet. 

Lynne, Leif, and his mother had chosen the wording. She'd felt a little upset initially when she saw the template for the way the brides and grooms typically worded their invitations. The bride's parents names were listed first and they were proudly giving away their daughter. Then the groom's parents names were mentioned.

But Lynne did not have her parent's blessing, so the traditional invitation style would not work for her. She was very sad, until Leif's mother had the suggestion that his family announce the marriage of their son to their lovely daughter, and provide both of their legal names. It would be quite obvious with Lynne's maiden name that she was marrying into Leif's family, and it avoided the awkward embarrassment that Lynne felt about putting the names of two parents on the invitation who may want nothing to do with the wedding. 

Leif loved the wording, and they suggested just a few amendments.  Then his mother helped them find an appropriate printer with offices in New York. When they arrived, Lynne could hardly wait to open the package.

The invitations were in the shape of a beautiful flower. When the recipient pulled the flower downward, it opened into a beautiful heart shaped invitation, with Lynne's name, Leif's name, and his parent's announcement of the wonderful marriage of their son and daughter.

Simply beautiful. Seeing the wedding invitations made the wedding really feel real to Lynne, and so lucky that he'd asked her to marry him. 

"Damn. So Fly. So beautiful, I love them Leify," said Lynne her voice a hushed whisper.

"Damn straight. I can hardly believe they are here. And it's real, and you'll be my wife in a few short months," said Leif with a smile.

"I know. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world," said Lynne.

They already had an invitation list they'd been keeping in Lynne's notebook, so they got started on addressing the invitations with their RSVP cards, so they could put them in the mail as soon as possible.

They got in a playful argument over who should address the invitations. She was sitting in the circle of his arms, wedged between the coffee table and the couch, in the floor, with her pen in hand, ready to address.

"I know....I know I told you to do whatever you want with the wedding Lynney, and I meant it, but...you need to let me address those invitations," he added with a slight chuckle.

"Why? Addressing them is part of the fun, come on! This is one of those moments a girl dreams about," said Lynne, writing out the first invitation.

"If you really want to, go ahead, I don't want to spoil your fun, but that sloppy ass, chicken scratch, Dr. Frankenstein handwriting, you might want to get some help with that," he added, picking up the envelope, and squinting his eyes, like he was struggling to read her writing.

Lynne rolled her eyes and gave him the pen, then watched Leif casually fill in an invitation with his neat, beautiful cursive handwriting, exerting no effort to be neat at all. 

"Well, good for you! Girly ass handwriting to go with your girly ass eyelashes, and girly, pretty ass blue eyes," mocked Lynne. 

"My eyelashes aren't girly. Plenty of guys have long ones, and you know it. I've got something you're gonna sit on if you keep running your mouth, that'll teach you about being a smart ass and calling me girly. Something that will make you purr with pleasure like a humbled little kitten. And while I'm giving it to you, I'm going to make you apologize for insinuating that I'm a girl, or I'll take away that big fun toy. And I still might smack your ass afterwards, and show you who the girl is around here," he said with a smirk.

Lynne laughed until she snorted. Her cheeks burned with warmth. It was soon followed by heat and tingling in her belly at his sexy teasing. She loved when he teased her sensually and put her in her place. 

She blushed and her eyes shined with playful anger, while she struggled to think of a comeback. 

"You're just mad because I called you out with that girly ass handwriting to match with your pretty ass blue eyes, and that little fashion model face of yours. Okay Leif, maybe I am a little jealous, because my handwriting is so terrible, but honestly, I don't know too many men whose writing looks like yours, and especially not a guy like you, hardy on the farm, loving the guitar, hippyish like you are," said Lynne.

"Now, now, don't be jealous. You can't have everything, you're gorgeous, and smart, and talented, you can afford to have a few small flaws, and that messy ass handwriting is yours. Go ahead. Keep up. You still have a few envelopes to ruin with your ugly ass handwriting. Pretty crazy that, a woman as gorgeous as you are, has such shitty handwriting, I never would have guessed it when we met, but it's one of those things about you that I find fucking adorable. Besides, I can always read your shitty ass writing it's just the guests you need to worry about," said Leif with a chuckle.

Lynne popped him firmly on his arm. 

He chuckled.

"That's not funny Leif! It's not fair. You can't even draw. Why do mine have to look like such chicken shit!" said Lynne with exasperation.

She'd only addressed five invitations to Leif's forty invitations. She'd been writing as slowly as she could, trying to make them neat, and attempting at calligraphy.

"It's too bad, you draw so well, but you have such sloppy handwriting. You should have drawn your addresses in block letters. Cartoon script maybe?  Then they'd be legible. I'm teasing you. Yours are beautiful too in their own way. We're almost done now sugar," he teased lovingly.

When they got to the final few invitations, Lynne looked at Leif, twirling one of the invitations over in her hands.

"I'm going to set this one aside. I...quite frankly I'm tired of running from my parents with this crazy ass church shit. I'm sure they're gonna throw me out of church when two weeks is up, because I'm sure as hell not calling that pastor. But I think they need to see this before they throw me out. After all, they have no idea we are getting married, and one of their concerns was that we were just getting carried away, and you were just using me. This invitation says otherwise. And so I think they should know about our nuptials. And I want to make sure they see it. So I'd like to deliver it in person," said Lynne. 

"That sounds like a good idea. I'm proud of you Lynney! No use hiding from them any longer. It is what it is, we're still getting married whether they throw you out of the church or not. I'm going to be your husband whether they want to be a part of your life, or choose to keep acting foolish. It's good to show them the wedding invite. Respectfully call them on their shit. My little tortoise growing up," he said playfully caressing her chin dimple with his thumb.

"Thanks Leify.,.but I dunno how much your tortoise is growing up. I'm still nervous," said Lynne softly.

"Hey, that's normal.  They are so hard on you, and it seems that they've always been rough on you, even when you were small. Part of what gives me so much pleasure as your man, is being able to teach you about kind and gentle love. But I'm gonna be there this time sweetie. I'm going to protect you, and no matter what they say, or do, they can't hurt you because you're mine now, to love and care for. No matter what they say or do, you're coming back to my loving arms, and our loving home. You're just doing them a courtesy with this wedding invitation because you're a good daughter. And you're gonna be a good wife. The best wife. My perfect little sweetheart, always. Don't be scared now. I'll be right there by your side," said Leif with a smile.

He had no idea how nourishing his encouraging words could be for her soul. 

How his kindness gave her strength.

She'd been humiliated initially when she ran into that family from her church at the bakery. But Leif was her rock, and he'd turned it into a situation where, even in the face of their ignorance, and them ignoring her, Lynne felt proud, and loved, and special. And what was more, Leif wanted that family to see how much he cared, how he doted on her. It really calmed her anxiety about feeling alone, and made the fear of feeling like an outcast when they threw her out of church recede in the background.

"I'm not scared of nothing when you're near me Leify," said Lynne softly.

***

That Saturday morning, when they were to visit her parents home to deliver the invitation, Lynne was so quiet it was eerie. He was spooning with her, like he loved, his flaccid cock cuddled up to her ass crack. She was so yummy and soft, he loved to cuddle his cock up to her everywhere, whether he was aching hard with an erection, or calm, peaceful, and flaccid, like right now. 

He looked down at Lynne lovingly, and kissed the top of her hair curlers. Lynne used to be an early riser before they were together, but now, she normally slept so hard on Saturday mornings, especially when she didn't have a show in the evening. He was wearing her out in the bedroom! When she finally awoke from sleep, they'd have breakfast together and cuddle and watch her favorite cartoons.

But this morning, Lynne was already awake, her big beautiful exotic brown eyes staring at the wall. She looked somber. She was thinking, he could almost see the thoughts, and the worry turning over and over again in her mind. She was cute when she was engrossed in thoughts, but he did not like her worried. 

"Good morning baby doll. I can just see the thoughts swirling around in that pretty little head of yours. You nervous? We don't have to go. I'm sorry I pushed you so hard to answer the phone when your dad was harassing you earlier...you don't have to deliver the invitation in person baby. You can just mail it if you want," he added softly kissing her forehead.

He gently kissed her forehead and the crown of her hair, near her rollers over and over again. 

Lynne groaned with pleasure at his affection.

"I think I should deliver it in person. Mailing it gives them the chance to ignore it. And I want them to know we are getting married. I don't have anything to hide from them about us anymore. I'm proud that you asked me to marry you, and I was proud to accept," said Lynne.

"Okay. I agree that we should have nothing to hide. It's just that they are pretty hard on you, and I don't want to see them make you upset. But if you feel like you are ready to handle it, that's great. I'm proud of you. But let's spend a lot of time this morning doing some fun things you enjoy, together," said Leif with a grin.

"That sounds good. I'm sure they are out there early this morning saving souls. Or more like torturing them, banging on doors unsolicited and pestering folks with literature. I love the Saturday mornings with you. People take for granted, sleeping in on Saturday, and not feeling any guilt, and watching cartoons and eating cereal, but I'll never take that shit for granted, going out early every Saturday, canvassing. It was one of the first things that I loved when I moved out on my own, that Saturday morning freedom, to enjoy whatever I wanted, and not have to solicit. But now, enjoying my free Saturdays with you is twice as sweet. I'm gonna make us some breakfast. You want pancakes, or banana nut muffins?" asked Lynne.

She stretched and yawned, and sat up in the bed.

"You wait right here. I don't want you to lift a finger. I've got your favorite cereal, and we can eat it in bed together, and catch the Tom and Jerry Marathon," said Leif lovingly, handing Lynne the remote.

She got the cutest grin on her face. A grin that showcased that sweet chin dimple, and his heart ached at the thought of anyone ever mistreating his sweet little Lynney as he kissed her chin. He hoped things went well with her parents today, but he had his severe doubts. 



When he returned to the room, she'd stretched her body out near the foot of the bed. She was wearing a plain grey t-shirt, no bra, and even her grey sweatpants couldn't disguise her juicy ass.

Leif loved the little t-shirts with no bra more than words could ever describe, especially the colors like white and grey, he could see the juicy fat nipples, and the puffy areola of her small, shapely little breasts so well under those worn t-shirts. She was damn yummy in her around the house clothes, so he couldn't even imagine what it would be like when Lynne got some of the nasty little nighties he heard Janelle teasing her that they would gift her with during the shortly upcoming bridal shower. 

Those big milky brown eyes were engrossed with the TV. Tom and Jerry! She loved that shit. But when she threw her head back to giggle, her eyes met his. She looked full of happiness and relaxed delight, and he didn't want this peaceful atmosphere to be spoiled, as he knew figured it would be when they visited her parents.

When her eyes met his she started to sit up.

"No, just rest baby, I'll bring it to you," said Leif dotingly. 

He sat her bowl, and her spoon before her, on the bed, like his spoiled little princess. 

That was how he wanted her to be. Spoiling her rotten, and it was damn time considering all she'd been through before.

"Thanks baby," said Lynne, and she grinned at him, her mouth already full of cereal. 

She lay on her stomach, shoveling her favorite frosted flakes in her mouth.

She was so adorable and he was so busy watching her, and her giggling and glee, as she watched the antics of Tom and Jerry, he wasn't even thinking about tucking into his own favorite cereal, those cocoa puffs.

Before he even knew what he was doing, he'd reached out, and swatted her plump butt in those sweatpants. He couldn't help teasing her. He loved to make her squeal, giggle, and want to fight him playfully.

When she made those cute noises, because she was happy, and secure in his love, and being playful with her man, his whole heart, and his male nature throbbed with an aching glow. 

His sweet world of love and play with Lynney. 

"Stop!" crowed Lynne and she was giggling.

Although Lynne loved to cook, and enjoyed eating, when she was worried, she could be such a picky eater, and she messed over her food, even the delicious meals that she fixed. So he was glad, even though she was worried this morning, that she was devouring those frosted flakes. She loved that cereal even though he teased her that it was little more than candy, and surprised she loved it so much, since she was normally such a healthy eater.

And, after she'd finished her on cereal, she cuddled up next to him, making a playful pest of herself, trying to nibble his own cocoa pebbles.

"Now you've already had your breakfast...now scoot, go back to your cartoons, let me eat mine in peace, little Lynney," he added playfully spooning some into her lips.

But Lynne simply took her spoon and started digging into his bowl, stealing bits of his own cocoa pebbles, Leif's favorite cereal.

Rascal. She just wanted to tease him. Loved to play and get his attention, and teasing. It was a way that she could feel his love and affection. If she liked him teasing her, he'd tease her until tears of laughter and joy ran down her face. He loved for her to feel like his special girl!

"Keep on Lynney, and I'll give you something to do with those soft pouty lips of yours, and it ain't gonna be eating your man's cereal," said Leif.

Determined not to let her eat his cereal away, he opened his mouth wide, tipped the bowl back and poured the cereal, milk, and everything into his mouth, chewing and swallowing. 

Lynne giggled until she snorted.

"I always underestimate how disgusting you are," she said, with mock disdain as he wiped the milk from his lips with the back of his hand, and let out a small, playful burp.

He'd only added the burp to disgust Lynne and make her laugh, until she made that cute snort. 

"Need I remind you that you seem to love how thorough and greedy I am when I use my tongue on that cute little womanhood, and ass of yours," he teased, swatting her butt.

She tried to tickle his underarms, but he grabbed her around her waist, and slung her over his body almost effortlessly, tickling her stomach until she howled with laughter. He loved how small Lynne was, and he couldn't wait to be rougher with her, pick her up, hold her, pose her in some lovely positions so he could fuck her better, she had the kind of body where he could play with her like a life sized doll, especially because he was so much taller than she was. 

She was so soft, and that giggling and squirming everywhere as he tried to pin her down gave him a diamond hard erection.

They ended up in a position where her head was pointed toward his feet, and her own feet were pointed towards his face.

The more she laughed and wiggled all around as he tickled her stomach, the more aroused, and harder his cock got.

"Please stop it, Leify I'll be good, I can't no more baby, I'm sorry!" she said through her chuckles.

He swatted her ass firmly. So luscious and tender, and he loved the way it bounced when he slapped it hard. He loved that fat juicy little ass of hers. 

He gave it a few playful stinging swats, knowing how much she loved to be spanked in jest.

Lynne started tickling Leif's feet. He wasn't too ticklish there, but her ingenuity and playfulness amused him and he chuckled a little, more for her benefit than actually being ticklish. 

He grabbed her beneath her succulent thighs, to pull her butt closer to his face, and give himself better leverage to spank her, but then, with her lovely ass in his face, he forgot about spanking, he just wanted to lick it, and her tight pussy too.

He butted his nose up to the crotch of her sweatpants through her shorts, and inhaled, sniffing like a dog, the sweet smell of her pussy in the morning, before her shower, and the lovely, sensual smell of her buttocks. 

Before he knew what he was doing, he'd pulled her pussy right up to his face, as she clutched his feet from her angle. She'd long ago given up on tickling his feet, even though he'd tickled her stomach so hard that her shirt had lifted up in the air and he could see her small perky tits peaking out from under the shirt, and that lovely smooth stomach of hers.

It was then, her crotch near his mouth, and her lips, dangerously close to his own male area that he realized that they'd never sixty-nined before.

Everything was always lovely and brand new in their love. There were so many new avenues of passion and pleasure to explore, and he couldn't wait to tread all this ground, lovingly with Lynne, teaching her all that he knew.

He stopped tickling her stomach. She was so fucking innocent, and he loved to instruct her, and teach her all about the ways that she could be loved. 

"You know what sixty nine means," he crooned softly, kissing her butt through her sweatpants near the crotch. 

He swore he smelled her womanly scent thickening with arousal. Leif felt his own crotch start to twitch with longing, at her sweet smell. 

"Yeah, I know...I read it in Cosmo, it's like, when we both, we can both go down on each other at the same time, I can suck your dick, and you eat my pussy? Seems mad fun. Is that right?" she asked, turning her head slightly and looking into his face, from her vantage point near his feet.

Cosmo! That was where Lynne got most of her sexual knowledge. Damn adorable! But he did not begrudge the journal for its creative position ideas, even though it was a chick mag. He'd have to find an article online with some of those positions to share with her later.  It had given him a ton of creative ideas through the years. 

"You think you know so much don't you! Huh? You might know what it is, but you've never done it," he teased, biting her plump little ass cheek through her grey sweatpants.




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"No, I haven't done it, but I think I might like it, I can learn how, it don't seem too hard, I love to do everything you teach me Leify," she murmured, and she started squeezing and rubbing his cock and his balls through his sweatpants. 

"Sweet Lynney, love you so much, that's just it baby, touch my cock so good.  Now start to kiss it some like you normally would while I'll kiss yours," sighed Leif with pleasure. 

Just when he started to moan with pleasure, she leaned down and bit his own ass cheek through his sweats, just like he'd done to hers earlier.

But Lynne wasn't as gentle as he was, when he'd bit her cheek before. She bit his ass hard!

"Ouch! You little monster! You want to play huh?" he cried, lifting her shirt and tickling her stomach until she was howling and squealing everywhere.

"Please! Please, I'm sorry, I'll be nice, I'll be a nice girl, I was just playing, I want to suck your cock! Let me go so I can suck you baby! I can't suck you if you're tickling me," she said, laughing hysterically at his tickling fingers.

Leif groaned as his manhood engorged with pleasure. 

Shit, those sweet noises and the laughter made him want to bang her until he exploded cum deep in her guts, and be greedy and rough with the fucking! He wanted her squealing and moaning and giggling while he fucked her like a grown woman. He'd have to make it a point to let her know how arousing he found her giggles, and moans on this honeymoon, and if she wanted him to last when he started fucking her she needed to keep quiet, and hush up that adorable accent! 

He forgot about tickling her, wanting now to seduce her. 

Instead, he started sucking her toes, and kissing and licking her arches, kissing and sucking her heels. 

He wasn't a foot man, but the smell of all the contours of Lynne's feet and the flavor of her delicate toes in his mouth was so sensual.

It made him want other sweet things belonging to Lynne in his lips.

Lynne purred with ecstasy.

And just when she was purring with joy, the urge to tease, took him over. He must have been taking his cues from the cartoon that now was playing on the screen to no viewers. He was just like Tom, and couldn't decide if he wanted to tease, or be nice to his little Jerry. 

Lynne was busy kissing around his balls through his sweatpants, now, and moaning while he played with her feet. Occasionally she kissed his aching cock head through the black cotton material. 

"You don't deserve this pleasure," he teased, tickling the soles of her feet.

"Please, please, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I bit your ass so rough! I was naughty, please don't tickle me no more, my stomach feels sick from laughing," she cried.

"Are you really sorry sweetie? Because you hurt my feelings, and my ass, and I find it hard to forgive you," he said with playful sadness, her sole up to his mouth.

"Yeah baby, I'm so sorry, I'll be such a good girl, and I won't bite anymore" she said, her voice full of playful remorse.

"Really, you're learning not to bite now, and that it wasn't nice to bite my ass so hard? Let's see what happens to good girls, who are nice to their man, and don't bite. I'll be nice even though you're bad and deserve nothing but tickles and butt spankings. Let your man show you about sixty-nine, and how much fun and pleasure it can give us," said Leif playfully. 

He smacked her butt authoritatively.

"Scoot down a little so I can take off your pants," he commanded.

She scooted down his body, fast!

She was so eager to explore new things with him, and he felt so damn lucky! 

He loosened the drawstring to her sweatpants, and she was so hungry for his sexual affections she started slipping her pants down her thighs. 

"Did your man tell you to start taking these off, yourself? Didn't I tell you I'd take the pants off your little ass?" he asked, biting her gently her behind her shin.

"I'm sorry for taking my own pants off! I didn't listen, I've been so naughty! I think I need a punishment," said Lynne.

She loved playing up these dominant, submissive little roles. There would be so much fun in store for them as a married couple, and he'd even occasionally allow her to swap roles, and be the boss. 

"Mmm. I decide when to punish you, and when not to. I wanted them off anyway, so you're still my good girl!" he added yanking the sweatpants down roughly and swatting her ass several times.

Lynne yipped with both pleasure and obedience with each swat, and his body ached with even more love for her.

"Take them off, the rest of the way, if you want some pleasure. It's hard for me to do from this angle," he murmured.

She slipped the sweatpants off her ankles, and threw them in the floor.

Then, she eagerly crawled back into position, putting her pussy, clad in soaking wet, white boy cut panties close to his chin. Then she positioned her own chin on his torso, close to his crotch.

The entire crotch of her underwear was sticky and damp.

Leif brushed her inner thighs with teasing, gentle thumbs.

"You're soaking wet Lynney. You love wrestling and playing with your man? You like to be tickled and spanked? It turns my baby girl on? Is that why you're so sassy and misbehave so often, you liked to be teased by your man? Like my attention? You want your man to pay attention to your body baby? You like being your man's special girl?" he asked indulgently, between kisses of her wet, sticky crotch, his thumbs teasing her inner thighs.

Lynne moaned with pleasure, then quipped. 

"It must turn you on too, you must like teasing your special girl, you're hard as a rock," said Lynne, peeling down his sweatpants.

Lynne leaned upwards from the mattress, and supported herself on her elbows to allow him leverage to pull his own sweatpants over his waist, and sensing her intention, whens he pulled at his waistband, he pulled them down over his hips, low enough so she could slide them off the rest of the way. 

Leif was commando under the sweatpants, so once he pulled the sweatpants down, throbbing cock was right next to her chin, and that precious dimple. 

He started sucking her sweet pussy right through her panties. He couldn't even wait to get her pussy out of the wrapper her panties provided. The panties captured all the sweet flavor, sticky juices, and the scents, and just licking them drove him wild.

It seemed to drive Lynne mad too, and she reached behind herself in an attempt to pull off her panties, and get the full pleasure of his hot, wet mouth directly aching womanhood, unhindered by the fabric. 

"Leify I want your mouth baby," she panted, trying to pull those cute little short styled panties over her ass. 

"Mmm, just wait. Be patient. Allow yourself to be teased. Learn to have control...that's a skill you have to learn, doesn't come easy to an innocent woman like you, you're just learning, and you love, love pleasure and want to go straight to the big orgasm," he crooned sensually, and he pulled back the legs to her panties, and let himself have a bold taste, a bold swipe over those coarse brown hairs, the silky smooth lips and the sensual juices.

"I'm sorry baby, I want to learn so good, and be real good," she whimpered as he took a bold lick of her clitoris.

How he loved the games they played! And she loved them too. Saucy thing turned her head, looked behind him, and winked at him, then giggled sensually. Loving her role! She was fucking hot, and he'd was lucky that he didn't have to wait ten life times to find a life, and sexual soul mate like Lynne. 

"You're still good. You're Just learning. Sweet and earthy as hell," he confirmed, smacking his lips as though she was a succulent piece of fruit. 

He peeled the other leg back and held it away from her body so he could get a look at her juicy lips and tight pussy though his view was obscured by her panties, then pinching her buttocks apart to try to explore her, and see her ass.

Lynne squirmed, and she started licking his throbbing cockhead, and only after she started to lick it, did he realize it was leaking clear, precum.

"I can't help licking it when my lips are close to it, and it does starts making that juice for me. It's calling out for me to taste it," she panted, her hot breath making his shaft sore.

He quickly peeled Lynne's panties off, and because her back was to him, he allowed himself several sniffs of her sticky panty crotch. Soaking wet for him, and his mouth! He'd never done that before, and her sweet, yet sensual aroma was intoxicating.

Damn he loved her!

But nothing was like the real thing.

"Lay on my face," he groaned.

He'd never seen her ass and pussy up close like that from the rear at eye level.

He was drunk with passion with those raw, primal, intimate parts of her, so close to his face. Her intoxicating smell! He loved when she sat on his face, as there was no way to get away from that sweet musk. That sweet pussy and ass scent was all that he could breathe in, it left him dizzy with delight, and he didn't want to breath any other air but her unique scent. Lynne's and Lynne's alone. 

That brown thatch of exotic, coarse brown hair, and the way it unfolded onto those beautiful, fleshy tan lips, with those pick innards, and that pretty little anal pucker she had.

A tight, cute little pucker and she was just aching to have that tight little ass plundered after they'd been married a few years. Leif had never plundered an ass before, but now that she wanted it, he'd explore it with her, and he bet they had so much fun and pleasure once he prepared her lovingly, just like all their other sex acts. He bet the saucy little thing would never make it to ten years. 

He parted her pussy and licked slowly over her lips from behind. This vantage point allowed him to penetrate her so deeply with his tongue, deeper than ever before. He loved pushing his tongue roughly, and nastily inside and pillaging all of Lynne's sweet womanly juices. 

Lynne was forgetting to keep up to her end of the sixty-nine, just like the innocent little novice she was, forgetting, she should be sucking his cock with fever too, but lucky for her, he was very aroused, with the up close view and scent of her between her legs and ass, and enjoyed her teasing swipes of his cockhead with her eager little tongue, delivered between the pleasure that he gave her. 

He wriggled his tongue in her pussy with deep, wild, rough strokes, motions so loud he could hear the sweet sucking sounds of her pussy around his tongue as she squirmed with joy.

Lynne groaned, loudly and started bucking her hips wildly above him.

"Mmm, it's so good inside me!" she whimpered loudly.

She was loving when he ate it rough now! Her loud moans made his cock ache, and he figured now as good a time as any for her to learn to be a little more quiet sometimes, lest he bust a nut too early once he was fucking her after their wedding.

"Have you forgotten what sixty-nine means, so fast lovely?  I want you to wrap those pretty lips around my cock and start sucking baby girl! There shouldn't be any time for talking young lady," he murmured.

Lynne plunged her steamy wet lips around his throbbing dick. Her mouth felt so damn good on his manhood.  He almost wanted to purr like Lynne did on his cock, while she sucked him off. 

"Sweetie, I love you!" he panted hotly with his sexual joy into her pussy.

Then he started kissing it with passion.

She started bobbing her head enthusiastically from side to side, and up and down, using a tender, sensual rhythm to pleasure, and excite the head of him. She took him into her lips deeply and then started gently squeezing the shaft.

The motions of her eager mouth felt so good, and she smelled so good, his mouth watered against her pussy. 

The pleasure started to get the best of him, and he gave her a few teasing licks but he mostly groaned, enjoying the pleasure of the intense suction and rubbing gave his cock from this position, and the sweet, erotic smell of Lynne, up close and personal while she gave him his pleasurable part of the sixty-nine position. 

No wonder she found it so hard to keep her attention on sucking his cock, her warm lips gave him so much pleasure, while that sweet smell, and all those intimate bits mashed up close to him at eye level made him want to bust his load in her mouth quickly.  

But then, the male part of him wanted to compete with his sexual playmate, and bring her more joy to her body than the explorations of his dick with her eager lips provided for him.  

And he started to dart his tongue nastily over her quivering anus, but he would not penetrate her ass with his tongue, as badly as he wanted to explore that untouched crevice because he knew that her ass drove Lynne wild with pleasure now, and she was burning with curiosity about anal penetration. 

"Baby please," Lynne groaned against his cock, and he felt hot tears on his inner thigh.

He heard her sniffle. She wanted his gentle, loving tongue up her ass so she could explore so badly that she was crying.

Darling thing, and he hated to tease her, but she herself said she wanted to save that delight until marriage, and he wasn't going to let her newfound love of sex and pleasure spoil that idea. They had enough sexually they could share for the next month or so, without spoiling her wish to save more intense anal play and other activities for their honeymoon. 

It was up to him to be firm as the loving husband to be, and set a boundary so that Lynne lived up to her own standards that she had set.

"Now I know you wanted to wait for this until the honeymoon. It gives us something to look forward to. Nothing up your ass till the honeymoon. That's what you said baby girl, and that's what we're doing. My tongue will feel so nice there. It will be gentle, and it will feel good to explore like that. My tongue in your ass, penetrating you, until you're ready for more stuff, later on down the line. My fingers, and then, when you feel like a really big girl, and a grown up wifey, maybe even your husband's big cock, you said ten years right? You're gonna be a good girl, the best girl and save the inside of your tasty ass for your hubby," he groaned indulgently, and he made sure to talk with hot, steamy breath, right up to her anal pucker.

He knew he was a cruel groom, but when they got to their honeymoon destination, she'd probably come all over herself as soon as he swiped her crack with his tongue she was so curious and hot for some anal exploration. And she'd never make it to their ten-year anniversary. He had her pegged for five years before he was sticking his cock up there sometimes for her at the very most. 

"Yes baby, that's what I said, I love you for helping me be a good little wifey, I'm so sorry, I was weak for a moment," she added.

God, she was so sweet and tender, he couldn't wait to play with her each way she wanted.

"Leif always loves his special woman. You're always my good girl. I'll play with your other hole. But, you need to put my cock back between those pretty little lips and start sucking Lynney, now!" he added, his fingers in her hair, pushing her downwards toward his navel.

***

Damn she loved this man! She'd been full of trepidation this morning, knowing she was going to visit her parents, and they were probably going to be unhappy about the wedding invitation, and cruel in their excommunication of her. But she felt it was her duty to let them know she was not going to confessional, and she and Leif were getting married.

And Leif could sense, see through her worry, and he'd taken their Saturday morning ritual and turned the cartoons and the playing into something where he bolstered her up with a feeling of love, safety, and security, and joyful sexuality that nourished her soul, and gave her the strength she needed to be able to face her parents in a few short hours.

Boundless joy of sexual exploration! She'd never sixty-nined before, and while she was beginning to crave his dick inside her, and wanted him to make love to her, she found that being up close and personal with Leif's beautiful, hard, pink cock, while he teased, sucked, and licked her most sensitive parts, to be more intimate in some ways than their steamy intercourse. 

His dick was beautiful, and his thick hardness throbbed for her, she could feel the aching of his member between her loving lips, and being close to him in the reverse position let her lovingly massage and squeeze his tight balls, which she knew were aching for her.  He hadn't come since yesterday, and she loved when he had a hot sticky load to give her.

The thicker the load, the more Leif lost control and moaned he love her, and the prouder, and happier, and more womanly she felt, able to satisfy her man. And she loved sucking his cock, but sucking his cock while he pleasured her as well was so outstanding, because Lynne got aroused just sucking his cock.

So his warm lips channeling that arousal, and providing pleasure by sucking and licking over her pussy, and just the sexual pleasure in general with all of her nervousness was calming her fears, and relaxing her, and making her feel joyful.

"You're so beautiful Lynney. I want you to imagine me loving you hard, while I'm rough with your pussy, with my lips, help get you ready for my cock on this honeymoon," he groaned, between his passionate, doting kisses of her vaginal lips. 

Then he'd spread them and start passionately licking her vulva and clit from behind, swiping slowly to penetrate her, and once he got his tongue inside her eager pussy muscles, he at her nasty and rough, turning his tongue in hard, rough, swirling motions that filled Lynne with ecstasy and left her wildly bucking her hips. While he tongued her out hard, she did imagine him screwing her brains out with his thick dick! It would be ecstasy, more and more she realized the delights that were in store for her on the honeymoon, and happy she had such a sweet man willing to be patient with her, and wanting to save something special for after the wedding. 

She returned his motions by twirling her lips around his throbbing head, bringing her tounge lovingly over the underside of his shaft over, and over again.

Leif started groaning into her pussy now, and she felt him squeeze and rub her buttocks passionately.

The pleasure got to him so good that, just like she'd forgotten to suck his cock before, and her lips were unmoving around his shaft earlier, he'd forgotten to lick her pussy.

She started wiggling her ass madly in his face, to get the pleasure of his tongue.

It must have excited him, because he slowly, carefully started thrusting in her lips.

She backed up a little bit to allow him more space to move, and then, she started rubbing and masturbating the shaft, while circling his head lovingly with her lips and tongue because she couldn't wait for his sweet, salty vigor.

When he brushed her anus with his finger though, teasing her, with the delight, the secret pleasure she longed for when he'd accidentally invaded her ass with his thumb a few weeks ago, but this time he refused to press it inside, teasingly rimming the hole with his finger, while sucking and licking her clit rhythmically with his tongue, Lynne was broken with pleasure.

It was too intense, and she felt her nipples poking into his thighs, and those sweet, warm tingles that were collecting in a sensual pool, building between her legs and the base of her belly thrummed into overwhelming strains of pleasure. 

He reached between her thighs and spread her pussy so wide, so he could plunge his fat tongue roughly between her folds, his width of his thick tongue abusing her insides lovingly, stretching her out harder than he'd ever stretched her before.

Her body could barely stand the intense pleasure of his greedy tongue stretching out her pussy muscles.




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Her womanhood convulsed with joy around his eager licking thrusts, thrusts so hard they made popping noises in her aching pussy. Tounge thrusts that she could hear, which increased her arousal. Her pussy and womb just kept clutching and each seize was punctuated with a pleasure so thorough that Lynne made soft moans as she sucked his thick phallus.

Tears of sweet delight streamed down Lynne's face now!

Her sucking motions grew harder urged on by the multiple orgasms at the rough pillaging of her innards with his tongue.

She loved the feel and shape of his sexy mushroom head, and she sucked his cock harder now, sucking it hard like she was sucking up something thick and sticky through a milkshake straw. 

Now he was moaning into her pussy.

"Oh Lynney, sugar, I love you!" he cried as her pussy kept throbbing and clenching with the intensity of her multiple orgasms.

She couldn't answer, but when she felt his own cock start throbbing, and began feeling and tasting the sweet, sticky fruits of his release on her tongue, he knew without words that he loved her too.

He groaned with pleasure against her pussy again, and again, with such happiness, and Lynne greedily sucked his come down her throat, loving the soft, sexy feel.

He kept patting her rear, and gently rubbing the small of her back under the t-shirt, while Lynne made sure to gobble up all of the sweet gift he wanted to share.

Then, tenderly running her tongue along the head and shaft to make sure she didn't miss any of the sweet gift he wanted to share, while his powerful shaft grew flaccid and soft. Leif moaned with pleasure at the motions of her cleaning even as his cock grew soft. 

"My goodness Lynney! That was amazing! I never sixty-nined like that before. So much more fun than I ever had in that position. Jesus, you make everything fun, and it must be because I love you so much! That's all I can figure out!" he added happily kissing the sole of her feet. 

"I'm glad everything is more fun with me, than you had with other women before. That's the only thing that keeps me from being insanely jealous, that you had other women before. Knowing you love the way I love you, the best. I want, your gorgeous body only to belong to me," murmured Lynne, climbing off of his body, and turning around to face him, cuddling her arm around his neck.

"Oh Lynney, my body, plus my heart and soul already belongs to you. Damn it I've forgotten about the other women I've slept with long ago. They don't hold a candle to you baby. It's just something about it. I dunno how to describe it. Must be the love, and there's also something about an innocent woman you love enough to marry, who is just so overwhelmingly eager to please her man. It's such a tender thing, and I feel sorry that most men will never, ever get to experience a passion like this, and a pleasure like this, because they're busy out there screwing every woman in a skirt. But then, like earlier with the cartoons, and the cereal, you're like my best friend. Not ever anyone I love to spend time with more. I'm so lucky to be marrying you in a month," he added softly, reflectively, kissing her forehead.

"Baby that's so beautiful. But I'm the lucky one. But I know my parents won't see that," said Lynne with a sigh, then a small yawn.

He kissed her hand.

"You were up earlier, worrying. Get a nap. I want you to be clearheaded, and happy, and relaxed, before you go in there at least. Sleep up against my chest, while I watch some real cartoons. Warner Brothers," he chided.

He turned the volume down low so he didn't disturb her. Lynne loved the smell of her own pussy on his breath as he dotingly kissed her cheek. She cuddled right into the crook of his chest.

Soon she didn't want her t-shirt on, and she peeled it off. Being naked and close to him, skin to skin with him and feeling his heartbeat fortified her emotionally. Having the chance to cuddle, tickle and play, and watch cartoons, when she hadn't had a particularly happy childhood, besides sneaking away with friends and performing, meant everything to Lynne, filled in the missing pieces of her soul, and satisfied longings and cravings she didn't even know she had before Leif healed her with his tender love. 

She didn't know if she could make her parents understand the way she loved him, and why she was marrying him today, and she didn't care. She felt tears of gratitude forming in her eyes, and they pooled around his chest as he started cuddling her.

He immediately looked down at her.

"What's wrong with my girl? You don't wanna go anymore? You don't have to do a thing you don't want to do anymore Lynney. They don't hold you hostage anymore," he added protectively.

"No, these are gratitude tears! Grateful for you," said Lynne softly.

"Grateful for you too sweet princess. Get a nap. You'll be glad you had it, you worried so much you didn't sleep good. You tossed and turned half the night," he scolded, swatting her ass.

His hands cupping the back of her neck, and soon, she felt him rocking her. It was a private pleasure between them, and no one else had to know that he rocked his grown ass woman to sleep sometimes, but Lynne found it soothing as hell to be rocked tenderly.

She didn't even realize when she fell asleep, she only felt him a few hours later gently rocking her shoulder.

"If you still want to go darlin', we should get ready. I drew you a hot bath before I woke you, I already showered, so take as long as you want," he added sweetly.

Lynne soaked in the hot water, washing herself carefully to remove the scent of their oral lovemaking, and her own pleasure.

When she finished, he was waiting to dry her skin and her hair. He dotingly dried her off with the towel.

When he was finished, he sat on the edge of the tub, and pulled her close to him, looking tenderly into her eyes. 

"So now, if...if you are talking to them, and things get mean, we can leave. And this ring you're wearing, it says you belong to me, and if they hurt a hair on your head, or a piece of your heart, so help me god, you might need to post bail to get me out of jail before the wedding," he added caressing her cheek dotingly.

She chuckled.

"Oh Leif, I'm grown, I don't think we have to worry about you catching a case.  I don't think they'll do anything too crazy to me, they just are going to probably be rude, and shitty, especially my father," she added sadly. 

"Well I hope not baby, but if it turns ugly, you never have to go back again, okay," added Leif sweetly.

Lynne nodded. 

But she sucked up his tenderness, and soaked it up, and it bolstered her, the same way that she absorbed a variety of musical genres, and it bled in her soul and enhanced her craft.

How lucky she was that she wanted to absorb him the same way she absorbed her music! 

***

Lynne was all dressed up again like a schoolteacher to visit her parents. She always chose modest clothes for these visits. It was bad enough that she was leaving their church in their eyes, there was no need to assault their eyes with any sexy, or hipster style clothes that would just alarm them even more.

She wore a buttoned up lightweight cashmere sweater, a modest length denim skirt, and casual boots. It was getting warmer outside so she didn't need a jacket. She slicked her hair back in a ponytail, and she wore glasses.



Leif had even tried to dress a little more conservatively than he had the last time. He wore his good pair of khaki pants, the same pair of pants he'd worn to church when she was visiting their parents in California. He also pulled his long dreadlocks back in a ponytail. She'd never seen Leif do that before! He wore the silk shirt that he'd worn when he asked her to marry him.

Lynne was so touched. Leif was trying hard to maintain his sense of self, while showing some type of respect to her parents during his visit. He'd been respectful the last time in his demeanor, but now he was even making superficial changes to his appearance, so he would be less offensive to her conservative parents.  The fact that he was trying so hard for the outcome of the visit to be a positive one, despite what flaming assholes her parents were being was a clear demonstration of his love for her.

"Leif, it's so sweet that you are all dressed up this time honey. You remind me of myself long ago.  I mean, with them, you just keep trying, and trying, and every time you try a little harder, and hope that it'll be good enough. But it never is though, so, you didn't have to go through such efforts with them. It probably won't matter that you dressed up so nicely, nothing I ever did or said was enough," said Lynne softly as an after thought as Leif locked up the apartment behind them.

"Well, this is a new house, and a new life, with Leif Peterson, Mrs. Peterson. And, you are always, always enough for me. Don't you forget that, and especially once you are in the house with them today. And...and if you find that you are not enough for them as you are sweetheart, then, you may simply feel that you've had enough, leave their home, and choose to walk out of their lives.  The choice is yours now Lynney. You're grown. I'll support you either way," said Leif.

***

She was so quiet on the drive over, her lips pressed together expectantly, and she held the invitation until it was sweaty. Leif lovingly convinced her to sit it on the dashboard. 

He didn't want the ink to smear, and ruin her pretty invitation. It was one of the invitations that she'd addressed. But, he was careful not to scold her. He didn't even mention that she was making the ink runny. The last thing that she needed was any type of scolding right now, any type of hint that what she wasn't doing wasn't good enough.

Smearing the ink on the invite with sweaty hands because she was nervous was an honest mistake. 

He took her sweaty, trembling little fingers into his own. The fact that she was so nervous, he nearly wished he hadn't kept pushing her to "woman" up when they kept ringing her phone, but he kept remembering that she was the one who insisted on leaving this invitation with her parents personally- he hadn't put her up to it. 

Her fear of their displeasure, even from a distance, and even though she hadn't lived at home for almost two years now made Leif acutely aware of how badly she must have been mistreated growing up in their home. He could tell she was shell shocked, and used to getting yelled at by men, because the rare times when Leif had raised his voice at her, and he could count them on one hand, she braced herself and sat up, or stood up tall, on the alert. Like she was ready for a fight! It made him wonder too, about that ex of hers, and whether he'd ever yelled at, or struck at Lynne. Leif's heart ached with pain when he thought about her being terrorized by male aggression in fits of anger. 

Leif would never strike her! It hurt him when he'd raise his voice when he was a little upset, and she acted afraid of him.  He would never hurt her. But he knew that male excitability unnerved her sometimes; because of the different types of ways she'd been abused by men in her life, before he came along.

Part of him wondered if striking had been part of her discipline growing up, and he got a little hot with anger and had to adjust his silk collar as his neck trickled with sweat. If she'd been hit as part of discipline growing up, he didn't want to know, until after this visit, only because he felt like he'd want to hit her father. Let him see what it felt like to be tiny, the recipient of someone's displeasure, and have fear pounded into him, like he probably had done to Lynne. His parents had hated corporal punishment as a discipline, and he didn't like it either! 

But, he was certain at the very least, that she'd been yelled at often, and, probably severely. Her father even yelled in those voicemail messages. That was why Lynne glowed so much at Leif's tender doting, and male affection. She wasn't used to that, and it healed her. She'd lay right up under Leif's heart sometimes when he was watching TV or reading the paper, and he'd caress her hair or her neck, and it wasn't long before he figured out that half the time Lynne was not even watching the TV and could care less about the paper.

She just wanted his gentle skin caresses and his doting kisses to her forehead. When he found that out he was quick to let his woman know that she was welcome to sit in his lap or hide in his arms for a cuddle whenever she wanted, she didn't need to play it off as wanting to watch television, or wanting to steal a bit of his paper. Didn't matter what he was doing, just climb on him and snuggle up and fill herself up with his tender care. That was one of the first lessons he taught her along with not being nervous of his caresses, he wouldn't hurt her, early on in their courtship. 

She was thriving in Leif's love and care, and he only hoped this visit would not introduce a set back, and have Lynne going back into her shell again. She was emotionally immature, but she was growing up fast with Leif's care, he marveled at her emotional growth during such a short span, but her progress was dependent upon being treated with lots of love and kindness. Any bruise or bump could send her scurrying back in her shell. Lynne had done very well with the voicemail from her father, and that horrible family at the bakery, but when someone had been hurt the way his Lynney had, it would take a while to smooth out all those painful layers of a shyness and insecurity that she had. He didn't know how many more of these emotionally trying events she could take before she poked her head and arms back in that tortoise shell of hers. 

He could see when they were alone together, she was so raw and naked sensually and emotionally with him, she'd almost peeled all her protective layers off, so she could really bask in his love, but it had taken him precious long to get to that wonderful place that where he enjoyed her nearly total trust, and he wanted nothing intruding upon their closeness, including the emotional abuse of her former church and her parents. 

But, she broke the long silence in the car and said-

"I don't know how people go through the shit I go through with my parents alone.  I mean, I'm not to only person to get thrown out on their ass by their family because of the fucked up lifestyle this religion imposes. I was pretty brave for moving out of the house by myself, looking back. I mean, when I was alone, if I visited them like this, and they rejected me, oh Leif, it would have crushed me. But now....my home is with you. And, you've given me support, and encouragement, and love, so...I don't even feel like they have the power to reject me, or crush my spirit. My picture is on the fridge in our house. And you put it there because you love me, and I'm your special girl, and you are proud of all the things I do. And our little home together is where I know what it feels like to have safety, and love, and have someone proud of me no matter what I think, believe, or what I do for a living. So I'm gonna be okay, even if they spit on this invitation. And that's what I imagine they'll do," said Lynne.

She didn't sound sad, just factual as she said the last sentence.

Leif looked over at Lynne lovingly.

"What you just said right there, it lets me know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that our love is healing you in all the ways I had hoped that it would, and I just hope that this continues even more after we are husband and wife. If they spit on it baby, I'll just collect the most precious thing in my life, which is you, and we'll leave together, and we'll feel good knowing we've done all we can to be civil, and if they aren't a part of our lives, its because they are being cruel. And you've stood up to them, and you've been the big girl I always knew you were in my heart from the moment I saw you Lynney, and that's all that anyone can ask of you," he added with a soft smile as they pulled up to her parents home.

"I have never been more proud of you than I am today," he added dotingly, kissing her forehead.

Lynne looked at him, and she beamed with pleasure at his adoration.

***

Lynne never would have been bold enough to do this on her own. It was the strength of Leif's gentle, and patient love that was making her woman up, and stand up to them, the way she needed to. Part of it might have also been the growing tempestuousness of their sexuality. The more intimacies they shared, the more he made her feel like the adult woman she was.

She wanted her parents to know that she was not going to meet with Pastor Ben, she didn't feel the need to repent for her sins, and that they were wrong about Leif. He was marrying her, and he hadn't wanted to use her at all. 

Further, she wanted them to know that, despite their lack of support, she had plans to have a beautiful wedding, which would be a celebration, and not a saddened, small, justice of the peace affair. She didn't need their money, their support, or their blessing.  But, if they wanted to be a part of the ceremony they were welcome, though she doubted it, because of their ridiculous religious beliefs. 

She sat in the Leif's van, and adjusted her glasses and her hair in the mirror again, and again. She knew it was a nervous tick, and she was stalling.

"You look just beautiful honey. Why don't you go on and knock on the door now. Do you want me to wait in the car like I did last time baby, and you see if it's okay for me to come inside?" he murmured sweetly, kissing her on the cheek.

"No...they need to start getting used to the fact that we are a package deal. Especially once we start dropping our own little presents," said Lynne, grinning and him, her tongue in her cheek.

He got the joke immediately and he chuckled.

"I plan on keeping you quite busy, so you might be dropping a lot of presents once you get off that pill," he teased with a grin.

Leif took the invitation off the dash, and Lynne was glad. It had made her so nervous holding it. He put it in his shirt pocket.

"I'll give it to you when you're ready okay sweetness?" he whispered, his hot breath tickling her ear.

Lynne was surprised after all the wonderful orgasms she had with his tongue, and even her nervousness, or perhaps because of it, that she felt a stirring in her loins when his breath tickled her ear.

She giggled. She didn't mean to, but his sexy breath made her feel giddy for just a moment.

"Ah, stop that giggling and squirming. You're gonna give me a hard on, and that is not the impression we want to leave sweet Lynney," whispered Leif with a manly chuckle.

He playfully and respectfully hugged her around her shoulder.  Lynne knew the only reason he didn't cup her ass was because he had no idea who would be watching them through the window.

Now that she approached the door, her palms started sweating again.

"I almost don't think I can do it," she murmured under her breath.

"Hell yeah you can baby! Your man is right here," he added sweetly, his hand chastely on her upper back, patting her with encouragement.

Lynne walked up the stately steps to her parents brick townhome, and rang the doorbell.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 38



***

The door quickly swung open, and Lynne's mother stood in the doorway.

She looked as though she'd seen a ghost.

"My Goodness! Lynne!" cried her mother, and she pushed the door open and stepped outside on the step and squeezed Lynne tight in her arms.

Lynne was surprised at the quick burst of affection, but her mother had always been so much more of a hugger than her distant father.

Lynne embraced her mother back.

"Hey Mama," said Lynne bashfully.

"My God, I was so worried about you," said her mother, grabbing Lynne by her chin and looking in her eyes, as though, she wanted to make sure that Lynne wasn't under any physical distress.

"I'm okay mama. I'm fine, I'm right here," said Lynne reassuringly.

"Well I know you are now! But your father and I have been trying to call you nonstop. There was no answer, and you moved away from that apartment, and you didn't even send a word our way!" said her mother snippily.

"Well, I didn't but, that last phone call with dad, let me know he was pretty displeased, and I, to be honest, didn't think he'd care that I moved. Neither of you ever came to visit me once I moved out of your house. I was always planning on giving you all a working cell number where I can be reached," added Lynne.

"I see you brought your gentleman friend with you. So you two are still seeing each other," said her mother, nodding towards Leif.

"Yes Ma'am. We are still seeing each other, and we're very happy together. I'm sure Lynney will tell you more in just a little while," said Leif.

Lynne looked over at Leif, and he wore such a sweet, open smile, in spite of all that occurred that it warmed her heart.

"Well, you know you mentioned your father earlier, and Lynne, I hate to tell you this, but now....now is not really a good time for a visit," said her mother, giving Lynne a firm glance.

It was the glance she gave Lynne when she was young, and a matter was not open for any more discussion.

"Mama, are you about to go somewhere? I mean anytime should be a good time for a visit. I'm your daughter, and last I checked, we hadn't visited in about three months. Aren't you gonna invite us inside? I mean, I don't know about Leif, but I'm thirsty. I could use some water, Lemonade or something if you have it. You always made the best lemonade," said Lynne with a shy smile.

She wore that bright hopefulness. Lynne was a great actress and great at drawing out the warmth in people. She learned that skill to make her parents happy even when uneasiness floated through the household. And later she discovered it made her a magnetic performer, and was a good tool to use on stage. It made the audience love her.

"Oh Lynne. My dear child. Would I love to invite you inside. But your father had bible study with a young man, and he should be coming home any minute now. I wouldn't....wouldn't want to be seen around here if I were you. He's really pushing you to go to confessional Lynne. I mean, I know you love the boy, ad that can be worked out I guess, if he's serious about you, and he's ready to recognize Christ as his savior, but you know you are not right with God right now, and living how he wants you to live. And your father and I...we only want what's best for you-"

"Yeah, and Leif wants what's best for me too. And that's why we came here today, to give you some good news. I mean, I know it doesn't change daddy wanting me to go to confessional. And I'm not going either...because I don't agree with those principles anymore, but I do want you to know that...our relationship, is not what you think," said Lynne grabbing Leif's hand.

As soon as she reached for his hand, her man grabbed her hand and squeezed it lovingly. Feeling his fingers gripping her own gave her strength.

"Lynne, you were always feisty, and hard headed. Your father is not going to be happy to see you, especially because you haven't talked to him, or Pastor Ben.  And I've tried to reason with him, and tell him that the way to save you is not being so hard lined, and bull headed, and to take it easy on you, but you know as well as I know the way your father is about this church, and he's going to do what he thinks is the right thing. And our religion is the truth, and what he's telling you to do is right. If you really want to come inside, come on in, but you've been warned. I don't even know if your father will let you stay in this house or not if you don't agree to mend your ways Lynne," said her mother swinging open the door.

"Well, I'm not running from him anymore. It's his house, and if he chooses to put me out, he chooses to put me out, but, not before I give him my news," said Lynne.

Her mother walked into the house, holding the door open for Leif and Lynne. They walked inside.

"You were always a brave girl, in your own way, with your singing, and your performing, and doing silly things with your little girlfriends. But I just think you've got your mind set up on a wrong course, and you're being brave about the wrong thing. Look I was young once, and I know what passion feels like to two young people like you, and sometimes those feelings get confused with love and get you set up on a wrong path that takes a lot of stuff to undo.  And sometimes there are such consequences you have to live with for the rest of your life," said her mother.

After she said that statement, she gave Lynne such a weird glance, as though she wanted to look through her. 

"Lynne there are consequences for these actions, these mistakes that you make when you are so young, and just full of sexual feelings, but you aren't thinking about the future, and home life, and stability, and what it takes to have a successful family," said her mother. 

"Mom, that's just it. Leif and I are very serious, and we know exactly what we are getting into together. I can't believe you haven't noticed this, all this time we've been talking. Or maybe it's that you didn't want to notice," said Lynne, holding up her ring finger and pointing at the ring with her other hand.

"Yeah...we...we were waiting for a good time to tell you Mrs. Miller. It's...it's not only passion there. It's true love. I wanted to make an honest woman out of Lynne. I...I asked her to marry me about two weeks after our last visit. I love your daughter. That love is deep, and it's pure, and I want to give her my last name, and care for her all the ways a husband cares for a wife, not just the physical love. I didn't even...I mean before I met your daughter, I never, ever thought I'd want to marry someone. I thought it was just a piece of paper. But as soon as I meant Lynne, I knew I wanted to be with her forever. Honest. The idea, of being committed to your daughter, and knowing that nothing can tear us apart, that she's legally mine, makes me feel so warm and happy inside, I just can't believe how lucky I am. I'd do anything to make her happy, and I care about how she feels in her heart, and making her smile. And I'd never let anything hurt your precious little girl. She's my precious one now too," said Leif with a smile.

"Baby that's so beautiful. I feel the same way. See Mama, we're not, we're not trying to live like a bunch of hedonistic Satanists. We wanted to do the right thing and get married. Maybe in the beginning the passion was so strong we did some things you don't approve of, but we are going to make things right very soon. We just want to share our love and not hide things. And...and we want to give you this," said Lynne, reaching into Leif's breast pocket for the invitation.

She handed it to her mother.

"Lynne...what...what is this?" asked her mother.

"Open it and see," said Lynne gently.

Her mom's eyes filled with water.

"Lynne why do you have to make it so hard! It's breaking my heart Lynne. You know we can't...your father can't....he can't give his blessing to this marriage. You all aren't committed in the faith...oh Lynne, a mother has such high hopes for her daughter, and she dreams of the day that her daughter gets married, and I want to participate, but not like this...not when it's all wrapped up in sin, and deceit like this...your father will never give it his blessing, and that puts me in a terrible spot," said her mother.

She handed the invitation back to Lynne.

Lynne was crestfallen. Sin and deceit. All those heartfelt words she and Leif had spoken, and that was the message her mother came way with. Her eyes filled up with water.

Leif reached out and hugged Lynne gently.

"You let me know when you've had enough sweetheart. I don't want anyone, and anything to hurt you anymore, I don't like seeing those pretty brown eyes with tears in them, I don't want my sweetheart to cry," he added.

He held her tightly to his body, as though he could shield her from those painful words. But his warm embrace and the sweet smell of his neck as he hugged her chastely gave her strength, and she quickly dried her tears.

"No...no I'm okay," said Lynne and she nuzzled into his neck. She didn't care if her mother saw that Leif fortified her emotionally. 

She needed to know it. It was clear demonstration of their love in action. 

"We were not trying to wrap things up in sin and deceit. Maybe I should have introduced him to you all sooner. But I thought for once, maybe you'd be happy and proud even though I did some things that you don't agree with, that I was becoming an honest woman and getting married, not just living in sin with Leif forever. And I didn't have to coax and cajole Leif for this ring. He wanted to do it...so I think you all were wrong about him, and daddy at least, owes him an apology. He wasn't using me, at all," said Lynne softly.

"Oh young lady, if you think that, if you think that you've made it through the hard part because he asks you to marry him, and that's all it takes for him to prove his love isn't only sexual in nature, then the two of you have got another thing coming. Your father just pulled up, so if you feel brave enough, woman enough to ask that he apologize to your young man, you'll be able to tell him in a few minutes. But if I were you, I'd keep that notion to myself. And there's still time for you to go home and spare yourself embarrassment" said her mother.

"I'm not going anywhere. Daddy needs to know that we are getting married, and I'm not going to any confessional, or repenting either, I'm not sorry for falling in love with Leif, and not sorry for leaving behind a church that has rules where families can't speak to sinners," said Lynne firmly.

Her father pulled up into the space.

He opened the door quickly, and did a double take when he saw the three of them sitting at the kitchen table.

He glanced back and forth, back and forth between Lynne, Leif, and her mother.

Lynne broke the silence.

"Hello daddy,"

***

"Lynne, where on earth have you been for the past month! You dropped off the face of the earth. I haven't heard from you, and Pastor Ben hadn't heard from you. And Lynne, I hope you don't want to do your repentance and confessional today. Actually I hope you do want to get this over with today, but I'm not prepared. You know there need to be two other elders present, and there is just me here. And I'm surprised that the boy is here! He's still here. Goodness, I though that was over!" shouted her father walking towards the table.

"Yeah I'm...I'm still here. Not planning on going anywhere. I love your daughter with all my heart. And Lynne, she has some news to tell you too," said Leif.

His metered calm in the face of her fathers escalating voice impressed Lynne. Leif didn't seen intimidated by her father at all, but she got the clear sense that Leif was not going to play into her father's fits of anger and emotional hysterics, that short fuse he had when he was upset.

Her father flopped down at the table.

"What is it? And when are you scheduling your confessional. If you'd rather me not be there, that's fine, I understand, there may be intimate things you don't want to discuss, but you need to let me know so I can have someone else sit on your committee. I need you to get back on the path to salvation and the only way to do that is to repent, and stop practicing your sins. And this boy here...I don't even know what we're going to do about him! I thought this was over! Leif do you recognize Christ as your savior? Oh God, maybe we can get the boy a bible study, but we'd have to see, and definitely keep you two away from each other without chaperones,"

Said her father.

Lynne heard Leif starting to speak, but before he even got the chance, Lynne interrupted her husband to be.

She was boiling mad at the way her father acted. He just came right into the house, and took over. Just treated her like a small child, demanded evidence of when she was going to confessional, and started asking Leif personal questions about his spirituality.

Once again, no boundaries. No privacy. None of the things that Leif had taught her about having respect for each other, and their personal beliefs. She was sick of this shit!

"Daddy, I am not going to any confessional, with you, or Pastor Ben. Where does it say, in the bible, that I need to confess these sins. Please show us, in your copy of the bible, where it says I need to do this. I've read again and again and I can't find it in my bible," said Lynne with a small, smug smile.

"Oh, so you think you can interpret the word now? Is that what you think? Christ didn't assign women to teach the congregation, and you know that Lynne. If that male friend of yours knew anything, he'd be showing you that," said her father puffing out his chest.

"Give me a break daddy! You're using that as an excuse, because you can't find any scripture that proves what you are saying, and you know it. I searched for it after your call. I guess you should find it if that's what you are asking your parishioners to do," said Lynne.

She felt Leif affectionately patting her knee under the table. He was proud of her.

She could see it in his glance when he looked at her sideways.

"Lynne I am not getting into any bible debates with you, a grown man in my house talking to the daughter whom I created! If you're not going to confessional, you know what the consequences are. I suggest you take a good long look at this house because it'll be the last time you'll be seeing the inside of it for a good long while!" said her father.

His voice caught on a note of fury.

"Oh come on Chancy, don't talk to our Lynne Like that, she's still your daughter. Yelling at her so much doesn't make things better, only makes them worse. We've already lost her and you're pushing her further way," said her mother.

"And daddy you say that, as though I'm even going to miss this place! I'm building a whole new beautiful nest of memories with Leif, and that was exactly why I came here, to show you all about how serious we are about building a home and a life together. Look. Just look daddy. He asked me to be his wife, and I'm so proud of that, even if you aren't proud of me," said Lynne.

She pointed at her ring finger. The tears flooded like a broken damn now, and she was furiously wiping them away.

She slid the invitation across the table towards her father.

"It's okay Lynney, it's okay. I'm proud that you said yes baby...nothing's ever gonna hurt you now," Leif added pulling her into the circle of his arms.

He dotingly rubbed her shoulders, and patted her back respectfully. His comfort felt good to Lynne, and he didn't even care if her parents saw him providing that sweet, tender care. Didn't embarrass him at all, and how she glowed in his affection. Why couldn't they see how much Leif healed her? How he gave her strength, even now!

Lynne wanted his lap now. Damn it felt so soothing to be in her man's lap and she now understood why. She couldn't count on that type of affection when she was small. Look at the inquisition she was going through right now.

"What is this? What in the world is this? A wedding invitation. To a wedding where we've only met the boy once. The boy is an unbeliever, and our names aren't even on the thing? It's ridiculous, that's what I know," he said.

And flung the invitation right back across the table as though it was a piece of litter.

"Sir, don't fling things at Lynne like that. She doesn't like it, and neither do I. If you don't behave yourself, I'm going to have to cut this visit short. Your daughter is my Lynney now. I take her emotional well being very seriously, and if you're throwing things at her, this is not a healthy place for her, and as her man, I have to put my foot down, and maybe she can come back at a later date when you can prove you can be welcoming," said Leif.

He wasn't rude, he was even tempered, and calm, but he was also firm in his statement. Lynne had never had anyone stand up for her before her father before, and she felt a bit of arousal, which embarrassed her greatly in front of her parents, and she tried to stifle it down. 

She didn't even want them to get a whiff of anything improper.

Along with that fire in her loins and belly her eyes filled up with water, but now it was water at being cared for by Leif, and the loving way he looked after her feelings. So new and beautiful for Lynne. She never thought she'd get used to the kindness. 

"Here we go," said Leif.

He took great pains to put the invitation back in it's envelope nicely.

Then he very gently handed it to Lynne.

"There now that's a lot nicer. Here you go my sweet thing," he added dotingly kissing her forehead.

"Leify, thank you baby," said Lynne, with a sniffle. 

"And so that's how you can hand it to her, if you don't want to accept the invitation," said Leif, looking pointedly at her father. 

"Lynne, here's a tissue. I have one in my pocket. I'm sorry you ended up needing it," he added.

And Leif dabbed her tears away. He wouldn't even let her do it.

"You're so good to me Leify," said Lynne softly.

"It's no trouble, my soon to be wifey. I hate seeing you cry," said Leif.

But Leif's gaze was steely at her father. His gaze showed fury for making his woman cry. Leif's glance said there was a new sheriff in town, and he was going to protect Lynne's heart. 

She looked between her man and her father. Her father actually looked chastened for a minute. It impressed Lynne that Leif had chastened her bull headed father and it made her feel even safer with Leif.

"Look maybe I overreacted. But, you know I can't support his wedding. I can't support it, because you've fallen away from the church, and your husband to be doesn't even believe what we believe. And the wedding's not here anyway. On the invitation it shows, you're having it in California. Nice fancy wedding invitation, doesn't look like you need my help at all. My name's not even on the thing as giving you away. And so, so maybe he's serious about you and all that Lynne, but do you really know all that marriage takes. It's more than shacking up. Oh Lynne, I have some things I need to tell you. And I think I need to tell you alone," said her father rubbing his forehead.

Lynne saw her mother cast a nervous glance in her direction.

"It...it's alright Gladys...we're only going to discuss what she needs to know," said her father, and her mother looked at him.

"Don't do anything you'll regret later," said her mother forcefully.

"I'm not. I'm not. I'm not at all. Just let me speak to my daughter alone for five minutes. Lynne come in my study," said her father.

"Lynney do you want to go back there alone with him? You can say no. I don't understand why what he says he can't say it in front of others, and I don't want him hurting your feelings. But if you feel brave, and you think you can handle it, you can go back there with him," said Leif.

She loved how he always provided her support and gentle guidance.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 38



"Oh this is ridiculous. This boyfriend, not even her husband yet, thinks he can give me permission to have five minutes alone with my daughter?" said her father incredulously.

"it's not ridiculous at all. Actually, Leif is the man in my life now. He's my hero and protector now. And he's my hero and protector because I chose to make him so. And if he feels like I might be harmed in any way, he has a right to speak on it, even if he thinks the harm might come from you. He's allowed to protect what he loves, and I thought that was what you wanted for me growing up anyway anyway, a husband who cared about me. I thought you didn't like Leif because you felt he only cared about one thing, just sex, while completely ignoring the kindness and respect he's shown for me, even today. Leif, I'm brave enough to go back there alone. I never thought I'd be saying and doing these things, but I feel just fine. I know you are right outside if I need, you, and if I need you, I'll be right out," said Lynne.

"Okay baby. And if it takes longer than a few minutes, or I hear you crying, I'm getting you out of there, and we're going right home," said Leif authoritatively. 

Lynne and her father got up to go into the study.

***

He closed the door behind the two of them.

"Would you like a peppermint Lynne? You always liked them when you were smaller," said his father pushing the candy dish towards her.

Lynne was not in the mood to eat anything.

"No daddy. I'm fine, what's, what's so important you can't say in front of mama and Leif?" asked Lynne.

"I just want to talk to you about, well, more about what your mother was saying earlier. About marriage being hard and difficult, and especially when you have two people from two different backgrounds," said her father.

"Daddy, if you're talking about color, I hardly think about the difference in our races anymore, and neither does Leif. It's not really a lot different than a hair color, or an eye color that you think is beautiful. It took a little getting used to at first, but, the color isn't a big difference," said Lynne.

"Oh Lynne, you're making this hard for me. I know your mom talked to you about passion. Marrying the boy because he makes you feel passion is not a good idea. In the long run, compatibility counts for more than simple passion, and sexual feelings," said her father.

"But we are compatible. We do like a lot of the same stuff dad. Music, and books and, being with nature, playing games, movies, we do have lots in common, and I learn a lot from our differences too, the ways that he's different than me. We are friends. He's actually my best friend. One of the first things we loved was that we were physically attracted to each other, but also felt like great friends. Like we've known each other our whole lives, even though it's just a short while that we've know one another. There's more than just what I feel for him physically, I promise you!" cried Lynne.

"Sure, you might think that now, but how long have you known this boy," said her father.

"About five months. Five months in about a week. And I know, I know you are against us living together before marriage, but we've been living together that long almost, so I think I know a lot more about him than if he was just taking me out to the movies every Thursday," said Lynne.

"I'm sure you think you do. But people grow older. Things change. Priorities shift. You are only twenty-three years old, in two years, you won't even recognize yourself, you'll be so different. Is getting tied down with someone so different than you really wise? I mean, even if religion wasn't a factor, and it is a big factor...I mean, you are dating that boy, and as far as I can tell, a redneck, heavy metal singer with dreadlocks, and no education. You don't come from that Lynne, you just don't, and after a while, it will wear on you Lynne until it eats you alive," said her father.

"You don't believe any of that stuff you preach from the pulpit do you, about Jesus loving everyone? Leif is not a redneck! And, even if he was, he loves me. His race doesn't matter, and neither should his pedigree. And not that it matters, but he came from humble circumstances, but his family has gone on to do quite nicely for themselves financially. Probably better than us, so I wouldn't be quick to judge what's in their wallets either! And his family is kind, and welcomed me with open arms like their daughter. They don't care that I'm black, and I don't care that they are white! So what if Leif didn't go to college? Not everyone can be like how you want me to be. Not everyone can hide behind books," said Lynne.

"Hiding behind books? Is that what you think? I'm not hiding behind a book. I wasn't lucky enough to get any books to hide behind, like I gave you. I gave you an education so you could be better off than me, and you repay me by wasting your degrees and going off and shacking up with a man. Okay Lynne, you've forced my hand. I'll give it to you straight. I never loved your mother, okay? That's why I wanted to bring you in here alone. I never loved your mother. I just liked sleeping with your mother, to be quite honest. And you were the result of sleeping with your mother. And when she was carrying you, I said that I'd do the right thing, and so that's what I did. But I didn't love her. But unlike your Leif in there, I wasn't foolish enough to feel like the sexual feelings I was feeling for her were love. You were just the consequence of that relationship, and I tried to do my best by you, and your mother, but it was not easy. And, you probably don't remember this, but, before I was saved, I used to be an alcoholic," said her father.

"Oh, Oh daddy, I remember. I might have been little, but I remember-" said Lynne.

Her father looked hurt.

"I...I didn't want you to remember, Lynne. I'm sorry for the man I was before I was saved. But I never loved your mother. I didn't. She an I are not....well, it's like the opposite of you and Leif. She's a country girl, she comes from backwards folks in Louisiana, and she and I have about as much in common as fire and ice. You're a city girl, and I don't know anything about Leif, but he sure does look like he's from a different planet than you. Just like your mother and I...like how we were, when we were young. I was young, and stationed in Louisiana, and I had no intentions whatsoever, of ever marrying your mother! But when you came along, it was just too late. I...I wanted to do right by you. I didn't want to be like my own father, leaving behind my seeds. I only saw my own daddy once or twice. So, even though I messed up with your mom, when she fell pregnant, I married her, because I wanted to be different than my own dad. I wanted to raise you. But you're young and you still have time Lynne. Take your time, and find a real love, a true love, that's based, not so much on passion, but on common interests, and life goals. If you find a young man who has faith in his heart, and love for God, and similar background like you have, you can work on that passion part. You can build a passion as strong as whatever it is that you think you share with Leif, the passion feelings can come later. But a good match is first, and it can set you up for life," said her father.

Lynne reeled with shock. She knew there were tense moments where her mother and father did not get along, and she often noticed that in the house they busied themselves with various chores her mom with her bible studies, her dad with his own, and all their various church functions, but she had no idea that they never felt true love for each other. Lynne already knew what tenderness was. Leif had shown her, and she couldn't imagine not feeling this way for someone you'd spent twenty some years with. At the same time, this was a reflection of her own father's poor marriage, not a reflection of the love she felt for Leif. She actually felt sorry for her father that he didn't feel that all consuming, soul nourishing love, but it was definitely not something that you could develop simply based on common interests, he was ridiculous and wrong if he thought that. She and Leif had common interests, but they also had passion. Lynne thought you needed both for a happy relationship. But there was also no law that they needed to be a cookie cutter carbon copy of each other to be happy. She and Leif were different in as many ways as they were alike, but that enhanced the love.  

"I can't believe you daddy! This can't be still about Martin is it? Is it? You can't still be upset that I'm not seeing him anymore.  You can't still think that he's the perfect knight and shining armor? He is not a knight and shining armor! He is not. You don't know jack about him! Leif's a total gentleman. Martin is not," shouted Lynne.

"It's not about Martin. I think I've well figured out you don't have feelings for him anymore. I thinking about a young, clean cut, respectable church going boy! Someone who shares your faith. Someone who is not going to wake up one morning one year from now, and decide he enjoyed his seven minutes of difference, but now, he's tired of dabbling around with some young upper middle class black woman he really doesn't have anything in common with. Lynne I'm trying to save you. I'm trying to help you here. And I'm not talking about Martin, but I want you to think back with me for a minute. Think about how much you two had in common. You had your faith, you had your similar educational backgrounds, now you didn't have your music, but you two had cultural things in common, and so many things. So maybe you don't love him, but...realistically, you'd be such a better fit with someone more like him, than somebody like Leif. Okay, Martin is not the one, but if you can just, clean yourself up, get on the straight and narrow, and stop thinking about this ridiculous marriage, you can find someone you can be with for the long haul. I mean, not everything is about passion, I'm sure you know that, from when you were seeing a young, respectable man like Martin,"

Lynne was now seething inside. She couldn't believe her father had the nerve to try to tell her how she was feeling about Leif, and who she would have more in common with. Leif was her soulmate, and she knew it already, knew it almost instantly, and some things could not be explained or described. That was certainly how she felt for Leif. But the final straw was when her father called Martin a young, respectable man. There was noting respectable at all about Martin. Martin was a master manipulator. He'd bullied her into a sexual relationship, before she was comfortable, by threatening to tell her embarrassing secret about masturbation, and her vibrators to church elders, and then, raped her because he couldn't penetrate her deeply because he degraded and humiliated her when they were intimate and she was frightened of him. 

And when she thought about how frightened she'd been of sex because of the horrors that Martin exposed her to, the way he painfully groped her, no kissing, and then immediately tried to penetrate her, contrasted with the sweet, and patient way that Leif was, when they were intimate. He was so careful with her, patient with her. He taught her about warmth and gentleness during intimacy. He taught her that being close to a man physically, and emotionally could mean warmth and pleasure. And even now, he was still patient with her, and not pressuring her to do anything rougher until their marriage.

She had to set the record straight. She was not going to leave that study with her father thinking that Martin was an innocent prince charming who never hurt a hair on her head, while Leif was a lusty manipulator when it was really the total opposite.

"Daddy, I think you should know, before you counsel me on whom I should, and should not be seeing, that Martin is not the young respectable man that you think he is. He's a rapist! He forced me to do a lot of things before I was ready and comfortable to do it. I know it is awkward, and uncomfortable to tell you this, but he is not who you think he is and he-"

"Lynne, I...we shouldn't even be discussing this in this room together about Martin, and the other elders!  You're the one who's on spiritual thin ice and had to have a committee called on them. Martin has a clean standing before God, unlike yourself. That' a serious accusation you are levying against him, and this is the first that I've heard of it," said her father.

Even in the midst of her relaying her painful secret, her father was concerned about church affairs and false, legalistic, religious order. 

"I know....I know that it's the first you heard of it. I was scared, scared to tell you, and I blamed myself and I-"

"Scared to tell it? That doesn't sound right to me. Maybe you were carrying on with Martin too and things got out of control. I'd hoped that Leif was the first one you really carried on with like that, so now I see I didn't raise you with the virtues that I thought I did, at all, but lying on Martin is not-"

"You are such an Asshole! You've been an asshole my whole life! I swear to god I always thought you hated me, and now I know it for sure! You hated me, and you hated my mother. You didn't want to be burdened down with us. That's why you used to drink yourself to death before those damn bible thumpers came to your door! Well guess what, I am not a liar. I'm not lying to you about Martin, or anything else! Why would I lie about something as embarrassing as being raped by my first boyfriend. But you're a liar, because you pretend everyday that you love me, and my mother, but you never loved us, you just said it! Leif was right, I shouldn't have come in here with you alone. And I'm going home with him right now. Leif loves me. He'd never call me a liar. When I tell him the truth he believes me. And Leif loves me! No one's forcing him to be with me, keep me, or marry me. I know you can't believe that, because you've been forced to do that your whole life, forced to keep me and my mother, or so you claim, and there's no god in heaven, bible, or church that would stop Leif from ever loving me, no matter what I do or believe! You're ready to throw me out on in the cold, your own daughter, over some scriptures and church doctrine. You're just an asshole!" shouted Lynne.

"Lynne you must be losing your mind cursing at me like a common dog in my own house!" her father stood up from the table, and stood over Lynne, as though he was about to hit her. 

"You go ahead and hit me damn it! Go ahead and do it! You were good at that when I was smaller. But you better hope and pray, you better hope and pray to every god in heaven you don't leave a mark on me, because if that man out there, if my Leif sees anything red on my face or body, all the Gods in heaven you think are on your side won't be able to save you from him. I am precious to him! And I know it too!" said Lynne.

And she stood up as tall and proud as she could.

Her eyes streamed with tears.

"Go ahead daddy. Why don't you go ahead? You still have it in you. But you don't, because you know, that if I tell that young man out there that you smacked me, that young man that you think is such an ill match for me, that you hit me, I won't be able to pull him off of you. And that, right there, should more than let you know, that he is the man that I should be marrying, because he loves me, and wants to protect me with everything he has inside him. That's my confessional. Put that on your tape for your elders. I'm not a Liar! I've tried so hard to please you daddy, but I'm done, I never want to see you again. I excommunicate you from my life! I won't even wait on your elders to put me out of your church so we can't speak anymore! I excommunicate you!" said Lynne.

She turned around and slammed the door behind her.

"And I'm not a Liar!" shouted Lynne at the slammed door.

Instead of coming out after her, like Lynne thought he would, he barricaded himself inside. Hiding in his own house from Lynne, because he knew he was full of shit! 

"Of course you aren't a liar sweetness. I never should have let you go in there," said Leif.

He got up from the table immediately and pulled her into his arms.

"What happened in there sweetness," said Leif.

He pulled her right down into his lap, and Lynne allowed herself to melt into his arms.

She shook her head back and forth against his neck.

"You didn't hear it?" asked Lynne.

"No, No I didn't baby, I'm sorry it went so awful. What happened?" asked Leif pulling her into his chest.

"Nothing. Nothing!" sobbed Lynne.

"Nothing, nothing? I heard something baby, I heard you two screaming back and forth, I just couldn't hear what was going on. I started to go in there, but I wanted to give you your space, to work it out with him. Damn it, I should have went in there. I should have protected you. Should have listened to my gut. And we never should have come here," said Leif softly.

"No, what happened in there needed to happen. Where's mama?" asked Lynne softly, sniffling.

"She went in the kitchen to make me a snack. But I don't want it. Not when you are crying like this," said Leif.

"I'm not surprised she's not here. She's never around when he goes on a terror like this. Shit. I am not a Liar," said Lynne wiping her tears.

"You sure aren't a Liar. You're the most honest woman I know. Pure and wholesome as can be, sure you might have stretched the truth a little bit growing up and bent your parents ears, but those are normal things that every teenager does. I hope he's not talking about those things, because that's ridiculous. As far as women go, I've never known a woman as pure and sweet as you. Come on, Let's go home, come on now, Leif is taking you home. I'm sorry you came. I'm sorry it was received so poorly, but you don't ever have to come back unless you want to," said Leif.

He hugged her in his arms, no need hiding their affection now, even if someone should appear in the empty dining room, her folks knew they were getting married, and she wasn't even sure she and her father would ever speak again. Leif dotingly kissed the crown of her hair.

He let her out of the house, and then she really started sobbing into Leif's neck. 

The sobs wracked her body. It was so painful and raw, she couldn't even vocalize what she was feeling. To know that her father never loved her mother, didn't really want her, and thought she was lying about Martin raping her. It was all a lot to deal with. She just wanted to bathe in Leif's comfort, and she didn't feel like talking about why it hurt. She just wanted to let someone know it was hurting, like a small child, when they cried when they were hurting, but couldn't articulate the source of the pain. 

"My sweet Lynney," murmured Leif affectionately kissing her forehead.

She couldn't answer him.  But the comfort he provided her despite not knowing the source of her pain was a balm on her soul.  

"What's got my girl so upset, huh? What did he say? You need me to talk to him, I will go back in there right now, and give him a piece of my mind, now, you hear?" asked Leif sweetly. 

"No! I'm okay Leif. I want to go back to our home," she moaned through her sobs. 

"Well okay then. You don't want me to talk to him, up you go. Let's go on back to the car.  Put your arms around my neck. I've got you now. I don't mind babying you until you're ready to talk about it. I'm your man, that's my job. But, I won't be having you come back here for a good long while. I forbid it. It's not worth getting your heart all bruised and bashed in over this shit. You never have to come back if you don't want to. Shit Lynney I'm sorry I kept riding on you to woman up. I had no idea that he could be so mean. Whatever the shit he said to you in there, I'm real sorry for it. Sorry you had to go through this. It should be the happiest time of your life," he murmured.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 38



Lynne put her arms around her neck.

"Leif being with you, and our wedding that is soon to come, is the happiest time of my life. His shit doesn't matter to me. Not really. He's just so mean...it's just...now I know why, all these years I wondered why he acted like he hated me, and my mother sometimes, and now I get it. I thought it was because family burdened him down so he couldn't do more in the church. But I was so wrong," she added softly.

Lynne was still shell shocked. 

She was surprised to feel Leif put his hands under her calf and lift her in the air. He cared for her and pampered her so much. She couldn't believe that her father had the nerve to insinuate that Martin the rapist would be a better match than sweet and tender Leif, her husband to be who would carry her to the car when he felt that she was too emotionally exhausted to walk down the path. 

And her father hadn't believed her, about the rape, even though she'd told her father, the ugly truth. 

"I need to keep practicing this anyway, to carry you over the threshold. It's alright. You've been through so much. My pleasure to tuck you away, safe in the seat, and get you on home," said Leif.

He unlocked the door of the van with the remote, and swung it open, and placed her gently on the seat.

***

Leif was grieved at what had happened.  He'd prevailed on Lynne when they were constantly buzzing her phone, to answer that phone and face up to them regarding their threats to excommunicate her.

But now that she had faced them, and he saw how horribly she'd been treated, he was sorry he encouraged her to go to their home. The way her father had thrown her invitation. The cold, terse way her mother had reacted when Lynne suggested her father owed her an apology for his rudeness towards Leif. 

And who knew what he'd said to her in that room alone. Lynne hardly said a word as Leif drove silently through the residential neighborhoods that led from their home, and out back onto the freeway.

"I'm not a liar," she kept repeating softly.

Whatever happened in there was so scarring emotionally that she just repeated herself like a small girl, saying the same broken phrase over and over. He feared that the visit would cause her an emotional setback, and was sorry to see that his fears were coming through. She'd held up like a trooper, stood up to her father in many ways that made him proud of her. But it was emotionally trying, and he'd abused her mentally in some way when they were in that room alone. Leif was just trying to figure out what was gong on. Drawing her out, with patience and love. It was a skill that he learned very well since becoming her man.

"Darling, I know you're not a liar. You want to talk to your man about what is going on? How can I help sweetness," he added. He put his fingers gently in her hair.

Her hair was so soft, and she was so beautiful and delicate, he couldn't understand how anyone could hurt her, especially her father.  Seemed like she'd be the apple of his eye. Well even if she wasn't, she was the apple of Leif's eye, and had stolen his heart when he first saw her singing on that stage. He'd always care for her gently, and with love! 

Leif reached in the glove box, and handed her a tissue. He wanted to wipe her face desperately and help her get herself together but he needed to drive.

Instead he patted her hand, because it was safer and took less attention off the road.

"I....you always help Leif. Because you listen. See my father's problem is that he never listens. I mean, even when I was a child, he rarely listened. Never doing anything I really wanted to do. I know how to play pool, and can charm the cards away from a door keeper in Las Vegas. That's because those were things that he wanted to do, and things he did when he ran the streets before he was saved, not activities a child wanted to do. But yet, I became a master at that shit, because I wanted his attention, and his love. But he never listened to what I wanted to do. And all I wanted to do, just one morning was just ride the Ferry and get a hot chocolate, like one of my classmates used to do on Saturdays with her family. Just once. And he never took me on that ferry. He told me I was lying, if it was too cold, they wouldn't run that Ferry. But Jennifer told me she went on that ferry. I wasn't lying about that Ferry. I just wanted one morning away from that damn religious canvassing," said Lynne.

"I...I believe you about the ferry Lynney," said Leif.

He turned around and took the next exit on the freeway, going in the opposite direction.

"Baby, what are you doing? You're going back toward Mom and Dad's now. I don't want to go back there. I want to go home," said Lynne.

"I'm never taking you back there. I....I know that the Ferry runs year round. Sounds like he was lying to you, because he'd rather you be out saving souls. And if riding the ferry, and a nice hot chocolate is what you want, and it was something you never could have because no one ever listened, well, I'm gonna be your husband in about a month. I'm the dream catcher Lynney. These things that you've always wanted, I like to know them all, no matter how big, or small, so that they don't have to be dreams anymore. I want you to have everything you want now, and I want you to have all the things you missed before I ever even knew you, when you were just a wee little Lynney," said Leif.

His voice was husky with emotion. If she wanted to ride the ferry all night and have cocoa until her stomach was sick it was quite alright with him. Such a simple wish, and he wanted Lynne to understand, he would always listen to her. Wanting such simple things, and the pleasure she reveled in when they were granted made her even more loveable. And, Leif also had an inkling that this desire for a Ferry Ride and cocoa was about a hell of a lot more than just the realization of a wish denied when she was a small girl. It was about receiving attention, and kindness, and being allowed to play, and he was learning more and more that in their quest for Lynne to have perfect grades, and be a perfect little church girl, she didn't get to do a lot of playing, at all! He wanted to make up for all those times. Grown woman or not, he didn't give a shit! It was her time to play and have fun now. 

"Leif I love you so much. Because you always listen! And you always believed me. And always right there. Even in the beginning when I was shitty to you, and about that mouse. No one would help me, not even Daddy but you were right there. And...and when I told you...about why I was scared of sex...and how...and how I was raped, and you believed me. You believed me, and you hadn't known me for a long time then, I was just a woman you cared for and was interested in dating, but you didn't know me then, like you know me now, and you believed me without question," she added sniffling.

Of course he believed her! Lynne was sweet and sincere, and he knew she'd never lie about being raped. 

"Of course I believed you darlin'. Of course I did. Why would a woman make that up. And you were so broken up about it. Hell you were even scared when things heated up when we were kissing. I believed it then, I believe it now," he added and he kissed her hand.

"I wouldn't, I wouldn't make up lies. I know I hid things when I was a teen and a young adult and lived in my parents house, but that was only so I could have a life. I did drink and smoke some with my girlfriends, but I just wanted to be normal when I wasn't with my parents. But I'd never lie about Martin raping me! How could he say that? And the only reason I told it was because I wanted my father to know, things are not what they seem and he shouldn't be judging the love that you and I share on our outward appearances. He called you some stupid, ugly things and I wanted him to know you are not those things, and you are a very well mannered and sweet man. You saved me Leif. I was terrified of men, when I wasn't on stage, until you taught me how sweet and gentle men could be, inside and outside of the bedroom!" said Lynne.

Leif's insides quaked with anger. Sure, he might be gentle, Lynne was right, but when pushed, and where Lynne's emotional well-being was harmed, he was not at all gentle. And now that he knew that her father had called her a Liar when she'd revealed painful, and personal information, Leif had lost the will to be so mild mannered and patient. He impulsively started switching lanes and speeding back in the direction towards her parents house.

"Baby, what are you doing...I don't want to go back there!" shouted Lynne.

"Calm down sweetheart. We're going back there one last time. He owes you an apology. Nobody calls my baby girl a liar. Nobody. Daddy or not. I know you didn't lie about that rape. You'd never do that, but I've never believed a woman more than I believed you when you sat in my lap and cried like a baby, telling me you were scared of men because your boyfriend raped you! I'm angry at him, that he'd take the word of somebody in his church over his own daughter. Oh hell Lynne, you were scared when we were kissing and I'd get a hard on when we first met! You're a sweet, good girl, and you didn't deserve to have such an abusive introduction into sex, and on top of that, be insulted by your father calling you a liar. I demand he treat you with dignity and respect now. You might be his daughter, but you're gonna be my wife. And no one disrespects my wife!" said Leif.

"Baby, don't drive so crazy! I know you're upset but calm down," said Lynne as he narrowly skidded past several cars and swerved onto the exit for her parent's neighborhood amongst a bunch of horns.

"I can't calm down! Calm down! You're my little girl now, not his any longer, he's forfeited the job! He hurt your feelings! I'm sorry I drove so poorly to make this exit, but I thought I was taking you to the ferry. I still am, but dear old dad and I, we need to have a conversation first. And after we have that conversation, he's going to apologize to you baby. And after that, I'll take you back to the ferry, and you can get your cocoa," he added patting her knee.

He had to focus on the ferry, and cocoa, and giving his sweet woman her childhood wish for fun, as it kept the anger from pounding so severely in his temples and the back of his neck. He knew his blood pressure was getting high, and he was trying to focus on being calm so he wouldn't be ready to pound the door down with his fist when he knocked on the door.

When he got to the house, he pulled hurriedly into the space.

"Come on with me Lynney. He's going to apologize to you, so you need to hear it," said Leif.

"Leif, I don't think this a good idea. Daddy does not apologize to anyone. As religious as he is, I doubt he'd really apologize to God in a prayer. He acts like he does, but not really, daddy isn't ever sorry for anything. He's not going to apologize. We'll just be embarrassing ourselves," said Lynne.

"Oh he's going to apologize. Today! I never thought you'd be growing up like you did today, and standing up for yourself, and what you feel is right, and do it. There's still time for dear old fucking dad to apologize. And he owes you one. Honestly, for calling his daughter a liar when she reveals a painful secret about a rape. What a bastard. If he believes in hell, there's a place on the rotisserie for him right next to the devil," fumed Leif.

Despite the pain that he knew Lynne was feeling, she chuckled through her tears.

She squeezed his hand as he rang the doorbell.

*** 



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 39



***

No one responded so Leif rang the doorbell several more times.

"They are pretending not to be home.  Funny how that works for them on the other side of the door, but they get mad when they do that church shit and people won't answer their own doors.  Let's go home," said Lynne.

"No, they need to hear this," said Leif.

He knocked on the door hard, and rang incessantly.

The door flung open so wide, it startled Leif.

"You're back again?   Young man, quit pounding on my door like that, or I will call the police, whether you are marrying my daughter or not!" said her father.

Leif felt so many emotions at once, prickly heat with anger running up his neck, thinking about her father not believing his innocent, sweet wife to be, nervousness at coming back to a home where he knew he wasn't welcome, and he was ill at ease trying to hold back the urge to yell at her father, but still wanting to make it plain, she deserved an apology.

That familiar demon had a hold on his tongue.

"Well...I...I...I...I...I,"

"Did you just come up here to stand on my porch and stutter?" asked her father coldly.

Leif was so embarrassed, his stutter acting up when he was supposed to be defending Lynne.  But the she started gently caressing the small of his back.

"Don't listen to him.  It's okay Leify.  Take your time and get your thoughts together...I'm right here listening.  I know what you have to say is important to the two of us.  Take your time," said Lynne lovingly, rubbing and patting his shoulder.

And she looked into this eyes like he was not stuttering, and he was giving an important speech at the white house.  

And just like seeing her when he was on stage, as though she was an anchor, was an incredibly soothing feeling for him.  It brought his courage back up, and reminded him that he needed to protect this sweet creature, and her honor, and get that apology she deserved.

Leif took a deep breath and started again.  

"Well I knew you were home sir, because we just left, and I wanted to get your attention, said Leif,"

"What did you leave something behind?  Because our business is done here.  Lynne has clearly demonstrated that she wants nothing to do with her former lifestyle, or her church, or even me, cursing me out like a common dog, screaming at me at the top of her lungs, and it will come as no surprise what the consequences of that will be in the church.  Hopefully she'll come to her senses," said her father.

He wouldn't even look at Leif at all, just looked directly at Lynne.

"Lynne doesn't need to come to her senses sir.  It appears that you do.  I've tried to stay out of this, but all this putting church before family business is not right at all.  And it's not normal.  And there's not a family you could do talk to outside of this church you attend, and this faith you believe in that would think this behavior is normal.  We spent some time with my folks in California, and they cannot believe that this is going on, turning against her, not speaking to her because we lived together a few months before our wedding!  Now that I'm marrying Lynney, her well-being is my responsibility, and I am privileged to be able to love and care for her, and part of that well being is looking out for her when she's mistreated.  I'm respectfully asking you, as her fiancée, to apologize to her, for insinuating that she was lying about being raped by her ex boyfriend," said Leif.

"What?  I didn't say she lied.  I said, maybe she was carrying on with him, the way she apparently carried on with you, and things got out of hand, and you know how young men can be, you know how they are," said her father.

"That's not how it happened Daddy!  You didn't even let me finish explaining.  It was not getting too carried away, I was crying and begging him to stop.  And the only reason I told you was that I didn't appreciate you calling Martin the perfect gentleman, when in actuality he was not a gentleman to me at all, and especially not in that way.  He's the total opposite of Leif!  I just wanted you to know that, especially when you started with those awful things about Leif," said Lynne softly through her tears.

"You don't have to explain anything else to anyone sweetness.  No daughter should have to explain a rape to her father to try to get his understanding and sympathy!  I mean, what kind of father...don't you know that your attitude is why so many women are afraid to even be honest when they are tormented like that.  No way she's lying.  Your daughter is as sweet, and innocent as the day is long, and she was terrified to even hold my hand almost in the beginning!  No woman acts like that unless she's been terrorized before!  Apologize!" shouted Leif.

"There's nothing for me to apologize for!  If Lynne was in a situation where Martin took advantage of her, then that's what happens when you play too close to the fire and don't obey God's commandments.  They should never have been alone, doing things they ought not, and it wouldn't have happened.  We have church rules for a reason," said her father.

"See Leif, I told you he would act like this.  He won't apologize, even though he was wrong, and deep down, he probably knows, that I'm not the liar that he accuses me of being.   I didn't know that spending a few hours alone with Martin entitled him to rape me, but he knew that was going on, all along, the whole time we were dating, and never said a word," said Lynne.  

"Sir I don't care how you try to sugarcoat this poop, but you're going to apologize to Lynne, or I'm not leaving this step!" shouted Leif.

Her mother appeared in the doorway.

"What is going on!  Now you all are going to stop all this yelling, or I'm calling the police, it violates HOA rules, and we need to set an example in this community since I'm on the HOA committee.  Now what's got you all so upset?  And Leif, why'd you leave without those Graham crackers," asked her mother.

"Mom, Leif is just trying to get daddy to apologize to me," said Lynne.

"Well I already told you before young Lady, he's not going to apologize for thinking that Leif was only after one thing, you're not out of the woods yet just because he asked you to marry him, and-"

"Once again, not listening!  Neither of you ever, ever Listen to me!  You just tell me whatever to do, and run on with it!  Mom, Leif wants dad to apologize, because he called me a Liar!  I told him the truth, about how Martin raped me, and he called me a Liar," said Lynne.

"Oh my god!  He raped you!  That sneaky little pompus snake in the grass!  Eating meals under my table and doing things you didn't want to happen when you were alone!  Sometimes I worried because he was so much older than you.  Eight years older is so many years at your age, especially back when you were only eighteen.  And we thought he was just a nice church boy!  I thought it might not be good.  I told Chauncey he was too old to be so interested in you early on.  Oh honey that's terrible, I'm so sorry, he hurt you like that," said her mother.

Her mother barged past her father, walked out onto the steps, and grabbed Lynne into a hug.

Lynne leaned into her mother and squeezed her tight.

"Yes he did...He did.  I never told anyone...but Leif, because...I didn't, I didn't think anyone would believe me.  And I never would have told Daddy, but we had some terse words and he kept saying this awful stuff about Leif and calling Martin the perfect gentleman, so I had to tell the truth.  The truth is that Leif is a perfect gentleman.  I was scared to death of men, all men, after Martin raped me, until Leif showed me how kind and trustworthy a man who loves you can be.  And I love him mama.  Ya'll can throw me out of church, never talk to me again, but I'm always gonna love Leif like mad!  He's the kindest gentlest man I've ever met.  And he just wants an apology for me because it hurt me so bad, to be called a liar about the rape.  I think dad owes me an apology too, but I know he'll never give me one.  I didn't lie about the rape.  I might have lied about some things growing up that you didn't approve of, like drinking, and singing in clubs, but I'd never lie about being raped," said Lynne.

"Of course you wouldn't lie about that.  Lynne I've never known you to be a liar about something like that, baby.  Why won't you just apologize to the girl?  Tell her you're sorry.  It just doesn't seem like she'd make up a lie about being raped by Martin, she's not even seeing him anymore.  Why don't you just apologize," she asked, looking harshly at her father.

"Because two young people, alone, getting carried away, and the sin is so old now...a few years old...and you know how boys can be," said her father.

"Being alone and carried away?  If she was scared of men after this carrying on, then it's not a case of young people being alone and things running wild.  That's why you left home like that baby?  Just up and Left like that without any inkling you were going anywhere?" said her mother, hugging Lynne close.  

"Yeah.  Yeah, that was part of it, Not all of it, but a big part of it," said Lynne.

"So that's why you came back Leif?  You want Lynne's daddy to apologize?  You'll be waiting a long time for an apology from him.  It's not his style.  But I believe Lynne.  I know my daughter.  And I apologize.  I'm sorry that her father thinks so little of her that he'd call her a liar.  Chauncy, I only hope we can chalk this off to you being a man, and never being able to understand something like this.  She's your own daughter!  She didn't even think she could come to us with this.  You chased her into Leif's arms.  You can't be mad at her for running where she thinks she'll find protection," said her mother.

"Gladys you, you were always softhearted for her, you're the reason why we've lost her!  Always going easy on her, letting her have friends out of the church, letting her do her little performances, encouraging her aspirations to sing that secular music!  Nothing godly about anything you've taught her!" said her father.

"No, you, and you alone are the reason we lost our daughter, and it started the moment she started to get a little bit rebellious and you sold her up the river to our church.  We know what the bible says is right, and she's not living up to God's standards, but I don't think it does a lot of good to ostracize her at every turn.  It hurts me thinking of ignoring our little girl after that note is read in church.  I....I don't know Chauncy...the rape puts this rebellion of hers in a different light to me.  She needs counseling and help.  I know a sister in the church who can-" said her mother.

"I'm through with your church...and I don't need counseling and help.  I'm okay.  Leif has given me all the help that I need, I should pay him he gives me so much therapy.  I'm happy in my life with Leif.  I blame no one.  And Leif wanted me to get an apology from for the sake of my womanly honor.  But dad's not going to apologize.  Leif can we just accept Mama's apology.  It's getting cold out here, I don't want to go back in that house ever again, and I want to go on the Ferry like you promised me," said Lynne brightly.

"I can't apologize, because Martin's not here, neither are any of the other church clergy, and we don't have all the facts.  Lynne the church elders may choose to investigate Martin after they deal with your own wrongdoings, but only after they hear Martin's side of the story.  But, you've gotta know that you're being viewed in a much worse light now after all of these acts of wrongdoing with Leif," said her father.

"Daddy you are still, after all that I've mentioned, still talking about church affairs.  There's no human side to you at all is there daddy?  That church has captured your soul through and through and turned you into a drone.  I knew you wouldn't apologize, but even I'm disappointed that you can't see past church business for half a second and see your own daughter," sighed Lynne.

"Shame your father won't apologize.   I thought too highly of him, too, I suppose.  But, I'm gonna take you on the ferry.  Despite what you were told when you were a little girl, it runs year round, and you can get that nice hot chocolate you've been dreaming of since you were small," Leif said that deliberately on purpose, aloud to let her father know she'd told him about the extravagant lie he told his young daughter because he'd rather her be passing out church pamphlets.

"Lynne, please don't leave like this.  Your father loves you, he doesn't realize what he's saying and doing," said her mother.

"But Mom, he never realizes what he's saying and doing.  And he's not realizing me right on out of his life.  I already told him I excommunicated him from our lives, after he said I lied about being raped.  And I met what I said.  Mom, I know the church will excommunicate me in a few short days.  It's up to you whether you want to follow the edicts of the church or not.  If you decide you still have a daughter, you can always, always reach me at that cell number you have.  I won't change it without telling you.  And I trust that, you all won't change your number either.  I've done what I could do.  I didn't measure up in every way, and I never wanted to disappoint you, but I've done what I can do.  It'll be up to you to decide, if you still want a daughter or not, seeing as the way the church believes.  Dad, I've already given up hope on.  It's up to you Mom," said Lynne.

"Yeah, well, Lynne, I've given up hope on you too, long ago, since you moved out without a trace.  What a disappointment you are," said her father.  

"The feeling is mutual," said Lynne.  

"Oh Chauncey shut your mouth!  You just make everything worse!  Lynne, not even a bible study.  You and Leif.  If you could just study with me, or even Pastor Ben, you might be able to be redeemed and save your faith.  I know it's tough being raped, but I-"

"Mama, I didn't make this choice because I was raped, or Leif, or nothing else.  I don't want to live the lifestyle I have to live in your church.  It's just not me, and I was always hiding who I was.  You wouldn't have even recognized me if you saw me growing up.  Leif just forced me to recognize the truth.  I'm no one's angel," said Lynne softly, her eyes downcast.

"Don't listen to her for a minute.  She's an Earth angel if I ever met one.  Your church imposes so many rules, it would be difficult for anyone to live up to most of them.  But Lynne's a good girl.  She truly is the sweetest and most wholesome girl I ever met.  That's why I'm marrying her.  I'm just sorry that you all can't see what a little angel she is.  It's time for Lynney to live for a change.  Ms. Miller, you know what to do if you stay in touch.  And you're always welcome in our home.  Mr. Miller too, if he can just find it in his heart to apologize," said Leif softly.

"Yeah, we got a ferry to catch.  Thank you for believing me Mama.  Give me a hug.  It's probably the last I'll see you in a long time," said Lynne.

Leif watched as Lynne and her mother embraced.  But Leif could not help noticing, that they didn't hug as tightly as when Lynne hugged his own mother, Linda.  He was glad that, with his family at least, she'd learned what it was like to be accepted by kinfolk.  

It was a lesson she'd never learn from this cold ass family of hers.

He wanted her family to see how loved she was, and that he would always take care of her, even if they didn't want to love her properly.

He hugged her tightly in his arms and kissed her forehead.

"Let's go catch the ferry sweetness.  Gonna get you all the hot chocolate, and whatever treats you want now.  Hard part of the day is over, hard part of life is over, just you and me now, sweet princess, nothing to stand in our way," he murmured, and he indulgently tickled her chin dimple.

"Nothing can bring us down now," said Lynne.

"Heck yeah, that's my little wifey, I'm sorry not everyone wants to share in our happiness, but we're doing just fine," said Leif affectionately squeezing her shoulder.

She kissed his cheek, laced her arm happily in his, and they walked back to the van together.

Leif opened her car door for her, and they were off.

***
Leif was really her modern day night and shining armor.  There wasn't a time when she'd needed him when he was not there.  To catch a mouse, to heal her heart and teach her about sex, and to stand by her side when things were uncomfortable with her parents, and even defend her honor when her father besmirched her honor by not believing she was raped.  He comforted her when the accusation was so painful she couldn't even speak.  And after lovingly drawing out the issue, when he figured out what was hurting her, he tried to demand an apology of her father.  No one had ever defended her, and stood up for her against her parents and what was right, and proper, and true.

There had been many cases when it was a battle of the will with her parents, especially with that father of hers, and he'd use psychological, emotional, and when she was younger, physical bullying, a strategically placed slap across the mouth for being disrespectful, humiliating her, and daring her to cry, but she'd been all by herself, and unable to stand up to them, they held all of the power  over her.  There were times when she wanted someone to see what was going on, to understand the pain that they caused, and the void that was there, growing up with such an abusive belief system and such hardline parents, but no one had been able to come to her aide until Leif.

Him asking for that apology made up for the occasional slap, the constant bickering, and the horrible emotional manipulation at the hands of the church.  

Her heart was so full of love for him, she wanted to kiss him passionately, but as soon as they got back to the car, Leif had put the car in drive, and drove out of the spot he'd parked in hastily, before she'd gotten a chance to kiss him.  

"Wow Lynne.  You were right.  When I wanted to meet them at first, you called them fucking weirdos.  No offense, but they are fucking weirdos," said Leif.

Lynne chuckled.

"I'm not offended.  You're just speaking the truth.  They are weird.  They are a part of me, but they are damn weird.  I called my father an asshole.  I feel horrible for doing that.  I think it really took him by surprise too," said Lynne softly.  


"I mean, you shouldn't feel but so terrible.  He was an asshole.  But I know you come from an old fashioned family, where you really have to respect Mom and Dad.  I hear that, different than my house, but I'm sure, if you called him that, you had your reasons and they were valid," said Leif.

Lynne was to embarrassed to admit that she called him an asshole not only because he didn't believe her when she was raped, but he'd basically told Lynne he didn't want her.  She didn't even mention it to Leif.  She was the byproduct of passion.  It hurt Lynne to her core.  

Yet, it made her cleave to Leif more.  She was wanted by her man.  No one was making him marry her or love her.  And that made his tenderness and love even more fulfilling to her soul.

"I feel like I let you down.  I didn't get your father to apologize for saying you lied about the rape.  I'm sorry.  And like your mother, I apologize in his behalf for him being such an asshole," said Leif.

"You think you let me down?  Because you couldn't get him to apologize?  And here I was thinking my whole life, growing up, all I wanted was for one person to stand up to him.  Let him know that his way of thinking, and his way of interacting with the world, imposed on him by that church is just not normal.  And I never saw anyone else stand up to him until you stood up to him today.  And you helped me to stop cowering in fear, and to woman up to him, earlier today.  And it was because you were by my side," said Lynne, and she beamed at him.




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"Oh my little tortoise, I can't take all the credit for that.  You've gotten bolder, and braver since we've been a couple.  More secure in who you are as a woman, and what you think and believe, and it's delightful to see.  It gives such meaning to my days, to see you thriving in our love like that," he added sweetly.

"But it's the good love, the tender love that has allowed me to grow up.  You'd be surprised what...knowing that you'll always be there for me, that you're in my corner, that I can talk to you, and that we can play, and love and I can get back some of those pieces that were missing, those voids that just ripped through me...can do to build courage.  Knowing you won't mistreat me, and just that safety that I feel.  Today hurt like hell, but you're filling a deep void in me, and in some ways I'm okay with it happening, it helps me see even more how much we meant to each other," she added sweetly.

"Well now speaking of voids, there's a Ferry we need to catch.  I hear they have tons of cocoa and marshmallows, and I hear the prettiest girl, she gets to have as much as she wants.  And since you're the prettiest one, well, I hope you brought a strong stomach, or someone's going to be sick with a belly full of cocoa, and candies, and anything else she wants today," said Leif with a smile.

And he patted her knee, and she knew she was his most special girl, his favorite woman in the whole world!  What a feeling!  

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 40



***

Lynne had tears in her eyes when Leif parked the car, and then gently escorted her onto the ferry. It was a local ferry, so it was rather small, and it only had a top and a bottom floor.

It was lovely to Lynne to be able to get on this Ferry. She'd wanted to ride since she was a child, and never got around to it as a grown woman, when she was free and on her own. It really symbolized the beginning of getting all the things she'd wished for as a little girl. Things that were denied, and she spent many nights wishing for when she couldn't sleep, Leif gave them to her tenderly in her hands, and what was more, he enjoyed giving her experiences she'd never had. He acted like it made him just as happy, as she got, having the experience. 

And Leif called himself the dream catcher. She didn't know what she'd done to deserve this soulful man's sweet tenderness, but God must love her some kind of way to bless her with this man, despite those excommunication threats. She'd all but forgotten about the harshness of her family. This life, she spent with Leif, was the real life. 

He escorted her proudly onto the ferry, his hand laced protectively in his.

"Go ahead and choose the seat that you want, and I'll bring your cocoa baby," he added dotingly.

"Where do you want to sit?" asked Lynne.

"I asked you where you want to sit. I don't give a damn where we sit. Where I want to sit doesn't matter. You're the one who's had the shitty day, and a shitty father who lied to you about the ferry. I want to sit where my Lynney wants to sit. Go on and choose a seat, scoot," he said playfully smacking her rear.

She could sit wherever she wanted. My how he spoiled her! She grinned at him and picked a seat near the back of the Ferry, where no one else was sitting, which had a stunning view of the water.

"Very nice choice. Nice and private back here too. Hopefully no one comes over here and ruins our party," said Leif playfully.

"I know, right. Every time you pick a nice, serene spot like this, some idiot comes and spoils it," laughed Lynne.

"So that's one large hot cocoa with a ton of marshmallows. Any candy or any other treats for my Lynney. You've had a hard day, and your man has big pockets, and I just want to spoil you today. You want popcorn or anything else," he asked sweetly.

"No, I just really want the cocoa Leif. And hurry back. It's chilly. I need your body heat, I want you to put your arms around me," said Lynne brushing her shoulders.

"Yes Ma'am," said Leif, and he was off to the concession stand to get Lynne her hot cocoa.

He returned with a huge paper cup of cocoa and a brown paper bag.

He handed her the cocoa and the brown paper bag.

"What's this?" said Lynne gesturing at the bag before grabbing the bag and the cocoa.

Leif patted his lap.

"My favorite girl gets to sit on my lap. I know you love sitting on my knees," he added kissing her forehead.

Lynne did love his lap. She just didn't want to embarrass him in public. Didn't want him to be ashamed because she was so starved for the sweet affection he nourished her with. Climbing all over him in private was one thing, but in public was another.

"Are you sure...people might stare...I don't want to embarrass you," said Lynne softly.

He looked lovingly into her eyes. He looked so lovingly into her eyes with his sky blue eyes he absorbed her with his warmth. He cocked his head to the side, as though he was trying to see through her.

"No one's back here. So who's gonna stare? Even if everyone comes back here, I don't give a shit! You're my woman, and you love to cuddle and snuggle with me. I like it too. Does it embarrass you to sit in my lap in public Lynney?" he asked sweetly.

It didn't embarrass her, she loved cuddling up to him wherever they were.

She shook her head no emphatically. It didn't embarrass her at all.

"Well good then. You're gonna be my wife, and you should never, ever be embarrassed to share your man's love, and his affection. You're welcome to my lap whenever you want it, I don't care if it's in public or not. Doesn't embarrass me to cuddle my sweet princess. It doesn't embarrass me anymore than being raunchy with you, and being inside you. Hell, I like being close to you too. Now climb on my knees, I know you want to," he added, pulling her into his arms.

Lynne sat across his knees, cuddling up to his chin.

Being cared for him lovingly felt so good all over her heart, and she felt those sweet, warm, sensual urges start to build in her body, her stomach and pussy was all tingly when he dotingly kissed her forehead. She blushed a little and then remembered how much all the feelings were related. His kindness aroused her, and it was normal. He felt the same way for her, he told her so.

She hugged him around his neck and buried her head under his chin. She loved resting there, safe and secure, and the smell of his sweet after-shave.

She had her cocoa and this mysterious paper bag in her hand like a spoiled princess.

"So I know this one is the cocoa, but what's in this paper bag?" asked Lynne.

"Well, I know you like lots of marshmallows. I told the guy to put as many marshmallows in there as he could, because I loved my wife very much, and she'd had a tough day today and I wanted to make her happy. I'm sorry I lied about the wife part, but I just can't wait Lynney," he added like a happy little boy.

Lynne chuckled with delight.

"That's the best lie you ever told, so sweet. It's okay. I can't wait until you're my husband. I catch myself calling you that too sometimes. I still don't understand how the marshmallows relate to the bag," said Lynne.

"You're so particular and smart, you won't even let me get to the heart of the story. Open the bag little brainiac," said Leif playfully. 

Lynne opened the paper bag, and it was stuffed with marshmallows. Lynne chuckled with delight. 

"He kept asking me was that enough, and I said no. And after a while I said, she really likes marshmallows with the cocoa and she's wanted to ride this ferry since she was little and it was her first time today. I told him, you were beautiful, and I wanted to get you whatever you wanted, because I thought, well, I thought you never got the chance to have what you wanted when you were a little girl. I told him I'd buy the marshmallows from him, to be sure you had enough. He said he thought it was sweet that I wanted to make you happy, but he looked around to make sure no one was listening. Then he dumped a shit load of marshmallows in this bag. I offered to pay, but he said there were a hell of a lot of marshmallows back there. He says he hopes you like the cocoa," added Leif as an after thought.

Lynne was furiously wiping her tears by the time she found out what was in the bag.

"Oh baby, thank you so much! There are more marshmallows here than I ever think I could need. I love you so much!" said Lynne kissing his cheek.

She didn't need anyone to explain to her that the marshmallows were a metaphor for Leif's love, and he wanted to stuff her with love and kindness until she felt full of his love, the same way he wanted her cocoa full of marshmallows.

Lynne opened the bag of marshmallows but before she'd gotten to reach in the bag, he was popping the mini marshmallows in her mouth.

"Let me. I want to baby," he added between tiny pecks of her mouth.

The marshmallows were sweet and chewy like she loved, and nibbling them from Leif's fingers was fun.

She sipped the cocoa, and it was rich and delicious but too hot, so she only took a brief sip before the ferry started to move, and make inroads, cutting through the inlet of the bay.

She heard the slight sound of the sound of the ferry leaving the dock.

Leif must have realized the cocoa was hot, because he pulled the lid back and blew on the cocoa, and blew on the cocoa, trying to cool it off for her.

Just that simple gesture! Wanting it to be comfortable for her mouth, and not wanting her to have to do it.

"Damn, I'm so spoiled," said Lynne.

And she was smiling through her tears.

"Yes, you are. And it's high time you are. I didn't like what I saw back there with mom and dad. I don't think you ever knew what it was like to be spoiled, as cute and sweet as you are. But you're gonna learn it now. You're gonna be one rotten ass wife. I gotta get in all that spoiling and fast, because we're gonna have some rotten ass kids too, but once they come along, I have to divide my spoiling. Of course with them it will be different, because I don't want to raise total brats. So I can't spoil them as much as I spoil you, but still, my attention will be divided, so I won't be able to spoil quite as effectively. So I figure there are about half a dozen years to get you good and rotten, and then I'll just be doing a maintenance of keeping you rotten until they get out of the house, and once they move out, then you'll be Leif's rotten ass wife again, but by this time, you'll also be old. So you'll probably be mean too," he teased.

Lynne chuckled until she snorted. Not only was he sweet but he made her laugh too.

"Leif only, only if I get to spoil you too. That's the only way these dreams work," she said playfully.

"Well fine, I get dibs on the spoiling. I called it first. Plus you're cuddly, and soft, and tiny, and you had a not so great childhood. So, you can spoil me, but only if I get first dibs," he added playfully.

Only the two of them would be arguing about who could spoil each other more.

"Well I'm gonna fill your belly with my cooking. Make you nice and fat, and fuss and care over your every need around the house," said Lynne.

Leif was still busy blowing on her cocoa.

"Maybe, but I'm the one blowing on this cocoa to get it ready for your tender lips. Your mouth is so tender and soft. That's why it feels so good on my cock, and that's why you can't even stand to sip this steamy cocoa. It's not that hot, but it is very hot to tender lips like yours," he whispered softly.

Lynne chuckled. 

Leif grabbed huge handfuls of marshmallows, sipped the cocoa down for her, placed the marshmallows in and replaced the lid, holding up the cocoa for her to drink.

A family and their two children appeared around the rear of the ferry where Leif and Lynne were sitting, and the parents simply glared at the two of them.

There was hatred in their eyes, and Lynne couldn't tell if it was because she and Leif were an interracial couple, or if it was because they though that it was inappropriate for her to be in Leif's lap.

She made a motion to get up.

"You don't need to get up Lynney. You didn't do anything wrong. I can pamper you, it's quite alright, and if anyone is offended, they can take their leave now. You wanna sip," he crooned indulgently.

She sipped the cocoa he proffered to her lips like his spoiled little princess.

"Still warm, but not too hot for your lips right," asked Leif indulgently.

"No, perfect," cried Lynne happily, as he tenderly rubbed her stomach.

She took the cocoa from Leif's hands and sipped it greedily, loving the texture of the chewy marshmallows with the sweet cocoa.

She guessed that the glaring couple and their brood was disgusted, because they gathered up their children, and left she and Leif alone at the rear of the ferry.

Lynne was glad, because now, she could kiss Leif, and she'd wanted to, since he'd defended her honor.

She leaned in first, stealing greedy pecks, between Leif feeding her the marshmallows.

"Mmm, tasty little cocoa kisses," he groaned playfully.

The flavor of his mouth was sweeter, and more delightful than any cocoa, and the taste of his tongue more delightful to her pallet than any marshmallows and she propped the bag of marshmallows in her lap, carefully holding onto her cocoa with one hand, and pulled his lips toward hers by his dreadlocked ponytail for more sweet kisses.

He nibbled at her lower and upper lip playfully with his mouth, and all Lynne could do was groan in delight.

He licked the tiny little nub under her upper lip, then over the pad of her lip with a gentle tongue, and Lynne felt her panties growing slick, and she was glad she was wearing nylons under her denim skirt. She guessed she looked like a strange little school teacher right now, all dressed up to meet her parents, but Leif made her feel beautiful with the way he kissed her and gently traced her knee over her skirt.

He kept propping marshmallows in her mouth between kisses, which Lynne would quickly nibble, and then resume kissing Leif, while he devoured her lips and cleaned her pallet of the taste of cocoa and sweet, chalky marshmallows and replaced it with the intoxicating taste of his mouth, and fragrant after shave.

Their kissing increased in passion as the ferry picked up pace, cutting through the water.

The only thing that stopped Lynne from even more aggression was how awkward the skirt pooled around her knees and calves. She wished she was wearing her jeans, she would have straddled him and kissed him wildly, and maybe got up to something even more naughty than kissing while keeping a careful lookout.

Instead, she adjusted herself on his knee, happily indulging in her cocoa, marshmallows, and Leif's kisses.

"So what do you want to do after the ferry Lynney?" said Leif.

"I don't know. What do you wanna do? Go home and make love? Grab a movie? See if Janelle or Matthew want to go out for drinks and tell them about our day with my crazy ass parents?" chuckled Lynne.

"This was a lousy day for you, but it's also the first day you probably understand just how much you belong to me, and what a family you and I will be as man and wife, and I think we should celebrate that however you see fit. But I will tell you a little ways after this ferry docks, there's some fun little Fair type thing you can do, some ferris wheels, some games, and things like that. I think it's a perfect activity for my special woman, especially if she's never seen where this ferry stops before," he added lovingly.

Lynne couldn't even hide the joy in her eyes. There were rides on the other side of the Ferry. All these years she never had ridden the ferry, she had no idea that there were rides on the other side of the ferry. Now her man would treat her to amusement park rides, because he thought it would be fun for her, since he figured she'd missed It when she was small, and doing all that damn stuff in her religion.

He was so right, she was going to be his rotten ass wife, and Lynne couldn't wait. Only if she could make him her rotten ass husband, and spoil him in all the ways she could, including being his sweet loving freak, and giving him sexual pleasure in ways he only dreamed of before. 

***

When they got off the ferry, she saw the Ferris wheel over in the distance. She'd finished her cocoa, and Leif chucked it in a trash can without her even having to ask, then took the marshmallows from her hands, holding the bag.

"We can save them for later, I know you love them darlin'," he added sweetly.

He didn't even want her to be stuck carrying the bag.

Lynne looked at the Ferris wheel over in the distance. It was considerably warmer on the other side of the bay, and she was glad it was not as chilly as the Ferris Wheel ride over.

It seemed to be a fairly nice day to be visiting an amusement park, but it was so early in the spring time that it was practically vacant, with families wanting much more to spend their June, July, and August at the park.

"That Ferris wheel is what has my woman so fascinated. I see that look on your face. Let's get some tickets," said Leif.

He got enough tickets for them to get on several rides. The Ferris wheel was just starting to accept passengers again, and it was just starting to get closer to the later afternoon, the golden colors melting into the sky.

"It's a beautiful end to a really shitty day. So this was what the Ferry was all about that they were so enthusiastic for when I was a kid. I was so busy focused on the ferry, I missed the part about the rides," said Lynne with a grin.

"Oh, that's okay sweetness. This is just a cheap ass little Fair. I've been here with Matt and some of the guys in the band a while ago. Gonna take you to a real theme park later, with Tons of rides after the wedding. Every ride you can imagine. They've got some great ones back in Cali, and so we can do that when we go next Christmas," said Leif.

Lynne looked over at Leif, and just sighed with happiness. This was her life now. Yes, there would be next Christmas and the next, and Christmases with Leif and his beautiful family, and their children even when she was an old woman. Her eyes were filled up with water.

Despite her efforts the tears started to fall.

"Baby I love rollercoasters, I can't wait! I love rides. I've only been a few times. My friends are such chickens, they don't want to get on any rides," said Lynne with a grin, wiping away her tears.

"When we get home, we'll get on the website for this theme park back home. We'll print the map, and I want you to circle every coaster and all the other shit you want to do. Maybe they'll be time for us to get a visit in before the wedding. I don't know, you and mom and Janelle have that itinerary packed as hell," said Leif.

He rolled his eyes, but Lynne knew it was mock disgust.

He was happy that they were having a nice wedding, a joyous celebration of their love, and Lynne wasn't being deprived of the treat of a lovely catered wedding, just because her family did not want to participate, he mentioned it often. Said that good girls like her deserved a pretty wedding.

"I don't know if there will be time or not, every day is accounted for, thanks to Janelle, and Mom," laughed Lynne.

"Well then, you'll just have to wait until Christmas then. I'll take you then and you can get on all the rides that you see that you like. But, in the meantime, let's enjoy today. We're ahead of ourselves little tortoise," he added lovingly tickling her chin dimple.

Before she met Leif, no one could have ever told her that her man would call her a nickname like tortoise and it would fill her heart with such a tender glow. An acknowledgement of how much his love had brought her out of her painful shell.

She loved being his tortoise, and as their Ferris wheel cart started moving up the circle, Lynne grabbed Leif, and started kissing him passionately, loving the taste of his thin sultry lips in hers, the minty taste of his kiss, and the prickly heat of his five o'clock shadow against her face. 

Leif took both her hands in his own, holding them gently, and they kissed, and kissed, and kissed the whole duration of the ferris wheel ride, Lynne on one side of the car, and Leif on the other, as they rode high, high, high above the skyline of New York city, but even those great heights were no match for their love.

When they were finally brought down to earth, and about to exit the street car, Lynne had lubricated so much from the way he gently moved his tongue in her own mouth, and hinted at what he would do to her pussy, that she was nearly embarrassed to get up from the seat.

She saw Leif adjusting himself discretely and she could see that the kissing like that, separated by the design of the car by necessity had aroused him as well. He grabbed her protectively by the waist, and escorted her out of the Ferris wheel car.

They held hands, and Lynne took her bag of marshmallows, happily munching along.

It was then that she looked around at the few other Theme park visitors scattered around, and she remembered that she looked like a silly church girl, all dressed up to meet her parents, in her long sleeved sweater, calf length skirt, and modest boots. She didn't dress like this anymore, and hadn't for a few years. And maybe that family had been staring so hard at she and Leif, because dressed up like this, they really looked like polar opposites, even though he was dressed up in his own shirt and khakis.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 40



And Lynne suddenly felt out of place. She remembered, being happy that they wore uniforms at her elite private school. She also clearly remembered wearing one set of clothes out of the house to hang out with friends after school, the parentally approved clothes, and as soon as she could going to a bathroom to change out of her clothes, into clothes that looked like ones that a normal adolescent girl would wear. 

Lynne wanted to find her own skin again, and she suddenly felt awkward in these clothes, that did not represent the woman whom she felt she was now.

"I....Leif, can we go home now," said Lynne.

"We just got here Lynney. And I've got tickets enough for at least five more rides. Why don't we at least ride out the tickets so we don't waste our money. You want, you want to ride on the Ferris wheel four more times, you loved the Ferris wheel. And we can kiss more. You liked that too, right?" he asked indulgently.

He was so patient with her, and pampered her in ways she wasn't used to before, and she felt like it would be okay to tell him what she was feeling.

"Leif I feel....I don't know, I hated these churchy ass clothes I used to have to wear all the time for my folks. And I wanted to impress them today, and it didn't do any good, and I just want to feel normal in my jeans and t-shirt. I don't want to look like a church girl. I think that was why that couple was staring at me, I look all dressed up and odd, and especially at a Theme park," said Lynne.

"Ah, that's what this is about? Well, what if I got you a nice fair t-shirt, and a cute little pair of jeans or something in the shop up ahead, and take you some place so you can change Lynney? You need a souvenir for a trip like this anyway, this is the first day of your real life," he added lovingly. 

And with that, he was off, in the store, helping her find a cute t-shirt, a pair of pants, he even bought her a cute pair of canvas sneakers, and a t-shirt for himself to change into.

She hadn't wanted him to spend so much money on her. In fact, she was telling him so they could go home, because she was embarrassed looking out of place. But Leif insisted that it was nonsense. He wanted his woman to have a lot of fun today, and if having a new pair of Jeans and T-shirt and getting to change out of those stifling ass clothes would make the day more fun for her, it was a small price to pay.

He actually delighted a little bit to be helping Lynne choose her clothes. They found her a cute, black baby doll tshirt with the words Brooklyn on the front in white and gray letters, a cute pair of acid washed black jeans, and grey deck shoes.

"Now to just find you some place to change," said Leif.

They walked around the Fair until they found a woman's bathroom stall. But the stall was at the end of a long hallway, and you had to turn down yet another corner.

"I'm not sending you back there alone! I might never see you again," said Leif protectively.

He held her hand and walked around the corner with her. 

"Eww, looks gross," said Lynne.

Leif chuckled.

Lynne opened the door and realized that there was only one bathroom stall.

"It's only one stall. I'm glad, because I don't want to go in there by myself. It looks sketchy," whispered Lynne.

"Oh hell no, you aren't going in there by yourself, you wouldn't anyway, I'd just tell the other chicks to wait, I was going to watch after you and make sure you were safe," said Leif with a masculine bluster.

But once they saw it was one stall, Lynne turned on the light, looked around to make sure no one as standing nearby and ushered Leif inside.

Lynne started to slowly peel out of her clothes. She took off her shirt first, then her skirt. She happily flung off her bra, and stuffed it into the shopping bag. She hated bras avoiding them whenever she could, when she wore casual clothes. Lynne pulled the tight t-shirt over her body, pulled her hair out of her ponytail and shook it loose, combed through it with her fingers.

Leif handed her the new canvas sneakers, and she took of her opaque tights and boots one at a time, and replaced them with the canvas tennis shoes so her feet didn't touch the dirty floor.

That amused Leif, and he chuckled.

"What the floor is icky and gross!" she said.

"I'm not saying it's not icky and gross. You're just so damn cute Lynne, and I love you so very much," he added, tickling her chin dimple with a loving finger.

Her chin dimple always stuck out when she screwed her face up and frowned.

"You're damn cute yourself...and I love you too! Thank you, thanks for...getting me something to change in so I didn't feel so awkward. I used to change out of my clothes into stuff that was less embarrassing when I'd go out with my friends. Some church girl I was, huh, already then, I was on the wrong path," snorted Lynne with laughter. 

"Lynney, I think you were just fine, my precious sweetheart, I do. If I could baby, I'd rewind time and follow behind you with a good change of clothes every time you felt weird and awkward growing up. I'd be like your fucking talisman with hipster clothes from the vintage store in a paper bag. You missed so much shit, that is so apparent to me, but I love making it up with you. It's damn fun for me! Oh god, I used to think that, women were boring once you talked to them after being with them physically, but with you, the emotional shit we share. The wonder in your eyes. Shit, you make everything new for me Lynney! You're the girl I was needing my whole life to teach me about tenderness, and kindness, and treating a woman like his special princess. Do you know what it does for the male part of my ego, when you look at me, like you look at me like now, like I'm some kind of damn hero? You have absolutely no fucking idea what a man it makes me feel like and how good it makes me feel, to have such an impact on you in my body and soul," he added tenderly kissing her forehead. 

She didn't know, she didn't have any idea, but she was figuring it must feel a lot like it felt to be doted on, to have a man who loved her so much he'd drop everything and buy her a new outfit so she didn't feel like a dweeb. Who'd carry her when she was a mess and crying, lovingly down her parents drive way until he could figure out what was wrong and how to best soothe her. It must feel a lot like how it felt to have a handsome, gentle, kind husband to be who stood up for her when she needed it, then took her on a fun Ferry ride filling her stomach with cocoa, and spoiled her rotten, then surprised her with a trip to a Fair, then kissed her on the Ferris wheel so she would get to learn what it felt like to make out on a Theme park ride, just the way millions of other young women already knew, growing up. 

Yeah. That must be exactly how it felt. And she was standing there, wearing only her new Brooklyn t-shirt, those grey canvas sneakers, and her black panties. She hadn't put on the new gray jeans he bought her yet. She looked around in the seedy dark bathroom they were standing in, and she swallowed. It was dirty in the bathroom, but somehow it enhanced the feeling that was staring to tremor deep in the pit of her belly, where the arousal for Leif always started, the butterflies, and then traveling straight through the core of her womanhood.

He was a real man, and she should make him feel like one right now!

"God Leif, you are such a good man, and I can't wait until you're my husband, I'll be your special girl, and you can have me whenever you want, as often as you like, and do what you want to me with your body, and treat me like your little toy, there only to please you. That's the way a real woman loves her real man, and that's what I want to give to you," she panted close to his lips.

He traced her lips sweetly with his thumb.

"That's cute Lynney, it's adorable. Yeah, you'll be my love toy baby, give me that sweet body in all kinds of rough and nasty ways huh? Make me feel so good, and in return, I'll make you feel that way too, and plus keep you so safe and loved just like always, like right now," he added with a grin.

She wanted to make him so happy he'd chosen her! He'd made her so happy today, she'd chosen him, he stuck by her emotionally, and she wanted to show her gratitude. At home, when he was sweet to her, she'd show her gratitude by filling his belly with treats she cooked, and letting him fill up her belly with his fat cock. 

And he acted like he understood that she loved serving him because she was grateful for him. But, she had the urge to serve him right now, and didn't care that they were in the middle of the Fair, in a crusty ass bathroom! 

But still, that floor was dirty as hell!

She pulled Leif towards her by the belt loops of his khaki pants, kissing him feverishly.

She still felt a hint of nervousness whenever she'd initiate greedy passion, and she had to keep reminding herself, what she'd known before Leif, and sexual aggression being unladylike was not normal. 

Normal men were not threatened by passion and lust displayed by a woman who loved them!

Normal men adored and encouraged this behavior on the behalf of their curious wives and girlfriends.

Leif grunted with delight and cupped her buttocks, allowing her to lead the kiss while he groaned and played with her ears, and hair, and teasingly swiped her own greedy tongue with his own. It was a thrill to feel how much he wanted her, soon after they were kissing, she felt his beautiful cock harden against her own belly! She wanted to play with that dick right now! 

She played with his own chest through that silk shirt, and even under his undershirt, she could feel his nipples getting hard, and that fast, his thick, proud erection poking up to her stomach, and he started to thrust, gently against her while they were kissing, letting her feel the heft of his cock. 

She tangled her fingers in his dreadlocks, pushing him up to the wall.

Leif started panting with pleasure.

"If we were married, by now, Lynney, I'm just warning you...if you kissed me like that in a seedy bathroom, you'd already be on your knees, getting pounded roughly, by your hubby's loving cock in that tight, tight pussy of yours. I half think that's what you want anyway, right now, but we waited this long, we might as well wait. I love when you want me, the way I want you. Like an animal. It's so beautiful baby. You're learning to want me to fuck your pretty pussy, I can tell you're changing Lynne, getting less scared of your husband to be, and my cock. Oh will you be in for a treat in a month, now, won't you lovely?" he added huskily in her ear.

He tangled his fingers tightly in her hair with one hand and caressed her cheek as though she was precious silk with the other hand.

"I can grab your hair as gently, or as roughly as you need, when you're my wife. I can....I can give you my cock as gently, or as roughly as you need. I can pin you down as gently, or as roughly as you need. Even my sweet, good little wifey will like it rough sometimes, I can tell you're a little firecracker. I already know how hot you are for me baby, and your man loves it," he added, tracing her lips gently with his fingers.

His blue eyes were narrow, and he looked at her with so much lust in his eyes, Lynne felt intimidated and looked away from his smoldering eyes. He swallowed, pulled her chin back into his gaze.

He was already fucking her with his eyes, the way he started into her own eyes. 

"Don't be scared of me. I won't hurt you when you're my wife...now that you want it a little harder, my rough cock will make that pussy feel real good darlin' I promise you. It won't hurt baby, at least not in a bad way, because now you're starting to want that hard sexing, and you'll enjoy it so much," he added huskily, gently stroking her chin dimple.

Then he kissed and sucked her chin dimple tenderly. 

Lynne was tingly and achy now. Oh how she swooned for him, with his erotic word play! She felt a little dizzy, and she wished she hadn't insisted so much on them waiting to engage in something a little rougher. In the pit of her stomach, as sweet as he'd been with her today, she felt like she wanted her fucking now, and her mind burned with the images that she'd already written in her journal about Leif loving her roughly, and savagely. 

She only felt a little glad that they were waiting, because, she did like when he made her call him husband while he ravaged her, in the sexy stories she created in her journal! So, maybe she did need to be a good girl a little while longer. He knew just what he was doing. Just like when she was scared of sex, he teased her until he broke her of that fear and she was wanton, horny, and desperate to try intercourse. Now, that loving man would get her to crave, and not fear fucking, in that same skillful way. This was why she worshiped Leif! 

But as she stood there, in her t-shirt, her black panties and those canvass deck shoes, she was glad she was wearing black panties, because her crotch was soaking wet now, at the way he teased, and tantalized her. How he was equal parts erotic, tender, loving, and vulgar all at the same time. How could she be such a lucky woman?

She felt so aroused for him, she was embarrassed and she tried to pull the t-shirt down over her panties, to cover up her wetness. 

"Jesus, you are so fucking adorable! It makes you wet huh? You think you can cover up your cute panties and hide the wetness from your man? I don't have to see the wetness, to know you're horny, baby I can just smell those sweet juices flowing. I know your body baby, I've been learning the way your juices smell so well over the past five months. I know how your scent changes when you get excited in your pussy. It gets so sweet, and lovely, and musky. Imagining being my little sex toy while I'm greedy with you, and have you rougher than ever before makes that kitty wet. I don't like for you to be embarrassed by your physical urges. You love your man, and I love you, and that's quite natural. It is normal for a woman who loves a man, the way that you love me, to crave to be led by him, be submissive to him, and be fucked by him. What you are feeling are the normal ways that a wife loves a husband she adores. And it makes me dizzy with pleasure just thinking about it...finally being allowed to fuck the woman I love, when I've been waiting so long, after I do the right thing, and marry her. So what are we going to do about those wet panties huh? Because you're a good girl, and you know, and I know that fucking is something that I want to save for when you're legally mine. Then I can finish womaning you up, but in the meantime, I won't be cruel, so how do you want your man to take care of those soaking wet panties?" he added erotically. 

Lynne stammered. He could see right through her, and she felt equal parts intimidated, embarrassed, and adored.

"I...I...I...." She wasn't the stutterer in this relationship, it was Leif, but he'd caught her so much off guard with his sexy reading of her desires. 

"Shhh, now just calm down now. What do you want your man to do about those sweet, soaking wet panties Lynney? We can take care of them however you want, except for fucking. I know you want to save that for the honeymoon, but you need to make a decision, because they are so wet, that I'd be a cruel man if I just told you to wipe it down with some toilet paper and let's get on a ride. I know you want to be paid attention to, you cute, freaky little thing," he added, playfully sucking her lower lip.

Lynne did feel helpless with her arousal, but with his cock sticking out so proudly in his kahki pants, he looked like he needed help, and relieving too, and her playful, competitive spirit caused her to arch her eyebrows at him, and murmur sensually-

"You need some attention paid to that sexy dick,"

And Lynne turned away from him and started getting reams, and reams of paper towels off of the roll.

"What they hell are you doing Lynney?" cried Leif with an amused masculine chuckle.

Then he really started laughing when she spread the bunches of paper towels on the floor in front of his feet, then crouched down before him on her knees, on the toilet paper.

"Learning how to be your sex toy. Learning how to serve you and make you feel passion and pleasure so you can understand the rapture you make my heart feel. When you're kind and caring to me, like you are today," she murmured sweetly.

She unbuckled his brown pant's buckle and slipped her finger over his pants button, unbuttoning it, and sliding his kahki pants down to the floor, as she kissed over his thighs and knees.

"Lynney!" he murmured hoarsely.

She nuzzled up to his cock, through his tight blue boxer briefs.

Then she reached in the hole.

"Damn I love this sexy dick of yours. I love to handle it. Touch it. Kiss it," she panted sexily over the head.

Now, her man, who not long ago had her trembling in her panties and covering up her own wetness was now backed helplessly up against the handicapped stall railing, his nostrils flared with pleasure.

Leif groaned at feeling her breath on his head, and he tangled his fingers in her hair a little roughly, staring down into her eyes with his own blue ones, his eyes so narrow with lust she could barely see the whites of his eyes.

"Don't tease my dick Lynney, I'm trying to be patient and loving!" he added and he clenched his teeth with pleasure.

Lynne cupped his buttocks, and he'd tightened his ass, the way he always did when he had the sweet urge to loose control already, so early in their oral encounter. 

"It's not teasing it, it's worshiping it baby," she moaned huskily against the head, taking the smooth, sexy skin into her mouth.

She loved the taste of his cock, and the sweet, manly smell of his soap, and the smell of the scent skin along his shaft.

She tightened her lips around his cock and groaned, lovingly tracing erotic circles around the shaft with her tongue and feeling that pleasure in her pussy, worshiping his cock, and remembering how that thick organ felt stretching her out.

Side, to side, and up and down, she teased his cock, remembering to squeeze his balls.

"Love my sweet girl so much!" he moaned, overcome with pleasure, and he opened his eyes and looked down into her own.

He always made her feel loved when she worshiped him this way.

Now she got a fever to pleasure him! She wanted to guzzle his hot cum down her throat right away. She had tears in her eyes and they started falling while she sucked him off, nastily in the bathroom stall. The man even cherished her in the middle of this raunchy act in the filthy disgusting bathroom.

He pulled her hair and started thrusting into her lips.

"Mmm, my Lynney!" he grunted huskily.

His cock started to throb in her mouth. She loved when he twitched and his orgasm was imminent. She was waiting for his load to hit her mouth and throat, as greedy for that hot juice as she'd been for the cocoa and marshmallows earlier.

Leif kept groaning, and rocking his pelvis, and just when she knew he was near the peak, she could almost feel the veins pulsing through his beautiful cockhead until it was nearly purple with pleasure, like she loved, when she stared at it's reflection in front of her, he groaned, and pushed her away from him by her chin dimple.

"Baby, what the hell, you were almost there! Don't you want to come with me, I love to make you come, I love to taste it," cried Lynne.

"I know you do baby, but there's only one way to help fix those wet panties of yours, and plus, that'd make twice I'd gone in your lips today. A man needs to go in his woman's sweet, juicy pussy sometimes too," said Leif.

"I'm not laying on that floor!" cried Lynne.

"No, you don't have to lay on that floor, because I say you don't have to lay on the floor, because it's unhygienic, and gross, and creeps you out. But if your husband wanted your tight pussy, and it needed to be fucked, you'd spread some paper towels on that floor, and present that kitty to be fucked by me, because that's what wives do when they love their husbands. But we both know I love you, and dote on you more, so I'm not gonna make you do that. Guess you better find a nice place in this bathroom that's not the nasty ass floor, and make it hygienic. I need to come, and I'm going to do it in that soaking wet pussy of yours. You need it too," he groaned, swiping her under her wet crotch with his fingers and sucking the juices.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 40



"Baby I..." Lynne looked around at the toilet, the next option.

It seemed fucking gross as well, as did the diaper-changing table.

Of course, paper towels could cover a lot of the sins of germy filth.

"You better think of something fast. You're a little braniac genius. Been to Yale. Think of something quick Lynney, the longer it waits, the stronger the urge to come, the less gentle I'll be, and maybe that's what you want, but I thought you said no fucking until our honeymoon," he groaned.

He was standing there with his pants around his ankles, as she stood up, looking around the bathroom.

He kissed her forehead lovingly and murmured, his cock pointing out proudly between them.

"Find a spot sweetness, or I'll throw some paper towels somewhere and pick a spot," he added sweetly, but with that authoritative, dominant edge in his voice that drove her wild. 

"Yes, yes my Leify, I'm finding a space right now, baby," said Lynne so obediently and she grabbed a mess of paper towels and started lining the sink.

Leif chuckled at her ingenuity.

Her obedience warmed his heart with love, she could see it, and she glowed inside.

"Hot damn you're smart Lynney! That's why you're the brains in this relationship. Probably the cleanest spot in the whole bathroom. Come on. I need to come. Take off your panties right now," he instructed with a sultry edge to his voice.

She slowly took her panties down over her ankles, slipped them past her canvass tennis shoes, and placed them on the sink.

"Spread your legs princess, you're already really wet," he added throatily.

She blushed at him and spread he legs wide placing her heels, clad in her grey canvass deck shoes on each side of the large, old, ceramic sink.

"Mmm...such a good girl. Just a little taste, to get me super hard again, look at how wet you are, for your man's cock," he crooned indulgently.

Lynne had not been prepared for him kissing, sucking, and licking gently over her wet folds and the aching nub of her clitoris.

"Ugh!" she cried out loudly. 

"Shhhhhh!!" he moaned and then with his mouth full of her pussy started sucking and licking her clit and vulva over and over again.

The waves of pleasure were strong and Lynne lifted her legs off of the sink, mashing his head into her pussy and rocking her hips in circles, way to engrossed in the pleasure to realize she'd disturbed the paper towels that were protecting her ass from germs, her ass sliding against the cold ceramic sink. 

Leif pushed his tongue inside, eating her now roughly, preparing her orally, for the soon to be delivered fucking during the honeymoon, and Lynne couldn't stand it anymore, she needed his dick and what they could share for now, and she grabbed him by the ponytail.

She knew she was loved now, and she felt safe to act a little spoiled. She whined, and got a little bratty-

"I want your dick in me now!" she cried, like a spoiled woman.

"Mmm, you spoiled? My sweet girl is spoiled? You want your man's cock? Bet you wish I was your husband so I could use it in you rough huh? And this is the perfect place for it too, in the nasty ass bathroom," cried Leif. 

He got off his knees, his pants still around his ankles.

He lifted Lynne's legs high in the air by her ankles, and slowly slid his thick aching cock between her thighs.

"I love you!" she groaned loudly.

"Shhh, keep quiet! Don't want nobody else to hear you in here! I know you love me, my special girl. I love you, and this tight pussy too!" he murmured sweetly in her ear.

Then the joy was too much to speak, he didn't just thrust his dick in and out of her aching expanse, but he twirled it in these slow, sensual circles, the same nasty rhythm he used with his rough tongue, but it was torturously slow. He was punishing her, making her want to go marry at the justice of the peace, and beg to be fucked. 

Lynne's pussy throbbed with pleasure. She rolled her eyes up in her head when she felt him kissing her ear, groaning about how tight and good she was, winding his dick slowly, sweetly, gently nudging her g-spot. Lynne's nipples burned, and she imagined him thrusting in her hard, and wantonly, in the same circles, just with no regard for being careful and she closed her eyes in ecstasy, and started jiggling her hips excitedly over the slow motions of his cock, twirling her hips faster and faster, to the rhythm she wanted with his cock, but of course, she couldn't control whether he gave it to her had and rough or not, just mainly the speed. 

"Mmm, now you just calm down little missy, you're gonna make your man bust too soon," he added with a firm swat to her thigh.

"I'm so sorry baby, I'll be a good girl," grunted Lynne, tears of pleasure pooling out of the corner of her eyes.

"Yeah, I know you will, let me play with your pussy," he cried lovingly. 

Leif knew she needed to be stimulated more, so she could come, and she felt his hand in her nest of curls, firmly rubbing over her pussy lips and clit, and Lynne felt the tremors of ecstasy lurch through her body, as her pussy started to clutch around his cock. Lynne moaned loudly feeling her impending orgams. 

"Yeah sugar, yeah, squeeze the come out of your man, with that tight ass pussy!" he panted.

He slid his cock into her hard now, the motions sending Lynne's butt flying off the edge of the seat and he bounced on his feet as leverage, delivering the few, greedy thrusts that he'd started allowing himself at the end of intercourse once they'd returned from California.

She had been afraid of those greedy thrusts before their little jaunt in the bathroom today, but now she slung her hips down to meet him hard.

"Ugh! Leify Please! I want to be your special girl!" she yelled loudly.

She knew he told her to be quiet but she couldn't help it, and tears of pleasure streamed down her eyes. 

And she lifted her shirt baring both her bouncing, perky little tits to him.

"Shhhh, you're already my special girl! I'll give you more after we say I do!" he promised indulgently. 

Then he filled his mouth with her left tit.

His mouth was so warm on her breast, and she got a strange craving she never felt before, she wanted him to bite her tit, not hard enough so that it hurt really bad, but hard enough so that she felt it, and what it was like to be wanted so much her man was nibbling her body!

But Leif could sense it, and although he didn't bite it, he sucked her nipple hard as though he wanted to suck the skin off. That rough nipple sucking felt so good to Lynne! Ecstasy! She'd never felt anything like it before. She loved how Leif started gently commanding her body! 

"God, god, please! Please, I love you Leify! Please! I'll do anything, please!" she panted, curling her toes in those canvas shoes, and her pussy started to clutch around him harder than ever before at the new excitement that his strong nipple sucking caused.

Leif held her hips down, to keep her from bouncing around on the sink to wildly. 

She felt both ashamed and helpless, realizing she was subconsciously begging her powerful man to deliver a treat that only he was capable of giving her, when he wanted to give it to her, a steamy good fucking. It was humbling and inspired her to deeper love at the same time. 

"My sweet Little Lynney!" he cried hoarsely, grinding his cock into her sensually a few more times before pounding it deep and rough in her belly a few times.

He let out a low masculine groan, then Lynne felt his warm seed splattering in her everywhere. She loved the feel of his steamy come, deep inside her pussy! He groaned again, and again, relieving himself and filling her clutching pussy with his hot seed. 

"You make your man come so good darlin'. Phew! Your pussy feels amazing. I can't hardly wait to really be rough with you," he murmured huskily. 

"Your dick feels amazing! Oh Leify, if that's what it's like, what the rougher stuff is like, I can't hardly wait!' cried Lynne, sitting up from the sink, and looking into his eyes. 

She squeezed her pussy muscles around him even after her climax, deliberately, wanting to feel his sticky hot come frothing in her pussy, and increase the pleasure of the climax.

"Oh shit! That was so damn fun. And that was just a taste! Still haven't fucked you yet, because you wanted to wait. I could have, and it would have been fun, but we're almost at that finish line tortoise, we might as well wait," he crowed playfully, and he gently eased his softening cock out of her pussy while it made that tiny pop that made her heart tremor with sadness that their intimate coupling was over. 

She felt so loved and like his special girl when his cock was buried inside of her! 

If she felt special now, imagine what she'd feel like when she was Ms. Leif Peterson, and he carried her into the bedroom to fuck her!

"Come on, clean up. You're sitting right over the edge of the sink so it should be easy for you," he murmured, kissing her forehead, as she laced her arms around his neck.

"Push it out for your man," he murmured into her ear.

Lynne bore down her muscles like he loved, pushing out the pearly stream that was evidence of their union in a creamy, pearly colored lump right in the middle of the sink.

"Mmm....what a mess I make in you when you excite me Lynney. Makes me a little hard again seeing it all like that," he chuckled.

"What a mess you make me as well. Some of that mess is mine too," she said sweetly.

She was about to get up from the sink, but Leif turned the faucet on behind her butt, and wet up some paper towels.

He very gently wiped down and cleaned the inside of her pussy, and then her outer lips with the paper towels.

Lynne's eyes filled with tears.

"I love how you clean me up after we do it. It's so gentle," said Lynne sweetly.

"Sharing you pussy with me, and letting me come in it, and do what I please is also tender. My pleasure to clean it up. It makes me feel like it's our pussy when I clean you, and not just yours alone," he said with a grin. 

"It's not mine. We're sharing it now, and it can belong to do with whatever you please when we sign our marriage license," said Lynne.

"Deal," said Leif, with a grin playfully kissing her chin dimple.

And then when he was done, his pants still down around his ankles, he kept tenderly, and indulgently kissing her around her pussy. He covered it with sweet kisses, then applied those same kisses to her cheeks, and forehead, before cleaning his cock off with the same napkin he'd used to clean off her juices, and pulling his pants around his ankles, buttoning up his pants. 

He helped her down from the sink, handed her the wet panties, and she wiped them out a little bit, and put them back on.

He smacked her butt playfully and handed her the new grey jeans that he had purchased.

She slipped them on, and he helped her straighten out her clothes.

Then, there was the matter of cleaning up the bathroom, and they hurriedly picked up the paper towels they'd placed in strategic places so they could indulge their passions, and threw them away.

Then, Lynne unlocked and opened the door to the bathroom stall, looking around outside.

"Okay, so here's the plan Leif, I'll go outside, and when I'm sure no one is around, I'll knock once, and you'll know the coast is clear, and you can come on out and not be discovered," said Lynne.

The preparations were necessary because it was the women's bathroom after all, and they didn't want him spotted coming out of the bathroom.

Lynne swung open the door and looked around.

No one was coming, so she left the bathroom and quietly stood outside. She waited about a minute, and when the coast was clear, she knocked on the door for Leif.

Leif opened the door wearing a Cheshire grin, and as soon as he left the bathroom stall, she saw the woman who'd been standing on the ferry with her husband and kids looking at the two of them with a stern look of disapproval, when she sat on his lap during the ferry ride.

Lynne was mortified. They'd done what they could do to clean up the bathroom, but there was noting that could be done to get rid of the scent of their sex.

"That's the woman's bathroom, and I've been waiting quite a while!" cried the woman.

"I'm sorry. The other one was full. Come on Lynney," said Leif, protectively ushering her away.

Once they were sure they were out of earshot, they collapsed into giggles.

"Hey, don't worry about her, her panties are all in a bunch, and she looks so mean, because her husband hasn't paid her the kind of attention I pay you in years. Jealousy. I can see right through it," he added.

"You're probably right. Maybe they weren't staring at my churchy clothes at all, but us being affectionate. I hope I'm never like them. It's time I kick your ass at wack-a-mole anyway," said Lynne, putting some of their tickets in that beloved game.

***

The sun was setting now. Lynne kicked Leif's ass at wack-a-mole, and skee ball. She kept winning so many prizes and beating him at so many of those style games she had a huge amount of tokens.

Leif wasn't surprised that she was kicking his ass at these games, and she couldn't decide what she wanted to get with her prize tokens. Lynne found a big ass teddy bear, and she decided on that.

"Where are we gonna put him? There's no room for him on the bed, and I'm not sharing you with his ass, I'm your cuddle toy, not the damn bear," said Leif with a playful pout.

Lynne guffawed with laughter, carrying the bear proudly on her back.

"I've seen a lot of things in my short life, but never anything as sad a grown man jealous of a teddy bear. Even if I did cuddle him, so what, he doesn't have all the fun, and exciting toys that you have, things like you showed me in the bathroom, so, you are not in danger of being replaced by a furry animal," said Lynne playfully.

"I don't know Lynne, they are putting those sex toys in all kinds of shit now, I know you like your toys too, somewhere the probably have a furry teddy bear with a toy connected to it that can please a woman." said Leif with a pout. 

"You're a sick boy! Well, I like your big fun, human toy much better than anything they can attach to a damn bear, so don't be jealous, sicko," said Lynne with a playful chuckle. 

"I'm not a sicko, I'm just looking out for myself, so I'm not replaced," said Leif playfully. 

Leif had found a basketball game where the hoop kept moving that he was eager to play, when unwittingly, they found the perfect solution to Leif's jealousy with the teddy bear.

A pretty little bi-racial girl started running in their direction, pointing and crying,

"Look, she has the one that I wanted daddy, that one!"

Her eyes were filled with tears.

It took Leif a little while to figure out that the little girl was talking about the teddy bear.

"Now look, I spent all the money I can spend today trying to win it honey, and today was not our day. Now if you want ice-cream, we can get some ice-cream and then it's time to go home," said the father.

Lynne turned around and looked at the little girl and the father.

Then she did the kind of thing which was the reason Leif loved Lynne so much and spoiled her to the ends of the earth. She was just so kindhearted and giving.

She looked at the father and the daughter, and addressed the father directly.

"She wants one of these teddy bears?" confirmed Lynne.

"Yeah, and I've spent about thirty dollars back there," said the father with a disgusted shake of his head.

Lynne smiled at him.

"There's tricks to those games, and I know them all, because it was the only kind of games my father would play with me when I was small. Tea parties, barbies, sesame street, none of that stuff, but any game with skill. Forget it, he would be all over it, and teaching me to do it. That was how we bonded. Look, I know you're the parent, so you can decide, but it's okay with me if she has my bear. I don't need it. I have a real life cuddle toy, and he's jealous of Mr. Bear already," said Lynne with a laugh. 

The gentleman chuckled, and looked at Leif and shook his head.

"Sure, I don't mind if you give her the Teddy bear. It's awfully nice of you!" added her father.

"Of course. May I give it to her," said Lynne.

"Definitely," said the man.

And so Lynne, got down, eye level with the little four year old, and gave the little girl the teddy bear.

The little girls eyes were lit up with joy, and it made Leif emotional. Hell, he saw so much of Lynne's bright spirit and love reflected on that little girl. It was a travesty the way her parents had treated her when she was small. But Lynne made emotional inroads everyday and treated her friends and family in such a sweet way, seeing to their every care and concern, that it was difficult for Leif not to spoil Lynne rotten. Times like these, helped Leif to see just how much Lynne deserved his spoiled rotten doting. She doted on others, even strangers that same way.

The little girl smiled at receiving the bear, but even the father and Leif were surprised when she kissed Lynne's cheek, a total stranger.

"Hey, don't do that, she didn't say she wanted a kiss, you need to ask her first, if you can give her a kiss. I'm sorry ma'am," said the father.

"It's alright with me. I don't mind. I hope she enjoys the bear," said Lynne.

After the little girl and her father were out of earshot, Leif looked at Lynne.

"That was so damn sweet. See the kind of woman you are Lynney. Damn. It's hard not to love you so much. Let me try to win you another prize, something smaller I don't have to be jealous of," he teased.

And, he did win her a much smaller bear, which he didn't think would intrude on his cuddle time with Lynne.

And after that, they rode the Himalaya, and Ferris wheel with their remaining tokens.

Then Lynne was so sleepy, he could see her yawning. He'd exhausted her with the Fair fun, and his tender sex in the bathroom. And, she'd slept so poorly the night before, being worried about meeting with her parents.

He was happy to be able to end the day on such a positive note with love and fun for Lynney. For him it symbolized the closing on a dark chapter in the life of his cutie, and the opening up of a happy new chapter. The atmospheric difference was like night and day.

Lynne kept yawning.

"Ready to go home now baby?" he asked sweetly.

"Yeah Leif. That was the most fun date ever! Maybe even more fun than the ice-cream and antique shops date," said Lynne.

Leif smiled. The fact that she remembered their dates so well showed that they meant a lot to her. It also made it plain that he hadn't quite taken her on enough dates. They needed to be even more regular occurrences.

"I'm glad baby. Glad I could bring some fun to a day that started out so lousy with your parents meanness," said Leif.

"Oh it started off lousy, but the way we closed it, is why I'm with you. You're my life and family now, and I pick this life over the old one, since they made me choose, and I'm never going back," said Lynne.

She yawned again.

"Of course you aren't because you're mine now. You said you wanted to be in the bathroom, and I'm never letting you out of my site. You're so fucking tired your eyes are crossed and you can't see in front of yourself. How are you going to make it to the ferry? Like a sleepy assed little girl. Climb on my back," said Leif sweetly.

He lived to spoil her.

"What?" asked Lynne with a chuckle.

Leif crouched down and said again

"Climb on my back," 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he picked her up by her thighs and carried her piggy back to the ferry.

When she leaned her head peacefully into his neck, he was overcome with the sweetest, most tender, protective emotions he'd ever felt for her. She was so damn tiny compared to him. Cute and petite, and probably weighed about one-hundred and fifteen pounds. God, Mother Nature, or whoever the higher being was, put a lot of personality and love into this tiny package he was carrying. She was just barely five feet tall, and it wasn't too hard to carry her all around, and he'd be able to pick her little body up, and pose her, and have so much fun with her in a month, while he loved her, and fucked her. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 40



But since it was so easy to carry her around, he loved to spoil her, and he didn't care who saw him giving this twenty-three year old woman, soon to be his wife a piggy back ride.

When she leaned into his neck and said...

"I don't remember ever having a piggy back ride, but it's so damn fun," Leif figured it was dark at the fair now, and no one would see the tear that slipped down. 

Pretty thing like her, it was a shame it was her first piggyback ride! He would have thought she would have had dozens when she was little! That was part of that affection that she craved, missing pieces of her childhood!

Oh how he lived to spoil her, and if she liked piggy back rides, and hadn't had them, he was going to be sure she got to go on lots of rides on his back now, public, private, he didn't give a shit! She wouldn't be missing anything as his little wifey! 

"You like piggyback rides eh'? Never had those either huh? Pretty thing like you deserves lots of piggyback rides. Well, you can probably leave your shoes at home for this honeymoon then. I don't mind carrying you around on my back, whenever you want to go for a ride, you just say so, just like being in my lap," he added sweetly.

Then, for his woman, his girl, who never had a piggyback ride before, he carried her the whole way onto the ferry on his back, onlookers be damned.

Once they were on the ferry, he picked the spot they had found before.

Lynne stretched out over his legs on the ferry ride, looking at the view of he city as he played with the crown of her hair.

It didn't take long and she was sleeping soundly across his knees.

He was glad she felt loved and safe enough to sleep on him so peacefully in public.

And then, because no one could see, and it was dark, he kept kissing and smelling the crown of her hair, it was smelling like her coconut shampoo, and the scents of the day, the theme park, cotton candy, kettle corn, and all that shit, and he'd never smelled anything so sweet before.

Never felt something so lovely before as the way he loved her, emotionally and sexually. Never had sex in a dirty assed restroom before, Lynney was a spicy little creature, but, even while they were doing it, giving into their raw sensual desires like that, and he was filled with base, animal like pleasure, he was also filled up with love for her, those big brown eyes, pouty lips, the cute noises, and those braless breasts jigging around for him in that tight ass t-shirt. Even when he was busy sexing her her he wanted to cover her face in kisses she was so adorable, wanted her to feel his protection and love when they coupled, as much as he wanted her to feel those steamy, base desires. 

She was now begging him to fuck her, with tears in her eyes. Sweet Lynney! 

Just like with introducing her to sex earlier, he hadn't wanted to get really rough with her until she was panting, and begging, and squirming. He knew it would be traumatic for her, and she probably would not enjoy it at all if he didn't wait until she really wanted it. She'd had so much shit forced down her throat, growing up, and with that ex of hers, that he'd wanted to draw out, tease that desire for roughness out of her, not force her to want to fuck him before she was mentally and physically prepared. 

And now that he'd succeeded, in drawing out Lynne's desire for him to handle her roughly sometimes, the real fun could begin!

The only difficulty Leif could see up ahead was helping that sweet creature live up to the standard that she wanted- she wanted to wait until marriage to be his nasty girl, and he was going to hold her to that, even though he could clearly feel the fire and longing in her loins and belly as she slung her hips back to meet his few, final greedy thrusts on the sink. That was the first time he didn't feel her trying to wriggle away when he got a bit lusty at the end, and she was actually throwing her hips into his thrusts for more roughness! 

That erotic creature was ready for her man, and wanted to be shown what it was like to be a grown woman. But she was a good girl, and she'd expressed that wish to him, and he wanted to help her keep her wish, so she wouldn't later have any regrets.

And, he felt sorry for all the guys out there who really thought they were having fun "scoring". With Lynne it was quite clear that he'd been very wrong in his single days, for a raunchy time, he had far more fun putting his energy in his hot little firecracker he could love as a companion, and making her feel secure, and loved enough, and once she felt those feelings, she didn't even blink about trying awesome, freaky shit! It was easier to get sexy longings fulfilled by a soon to be wife who loved him with her own strong sex appetite, than it was charming random women picked up in a bar. But it was more than just easy proximity to carnal behavior, the hot sex Lynne shared with him was emotionally fulfilling in ways that he couldn't even wrap his whole mind around.

Finally, the ferry pulled up to the dock.

"Come on, wake up sweetness," he urged, and Lynne was bewildered, sleepy, rubbing her eyes, trying to figure out what was going on.

She'd fallen into hard sleep like she was sleeping in her bed at home, across his knees, drooling on his knee and everything. 

Poor thing had been nervous and hopeful to meet with her parents, and now that the outcome was what poor, as she'd she thought, she could finally rest peacefully, knowing she'd done what she could. His sleepy little woman didn't have to worry about anything though. He would care for her.

He just knelt down, and grunted, gripping her thighs as she obediently wrapped her arms around his neck.

That was how he carried her to the car.

In the car, she said five words, to him, and fell asleep hard leaning against the van window.

So when they got to the house, he didn't have the heart to wake his sleeping beauty.

He opened the car door to lift her out.

She started to plant her feet on the ground.

"No, no, I don't mind, you've been sleep drunk this long, let me carry you the last part of the journey," he chuckled.

She wrapped her arms obediently around his neck again and he carried her up the flights of stairs to their new two bedroom apartment, let himself inside, and placed her gently on the bed.

He removed her shoes, and helped her pull off her new black jeans. 

Stripped her down to that adorable Brooklyn tee, and those precious black panties. He cherished the opportunity to help her get undressed for bed. Spoil her, pamper her, get her feeling loved and safe. 

He just looked at her, tiny, beautiful, and falling soundly asleep on her spot on the bed again.

What a gift she was!

And now she was his, nothing else standing in their way, not even her mean, rotten ass parents, and that crazy fucking church.

He peeled off his clothes and got into the bed naked, ready to throw his arm around her waist, thinking she'd be too sleepy to want to really cuddle.

But when he felt her roll over in his arms, and lay herself contentedly against his chest she squeezed him tighter than she'd ever squeeze that old teddy bear she won at the fair, he never felt his heart so full!

How the hell was he to make it through this wedding without letting someone see him cry like a pussy, because he was happy, and he knew she was happy as well.

Those were his final thoughts, trying to stay masculine in the face of this all consuming happiness that he felt, and the way, he already knew the depths of what he'd feel for Lynne when he saw her in that little white dress, whatever she wore, walking toward him in the outward symbol of what they already knew, on their wedding day. 

That she was his!



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 41



Lynne awoke the next morning buried securely in Leif's arms. She felt groggy with passion. As she opened her eyes and became acclimated to her surroundings, she felt an erotic awareness she'd never felt before growing deep in the pit of her belly. 

Doing it the bathroom had been primitive, raw, and nasty in ways she'd only fantasized about before. She'd always wanted a love so strong that they couldn't keep their hands off of each other and would want to do it anytime, and any place before, but she'd always felt like such strong desires only existed in fantasies, love songs, and movies, until the trip to California with Leif. With the sex in the car, in the woodshed, and on the porch, she learned the good passion that could exist between a man and woman that caused them to want to be physical anywhere that it was possible to be close, regardless of the circumstances.

But the hottest, most raw encounter they'd shared so far was in that nasty ass bathroom. Soon she'd forgotten how nasty the bathroom was, just could only feel the expression of their passion and love. Lynne loved getting dirty with her Leify in the bathroom, and anywhere else he wanted to cook up! She just wished that they'd been wed as man and wife, so he would have really given it to her, the way she imagined that he'd wanted to. 

She'd never felt such an intense desire to surrender herself to him and be fucked the way she felt when her ass was sliding around in that cool ceramic bathroom sink at the Fair. Those final few thrusts had been both rough, and delightful, her pussy had literally ached with sweet spasms of pleasure those last few times.

Damn, if that was what it felt like when a husband fucked the wife that he loved, she couldn't wait! 

She felt him deep in the innards of her vagina, and it seemed clear up into her womb and the pit of her belly, and he was claiming her as his own, and she'd wanted desperately to belong to him, to share her body in this passionate, primal, animalistic way.

For the first time, his deep, sensual, male lust didn't frighten her or cause a small knot in the pit of her belly with concern that rough sex would be painful, or would cause him to lose love and respect for her. For the first time, she could truly feel how greedy sex could bring them even closer.

It also made her feel complete in her love and passion towards Leif. She'd always had a romantic, tender view of sex, and she knew that didn't have to change, that that sex remained this way to Leif as well, but there was another layer that needed exploring now, that part of her that liked when he kissed and fondled her in public, the part of her that liked the heat when he thrusted in her greedily and sucked her nipple so hard it ached. It helped her reconcile the emotional pleasure she received during their tender lovemaking sessions, with the baser relief that she'd felt when masturbating before she'd met Leif. She was now connecting the physical expression of their love, to that raw, greedy, animalistic overpowering pleasure she felt when playing with her sex toys. Granted, playing with Leif was much more fun and pleasurable than toys, but she was simply thinking about greedy satisfaction, and reveling in orgasms, just because they felt so good to their young, loving bodies, and letting that raw physical enjoyment just bring them closer! 

Enjoying the raw physical pleasures and letting them completely take over was something that Lynne had been made to feel ashamed of before, made to believe that fucking was sinful. 

She'd been embarrassed to have the desire for rough sex to take her over, and consume her, and to desire to be "handled" by her man, but she now understood that it was the natural outgrowth of such tender passion. And, her experiences prior to Leif had made her also believe that lusty sex was painful. But, just like Leif taught her about tenderness, and care, he was slowly teaching her that fucking did not have to equal pain, and now she ached with longing to feel those feelings, and become even more of his special sweetheart as she shared her body with him completely as his wife.

Since that spark had dawned in the pit of her belly in the bathroom, she just could not imagine a marriage without wanting her man to paw her, kiss her roughly, bite her, and thrust in her roughly sometimes. Tender kisses and sweet lovemaking was wonderful, but roughness was also delightful and added spice. 

Leif got these desires because he loved her so much, he craved her until he was sick, and she was lucky to have found someone to love her so intensely that she could love back. 

When he'd thrusted into her deeply those few sparing strokes at the end in that dirty ass bathroom yesterday, her ankles high in the air, Lynne had never felt anyone look at her with such adoration. She knew she was his special woman at that moment, there was no one he loved more than her, and no one could make him feel the pleasure that she made him feel. He filled her soul so thoroughly emotionally, and touched her heart with such love, it felt completely fitting to pleasure him deeply in ways that sexual ways, that spoke to the primal nature of his masculinity. 

She couldn't wait to be his wife and let him fuck her! She'd do whatever he asked her to do just for the two of them to enjoy. Whatever kink, whatever pleasure he wanted to be shared between the two of them was fine.

He was so good to her, and it was a way that she could show him how she cherished him, with the added benefit of the extreme pleasure it brought to her body. 

Leif clearly wasn't shy about pleasuring her heart, and making sure her feelings were taken care of. She was still swooning from the Fair date and the kindness he'd shown her that entire day, when she'd been heartbroken by the coldness of her parents.

And then the little things, the way he'd helped her get undressed for bed. Lynne couldn't ever remember feeling so safe. She was sure that her parents had put her to bed when she was small, but she never remembered so much security and love. She remembered having nightmares about the destruction they preached about in her church and being shuttled back off to her own bed. 

She remembered wanting to read fairy stories and often times having to read the Bible instead. If she told Leif that, she was sure, he'd be bringing the newspaper, some other book, or a comic book to bed, and he'd read it to her, and he'd be tossing it off as wanting to read through some things he'd missed throughout the day, but he'd really be looking at it as an opportunity to read her something in a soothing tone of voice, because it was something she'd missed. He'd find some type of way to make it up to her, even though he hadn't done anything to make her miss these parts of her life. But the fact that he cared so much about her emotional makeup made him her closest soulmate, and her pillar of support. 

Leif made up for those small slights and hurts without even realizing what he was doing. Sure, she'd been groggy and almost asleep when he'd helped her out of her jeans and shoes, but she'd still felt that kindness, adoration and love. Leif's utter unselfish desire to have her feel safe, and comforted, and nourished with his tender male love. She didn't have to do anything but curl up in a little ball on the bed, and her man would make sure she was undressed properly so she could drift off to sleep. And, after he did it, he'd quickly undress himself and cuddle the living daylights out of her, rock her in his arms until she really fell hard and heavily asleep. 

Even now he'd buried her head in the crook of his chest, with his hand, even in his subconscious, while he was sleeping, he wanted to cuddle her securely to him, and wanted her to feel safe. 

His lap, his arms, and his chest were always open, and for a little girl, who'd turned into a grown woman that was a little starved for tenderness because of her background and circumstances, it was the greatest gift he could ever give her.

She felt her eyes flooding before she could stop it, but she let the tears fall, as Leif was asleep, and there was no need to be concerned that she would awaken him. He worried when she cried, and she did not like to alarm him, and sometimes she found herself stifling her joyful tears so she didn't cause him any worry. 

She was crying a lot lately because she was happy, and she wondered how the hell she'd make it through the wedding without her makeup being simply a mess! 

And he was so beautiful. She kissed his blonde eyelashes and one of her tears fell on his cheek.

Leif immediately woke up, and rubbed his eyes. And, even though he was barely awake, instantly, the focus was on providing his soon to be wife comfort and support.

"That was tough yesterday huh? I'm sorry they hurt you so much. But, I don't want you to cry and be too sad, because you know we are a family now. And you must never, ever forget that darlin'," he murmured affectionately pulling her into his neck, and rocking her back and forth. 

"Yeah Leify, I know we are a family. And I feel that way in my heart right now. I'm just real happy, that's why I'm crying," murmured Lynne through her tears.

"I'm glad you're so happy. I feel it too baby," he whispered.

Before they could even control what was happening, he rolled her over on her back, and they were kissing and nuzzling, giggling with affection, and soon, comforting and loving one another sexually. 

Leif started off with his head buried between her legs. He wanted to pleasure her, make her little body sing, and after she was moaning and chirping like a little canary with an early morning orgasm, he moved his kisses from her pussy, and on up the length of her body. Lynne wrapped her arms and legs solidly around her strong, slender man, and he rocked gently, and tenderly above her, stuffing her with the fullness of his fat cock, giving her his fingers, to suck like she loved, until they both climaxed. 

But this time, even as Leif thrusted gently and lovingly above her, one of his hands in her hair, his other fingers, soothingly in her mouth while she sucked his index finger hard, in her minds eye, he was pounding her roughly to the bed, taking her until her voice was hoarse with passion and puling her hair.

And she knew in that instant, she'd never loved Leif more, than she loved him, at that moment. Couldn't wait for the damn honeymoon, to try all the nasty things she wrote about in her journal when he lovingly dominated her physically! 

***

Lynne had mailed one of her sloppy, chicken scratch wedding invitations, (as Leif had teased her during the addressing) to her Grandmother in Louisiana.

She'd mailed it over a week ago, mainly to announce the news of the wedding. Lynne knew her older grandmother would not be able to attend the wedding, all the way in California. Her sight was very poor, and her grandmother had never been on an airplane before, and even when her grandmother was younger, Lynne doubted that she'd been much farther away than Louisiana.

She was simply mailing the invitation so that her Grandmother would know that she was marrying the nice boy whom she'd gotten all the cooking recipes for. And part of her was hopeful that her Grandmother would share some of her glee, and she would have at least one Blood family member who was rejoicing for her marriage with Leif.

His extended family had already started to embrace the news of the marriage. He had aunts, uncles, and cousins who couldn't wait to meet this "beautiful daughter Leif got me" that his mother kept talking on and on about. In fact, Leif had some part Hispanic distant cousins who were kindergarten, and first grade aged, and they were going to be the flower girls in the wedding. And, on his father's side, Leif had an adorable, blonde, curly headed little cousin who was going to be the ring bearer for this wedding.

It was wonderful to have all these individuals willing, and happy to be a part of she and Leif's union, because she'd lost a lot of the familial and friend ties she had for years when breaking rank with her parent's church. His mother was instrumental in getting so many of these moments together, and Lynne wanted to do something special to show her appreciation as soon as the wedding was over.

Lynne was surprised when she was sitting beside Leif on the couch, in the middle of a particularly heated game, Her beloved Giants against his 49ers, when her cellphone started ringing like mad. If the Giants were on, she knew Janelle knew not to call. But when Lynne saw her grandmother's name, and an old picture of her flashing on the iPhone, she was touched.

"It's my Granny," quipped Lynne happily, answering the phone.

Leif smiled too.

He put the game on Pause. Moments like these were why he said they had the DVR.

Her Grandmother told her what a beautiful invitation that she'd sent, and how proud of her as a woman, and how proud she was that Lynne was getting married. Having someone from her own family tell her that they were proud of her as a woman, and for her upcoming nuptials was too much for Lynne. She started to cry. Her grandmother chided her for crying, telling her it was a time to celebrate, and quit being a crybaby, she'd always been a crybaby. She'd never spoken to Leif, and she demanded to speak to her new grandson.

Leif looked eager to speak by telephone to someone from Lynne's family who wasn't going to bite his head off. Lynne was mortified when Leif took the phone, and the first word out of his mouth after he greeted her grandmother on the telephone was, 

"Yes, yes Ma'am, I'm white. Yes, Yes Ma'am, my family knows that Lynne is black. They love her, like a daughter. Everything's been cool, real cool,"

Lynne was so embarrassed but Leif was really understanding towards her granny on the phone. Leif mentioned that it was fascinating that she had pure European French in her bloodline, and was glad to know that she didn't care about black and white marriages, and he agreed that it was a shame that so many people cared so much about whether blacks and whites were together, but it was getting better in the younger generation.

He mentioned that he believed that Lynne had inherited her looks from her Creole granny, and that she was probably quite a looker when she was young. 

Probably as pretty as Lynne was right now, Leif playfully agreed! Leif also promised to ask Lynne where she'd gotten such a curvy little bottom, as soon as he hung up the phone. 

Lynne guffawed with laughter in the background before adding- 

"Granny, are you trying to steal my man," 

Leif proceeded to explain what they were doing when she called, and Lynne supposed her Grandmother was teasing him now, being fresh! She always knew her grandmother was fun, and it was probably one of the reasons that her parent's efforts to convert her had always failed. Leif said they were very innocently watching the game, and that there would be a little wait for her great grandbabies, as he wanted to keep getting to know Lynne further, before sharing her with their babies.

Apparently her grandmother asked for Lynne on the phone again. Leif handed Lynne the phone again, and they laughed, giggled, and Lynne tried to discuss as modestly as possible how handsome Leif was, refusing to take the bait and discuss anything naughty. When her grandmother teased her and asked her, if what they said about white men, and their endowment was true, Lynne just offered- 

"I don't think those rumors are true, there's no problems in that department," and Lynne blushed and giggled while her grandma cackled with laughter. Lynne's cheeks were warm and she was hoping that Leif wouldn't guess that she was confirming his endowment to her granny! 

Her grandmother told her she'd be a married woman in a month, so it was okay with her if she talked about the birds and the bees. Her relaxed attitude towards sexuality in contrast with her parents made Lynne wish they'd left her with her grandmother to live during their all too infrequent road trips to Louisiana. Lynne hadn't seen her granny in person since she was thirteen years old, and although her grandmother wasn't very educated, she was kindhearted, reasonable, and balanced, and most importantly, she did not belong to a religious cult. 

"I wish you could see him Grandma. He's so beautiful. I wouldn't even hardly call him handsome, Leif is so beyond handsome, he's beautiful. You know how you see some men, and you just think, my goodness, he's beautiful, just pretty? That's Leif. He's got the most beautiful blue eyes, and gorgeous blonde braids, but most importantly, his soul is beautiful. He's a beautiful, gentle man, even when he pretends to be gruff. I wish you could see the wedding, I'm sure Leif will be so handsome once we figure out what he will wear...I have a few things in mind, and Leif has been so sweet about it all, he keeps saying do what I want, he'll wear whatever I want," said Lynne.

Leif was blushing at her compliments. 

Lynne explained that she and her mom and dad were no longer on speaking terms, and that, she'd started living with Leif before their upcoming marriage, and her father had told the church elders, kicked her out of church, and they had a huge argument at the house.

Her grandmother thought this was a terrible thing. She said that her son would be dying like a dog for treating her granddaughter this way, and she was sorry that her own daughter didn't have enough common sense to talk him out of that shit, along with rescuing him from the cult of a religion.

Despite the pain her family had caused, Lynne chuckled. 

Her Grandmother was blunt, raw, and colorful with her honest dialogue a perfect compliment to her black French creole accent. Lynne promised to call more often, and send her a picture of their wedding, a recent picture of herself, and a picture of her handsome, or beautiful husband to be.

Lynne reluctantly hung up the phone, and cuddled next to Leif. He'd enjoyed the phone call, and thought her grandmother was a character.

"It's too bad she can't make it, then you'd have some blood family there. I really like Granny. She gets my vote. She was probably something else too. She takes credit for your looks, so when I meet her, I'll know what you look like when you're eighty. You'll still be beautiful even when you're really old with me Lynney," he added stroking her chin.

"You'll still be beautiful at eighty too Leify. It is too bad she can't come. But she's older, doesn't see very well at all, and she's never been on a plane. It would be too much for her. Otherwise I'd love for her to come," said Lynne.

"Yeah I understand that. Well, we'll just have to get her a copy of the professional photos and videos. Maybe we could hand deliver them. When we get some extra money, I'd be glad to take you to Louisiana for a visit," added Leif lovingly.

Leif was so thoughtful and was always trying to make her happy. She loved him so! She hadn't seen her Granny in years, and she'd always been her favorite family member.

"I'd love to see her Leif! Yeah, let's plan that when we can, as long as it doesn't cost too much," said Lynne with a smile.

He pulled her into his lap, and un-paused the game.

"You're always worried about money. Stop being such a cheap ass. That's what our slush fund is for, and I'm happy to take you to see your granny. You might find it fun to explore some of your creole roots. Anyway, your little 49ers are about to get spanked. You're about to lose this bet. You're gonna have to make empty the cat's litter box for a week, and you're gonna be giving my cock a whole lot of kisses tonight," he added playfully.

"Ugh, the litter box, so disgusting, I don't know why I ever agreed to that as terms of the bet. I'm pretty mad about having to empty the litter box, and I want them to play better, but- I don't mind sucking your cock. You know I love it! Maybe I should have made that my reward, instead of letting you claim it for your own reward," she teased playfully.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 41



"Oh Lynne I hardly think that it matters, you're still gonna get your own reward you wanted in your half of the bet, you're gonna get that pussy kissed, because when I lay close to you tonight, I'm gonna wanna smell you, to make my hard on better, and once I start smelling your body, then I have to taste you. But, I sure as hell won't be emptying that damn litter box. You'll have fun. I'll teach you how," said Leif with a wry grin.

Lynne tried to look at Leif with puppy dog eyes. She always tried to use her playful sad eyes with Leif when she was about to lose a bet, or didn't want to do something. Because she wasn't spoiled and indulged much growing up, seeing how much she could get away with by being playfully charming was a fun game that bolstered her self esteem. And, when Leif could see right through her, and goaded her about it, it made quite a canvass for loving and playful erotic activities.

"Oh no, you are not using those sweet little eyes on me, I'm not looking at you, I see right through that shit!" cried Leif, turning away from her.

"Come on Leif, the litter box is smelly and gross baby, it's usually your job," said Lynne, pouting, using her cute husky accent and batting her eyelashes. 

"It's not smelly and gross once it's emptied once a day! Don't look at me! Look at those sorry assed Giants baby! You need to pout and have pretty eyes for them. And pouty lips, and hope that they see your pretty little face through the screen, and stop playing like a bunch of morons. I'm not sure even your gorgeous little mug can help those sorry ass losers," said Leif, playfully sucking her pouting bottom lip, and kissing her. 

"Please Leify. I'll do other fun stuff, if you let me out of that disgusting litter box chore, I know you love to play with me, I'll get you nice and hard, and I'll do whatever you like," she panted close to his neck.

Leif chuckled hard and smacked her ass.

"Oh I knew that you'd try that shit missy, I've been down that road before with you, and that's why there's some kisses to my cock included in our bet. So, you need to be doing that anyway when you lose," he teased stroking her mouth, with playful anticipation. 

She pouted and sat back on the couch turning away from him, stuck her bottom lip out and made moony eyes. 

Leif laughed hard.

"God you're so damn cute when you are spoiled. I think my favorite part is that you are finally learning you are spoiled and you have me wrapped around your little finger. I want you there. I want you to wrap yourself all around my finger, and use those cute ass woman ways to get what you want from your man! I know you're being playful! That shit is new for you and probably fun as hell for you, to be Leif's spoiled girl! I will consider, consider, changing my part of the bet to you making our bed, or cleaning up the dishes, which are generally my chores. But only if you're good. And I'm still considering. I didn't say you weren't gonna empty the litter box. If you won't do that, how the hell are you gonna change a poopy kid diaper in five or ten years," he added with a chuckle.

"I'm breastfeeding, you said you'd change the diapers, a deal is a deal! We decided that months ago!" said Lynne.

Leif laughed.

"I already said I'd change a lot of pampers, but despite all that, there will come a time when you are face to face with a newborn poopy ass, and I'm not there to change it, and I'll tell you right now, that litter box is probably a hell of a lot less disgusting," said Leif, chuckling. 

"Yeah, you're probably right, especially after they start eating grown up food, and are still in diapers. Ugh!" said Lynne, squeezing her nose and waving her hand in the air. 

Leif chuckled.

"Hell yeah, that shit's gross. I remember with my cousins! But you'll know what to do, and be good at it, when the time comes to change those stinking diapers, just like I will. In the meantime, just, be a good girl, be nice to me, no sassing tonight, give your man a fabulous blowjob like you always do, and maybe I won't make you change the litter box in the morning. Maybe I'll put you on dish duty instead, or, maybe you'll be scooping out that disgusting litter box, depends on how good you are, and how nice I feel tomorrow morning," he added with a playful swat to her bottom.

Lynne figured her man would be thirsty by now, and she brought a beer from the kitchen for him, grabbed another for herself, and fixed him a bowl of chips and dip as a snack. She loved to serve, and wait on her sweet, kind man, and playfully hoped that serving him lovingly would make him forget about losing her bet.

"Thank you sweetness," he said affectionately kissing her forehead when she handed him the beer and the snacks.

That simple affection that he showed, kissing her forehead when she served him made her glow. It made her want to get his slippers from the bedroom, for his feet, both to serve him, and receive more of his doting, but she decided to save that for another commercial break. 

He pulled her toward him by her waist, balancing the chip bowl on one his knees.

Lynne pounced on his other knee to watch the rest of the game, and buried her head in his neck, loving their world of play and teasing, while giving up hope that her beloved Giants would win the game and save her from extra chores, and that nasty ass litter box that week. 

***

Leif loved his new role as designated vocal warm up coach. Well, he'd appointed himself into that role. With the extra money flowing through the household now, since they only needed to pay one rent, and had Lynne's awesome weekly budget, Leif had wanted her to use a portion of the leftover money to do something she really enjoyed on a regular basis.

A special treat just for her. He was happy when she decided upon voice lessons for herself. It wasn't that Lynne needed much vocal work with her fabulous voice, but he was glad because voice lessons were something she had to give up when she moved out of her parent's home. Because there wasn't money to pay rent, get groceries, pay her utilities, and have any little bit left over to save, on top of voice lessons, she'd let the lessons go when she was a single woman. 

Lynne was so fastidious, she still coached herself vocally, but she'd been using vocal tapes and videocassettes. Lynne thought that she could wait until they returned from the wedding and honeymoon to start the lessons, but Leif insisted she start as soon as possible.

He wanted her to have something special to look forward to in her routine as a new wife when she returned home after the excitement of the wedding and honeymoon had passed, and he knew she was so excited about working with that voice coach, as she kept pulling up the site and showing it to her friends on her iPhone. When she was happy about something, and making that excited chatter, Leif just turned into a damn ball of mush.

Why make the woman wait? She'd been waiting her whole life to enjoy life! Leif was especially proud, because she was now able to afford an even better vocal trainer than the one that her parents paid for while she lived in their house and abided by their rules. He thought this was a good lesson for Lynne too, that she was a good girl, and she deserved pleasure, enjoyment, and to be able to learn the things she wanted to learn, how to have better vocal stamina and elocution, not just what others told her to study. 

This woman she was seeing now had worked with lots of stars, like Mariah Carey, Celine Dion, Anita Baker, and Clay Aiken. But he was impressed by how she was helping his Lynne to build stamina already. It wasn't that Lynne didn't have stamina before, but now, Lynne could sustain notes so long, that the audience regularly gasped after they'd been taken on a tour of the wonder of her voice. Granted, Lynne did a lot of practicing of those vocal exercises around the house, and he marveled at listening to her beautiful voice making such weird noises that did help her vocal flexibility. Her improvement of her already stellar craft in such a short time, having only worked with the woman for a few lessons, with all the other stuff she had going on, with the wedding, and their upcoming trip to California to be married impressed him so much.

But, Leif became the impromptu voice coach, because he loved to give Lynne an early morning vocal workout with her screaming and moaning with sexual pleasure. And, although Lynne only would be meeting with the voice coach one more time before they departed for California, Lynne confessed that her first voice training session had gone great, and she was sure that although she'd warmed up and practiced her exercises, she felt that her voice was more supple and pliable because of her ecstatic moaning, and the overall relaxation she felt due to the early morning sexual pleasure Leif had given her prior to her first lesson.

Leif was actually very sleepy when Lynne got up in the morning for her first vocal lesson. He wasn't a morning person, that was more of Lynne's domain, but he'd always want to cuddle with her, and pleasure her, or make love to her before she got on the subway to leave their home, he cherished the last chance to feel her warm body close to his, and when she left the house she was warm, and satisfied, and he was smelling like her womanhood on his mouth, and fingers, and sometimes his dick.

He'd prop his fingers up close to his nose after she said goodbye one last time and kissed him on his lips and forehead, and the heady, erotic smell of her juices on his fingertips would intoxicate him and help him drift off to sleep, that and the smell of her pillow, and that hair oil that she used. Funny how he had no trouble falling asleep as a single man, but now that he was with Lynne, when he couldn't smell her scents and feel her warm body close to him, even if it was just a press of her thigh against his own, it seemed that he didn't sleep as well. He'd be embarrassed for anyone to know that he needed the smell of her skin, or the smell of her hair oil, or smelling her pussy to feel like he could sleep. And then, once he fell asleep, after she left, most of his dreams consisted of screwing her hard against the wall, after they were wed. 

But, this was what he'd asked for, when he'd wanted to fall in love, he'd wanted to be consumed with sweet longings like he felt for Lynne. He awoke when Lynne awoke for her voice lessons. They brushed their teeth together in the sink a lot, even though they had those two bathrooms now in the new apartment. But they just couldn't stay away from each other, as they lounged around the house. It amused him to no end that they'd gotten to know each other so well he could understand her when she spoke with a mouth full of toothpaste. Even funnier, was that they'd started having these toothpaste spitting contests, seeing who could make it further away from the sink bowl. Lynne was the most fun woman he'd ever met! It was a childish and juvenile game he'd do with himself in the morning to amuse himself. 

The day of her first voice lesson, about a week ago, she caught him doing it! And he was mortified, a grown man, playing a game consisting of spitting the toothpaste in the bowl as he moved farther, and farther from the sink. But, the way she reacted when she caught him, made him know he was making the right decision in marrying her. She got out her own toothbrush, and toothpaste, and started competing with him. After they were through and they'd cleaned up the sink, and the stray toothpaste, he could barely hold in his desire for her, barely stand to make it back to the bedroom so they could make love again. Being able to play with her like that, be foolish, and let his childish, playful side free. And little wonder Lynne reacted so strongly to being able to indulge her secret playful spirit, especially since she's had such a rough childhood. Secret games that only they knew about. Sex games, playful games around their home, he was so fucking in love with Lynne. 

He'd just gargled too, and when he kissed her and went down on her, he got a strong reception from Lynne, because of the cool, minty mouthwash he'd gargled with, right before going down on her. She moaned and hollered loudly for him, and told him the mouthwash made her even more tingly than usual! He loved pleasuring her, and so, after she came, he gargled again and went down on her again with his minty, mouthwash breath. If she liked the minty tingle, he didn't mind giving it to her. And then, when he was through, she kissed him ravenously like the hungriest woman in the world, his mouth tasting like Listerine, mixed with her sweet pussy juices.

Lynne confessed that orgasms prior to a performance or a rehearsal, relaxed her, and when she was really nervous and had something big she needed to do in the past, she would masturbate to orgasm beforehand, if she could, and it took the edge off her nerves. Leif reassured her that this was quite normal, and he also enjoyed a good orgasm before a situation where he felt nervous, and he used a strategically timed sexual encounter with Lynne as his own pressure release valve. He told her that there was no reason for her to hide the fact that she found she needed to have an orgasm sometimes when she felt nervous. He'd be glad to be her designated secret warm-up tool.

So that was how he became her private little warm up coach before her voice lessons, and they both got something out of it, she was warm, happy, and relaxed, and he got the sweet smell of her pussy on his upper lip and finger tips to help him drift off to sleep after she was gone.

To make the game even more fun, this time, he had Lynne put on her clothes, and leave off her panties, and her shoes, and he ate her pussy thoroughly with her full skirt pooled all around his head. She was wearing this cute, flowing, denim, hippyyish skirt with these very full pockets. Lynne looked fucking adorable! He couldn't see what he was doing with the skirt over his face, but Lynne smelled so sweet, and the smell was all consuming, and she made so much noise, hollered so loudly as he thoroughly licked up her clit and where he should enter her, was glad that they had a top floor apartment, because surely they would be receiving an eviction notice, with her loud voice if they lived on another floor. 

Lynne was so hot and sexy, moaning her love for him, Leif's rock hard cock was leaking pre-cum, and throbbing, and he felt as though he was one dick stroke away from having a sympathy orgasm all over his chest and stomach.

He loved to hear the noises she made as she felt so good even if he couldn't see her expression. She moaned for him, that she loved him, called his name, cursed, hollered about how good her pussy felt. He'd never knew a woman could be so vocal during pleasure until Lynne. It was the musician in her. When she spread her haunches wider for more of the feel of his tounge it was almost too much for him, he almost couldn't stand it, and wanted to pick her up off his face and slam his cock hard into her guts.

She swirled her hips above his face like a mad woman, and he was pretty sure she was pinching her own adorable nipples through her lightweight sweater, even though he couldn't see her; lately she always started rubbing and pinching them when he went down on her and she was about to come. This rough nipple pinching enjoyment was something new for Lynne, but she'd been doing that since he sucked her tit really hard in the fair at the bathroom. It was arousing to him, to see her growing bolder and enjoying a bit of roughness with her sexual pleasure, and when he could, he leant her a hand in this area too. Her sensuality was growing each day! 

When he felt her lower lips twitching into his own mouth, he knew his sweet Lynney had gone over the edge of her sexual pleasure.

"Leify I love you so much! Oh damn sweetie! So...fucking...good..." Lynne moaned ecstatically, which told him all he needed to know about whether she was coming, along with the thrumming of her pussy. She rocked over his mouth heatedly again and again as her muscles clutched in ecstasy. He could tell even though his face was covered in her peasant skirt with those adorable pockets that she was grabbing the headboard for leverage as she moved all around. She'd learned that the headboard supported her well and let her rock her pussy really wild over his face for a very good orgasm, where she was panting, rocking, rolling her hips, thrusting wildly and covered with little beads of perspiration around her stomach and thighs. 

Finally he could tell his precious woman was spent when she stopped hopping happily on his sucking and licking lips. Her thighs relaxed against his face, and he heard her gulping for air, getting her breath together, returning to earth slightly, such an erotic sound after she'd been so thoroughly pleasured. She was exhausting herself with her orgasms more than ever before, and reveling in pleasure, and the honeymoon was sure to be a delight! 

Apparently remembering that she had a husband to be, whom she was suffocating with his head under her skirt, Lynne sat up, and quickly swung her legs off his face, and straddled his hips, her wet pussy inflaming Leif. Just one stroke and he could bury his cock in her tight innards, hard!

"I'm sorry Leify I didn't mean to smother you. Your turn, baby, and you can have a quicky, because I have to go soon, don't worry about making me come, I already came with your lips, you just enjoy boy, I want your come deep in my pussy," purred Lynne.

She slid her hips seductively over his cock, teasing his cock head with her tight warmth, ready to straddle him. 

"Mmm, baby it's fine. You go on now, you'll be late if you don't leave right now, I don't want you late for those expensive ass lessons," he murmured swatting her butt.

"But I don't want to leave you like that, all hard," said Lynne playing with his dick, squeezing it lovingly, and licking her lips.

He could tell she was already anticipating the feel of him stretching her out. 

Leif groaned loudly. She could have probably tugged it ten times he was so turned on listening to her sexy voice and her pleasure he would have come everywhere while he was eating her pussy.

"It will go back down, after you leave and stop looking so cute and sexy in that damn skirt of yours. Lynne, sometimes I have the best orgasms when I can't have one, and it goes back down, and you play with me again, or have sex with me later. You'll give me dessert with my lunch or dinner won't you? Maybe both? Maybe even a night cap, tossed in there too, since I waited like a good boy so you wouldn't be late to your lesson," he asked gently tracing her pouty lips with his thumb.

"Of course baby, you can have as much dessert as you want as soon as my lesson is over. You don't even have to wait for your meal. Maybe I'll stick my head in your lap and treat you to a course as soon as I walk through the door, oh wait, I forgot, after Janelle and I try out a few wedding gowns...so later in the afternoon, I promise baby, all the dessert you need," she murmured.

Leif chuckled and kissed her. 

"Oh woman you better stop teasing me. You're getting devoured in a short little while, on this honeymoon and I just hope you're ready," he added swatting her butt.

"I'm ready, I can't wait until you finish teaching me all about being your grown up wifey," she purred softly. 

Lynne moved off his hips, and walked towards the bathroom.

He knew she was washing away some of that womanly scent. On the honeymoon, they'd have to work on that. He didn't want her washing away evidence of his love. He didn't mind her pushing out the juices, he figured the sticky juices might be uncomfortable, but he didn't like for her to wash up so soon afterwards. He loved the faint sex smell she carried after he was intimate with her. It was a smell that only they combined to make, and it was as uniquely beautiful as the print of a snowflake. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 41



His biggest fantasy right now was to sex her, and for her to be carrying his freshly fucked scent all around with her, so that everyone would know that his beautiful woman was being satisfied by him, and nobody was doing it better than him.

Lynne returned to the room, to kiss him goodbye, got her book bag, put on some cute strappy little sandals that she loved, and she was off to her voice lesson.

Nobody would ever love her, kiss her, or fuck her but him now that she would be his wife, and he was going to make damn sure she never even had a passing craving for another man, because he satisfied her carnal needs so thoroughly. 

For now, Leif drifted off to sleep peacefully with the smell of Lynne above his lip, and on his fingers. 

***

After Leif awakened, he quickly realized that in her haste to make it to her voice lesson, and clean herself up after his oral loving, Lynne had left her black lycra bikini cut panties behind on the floor. 

Leif picked them up of the floor lovingly, and inhaled them. He couldn't help smelling the panties, something sweet, delicate, and private that his woman left behind. Something that rested close to her intimate bits daily, in ways that he wished that he could. Sure, he could touch her, taste her as often as he wanted, but there were times when he lusted for that little Lynney so much he wished he was her panties, covering up juicy, sexy pussy lips, that plump little butt, and capturing those delectable juices. Yum!

The panties were lucky in ways he wished that he were. He inhaled the panties again, and he was rock hard. His nipples tingled. Damn, he should have taken Lynne up on her tender offer of intimacy before she'd gotten on the subway. And she was such an unselfish little lover, didn't even mind if she didn't come, just wanted to please him. But, he enjoyed knowing how thoroughly he could pleasure that sexy little thing, and he hadn't wanted to bust a nut in her belly without giving Lynney the chance to have her own orgasm with his cock buried in her. Hell, a lot of his pleasure was pleasing her! 

He bet she was mortified by now that she'd left her panties. Lynne was sexual, wore cute, nasty little panties, and she was freaky, but she'd never gone completely without panties that he knew of, not on purpose. His already firm erection started to ache when he thought about how shy she probably felt with that long skirt on, and those cute little sandals, and no panties.

She probably wondered if anyone else could notice. Lynne was so shy, if any stores were open, he'd bet she'd go and try to grab herself a pair in a department store before her lesson. He chuckled to himself under his breath at her sweetness. He bet she was in Conway right now, looking for some underwear. 

He imagined himself finding her on the subway, fondling her, telling her she'd left her panties, and he wasn't giving them back to her today, that was what happened to cute little wives who left their panties. If she wanted those panties back she'd need to work for them. What a fun ass game for the honeymoon. He filed it away in his memory. 

He sniffed her panties more, and he groaned. Part of the pleasure was feeling that sniffing her underwear was a little bit wrong. Sure, Lynne was his woman and would be his wife soon, but smelling Lynne, when she was not there, and completely unaware of what he was doing, and probably mortified with her lack of panties on her way to the voice lesson thrilled him all the more.

Leif's cock twitched and leaked more pre-cum. He didn't want to spoil himself for Lynne, but he still picked up the panties, and took a stiff before tossing them back in the floor. The panties in the floor that she'd left by mistake reminded him that there was laundry that needed to be done. He would do the laundry today. Where possible, Leif had been helping with more, and more chores. Although Lynne did not believe in the male superiority ideology taught by her backwards parents and their asinine religion, she had taken some of the values away that the woman should do the Lion's share of the housework.

While Leif loved Lynne's cooking, and her freshly scrubbed floors shined and smelled like no other, and the bathroom was generally spotless, he didn't want Lynne doing everything. He'd slowly taken on more chores, at first small chores, like washing the dishes after she fixed those great meals she was always making, making the bed, and other duties, so that things were more equal, and fair.

Lynne expressed thanks for him helping, and he could tell she loved not feeling like she had to do everything around the house, and he was capable of taking care of some things. He told her, simply and sincerely they were equal partners, and he was happy to help with the chores, after all, she worked just like he did, gigging in nightclubs, recording jingles, and so forth. But even though there were just two of them, because of their performing, especially Lynne's stage show, there was a lot of laundry.

So, Leif insisted on trying to take on and tackle this chore of the Laundry. Slowly he was making inroads so that the chores were evenly distributed. He didn't want her doing everything! He didn't mind washing the clothes. He found it quite fulfilling, and it was a chore that he could begin to approach in the early morning which would turn some of his attention away from wanting to play with himself and dream of fucking Lynne after smelling her sweet smell. He didn't like to play with himself before they were intimate. In fact, he didn't play with his own dick much at all these days, he much preferred Lynne's touch unless Lynne was already spent, and he wanted to relieve a particularly pleasurable and passionate encounter with her. Those times he would jizz, but only after he had sex with Lynne, and she came, and was satisfied, and he felt that she wouldn't come sniffing around for any more loving for the rest of the day. He waited long enough to know that she wouldn't be climbing in his arms for a repeat or a recap, because sometimes she wanted to have sex again if they had a good session! But once he figured she was tapped out, occasionally he'd pull it. He used those practice sessions to help himself last longer for her, and made sure his touch was light, so he came better with her caresses. He also tried to space it fairly soon after sex if he could, because one of the things that thrilled he and Lynne was when he was able to produce a lot of ejaculate. 

He felt that men and women were different, and when men masturbated, they were using energy that would be much better spent coupling with their women. Men were different than women in some ways, after a few good nuts, they weren't as interested, and were useless to their women sexually, whereas women like his Lynney, were like cute little rabbits the more they came, the more they wanted to come. She hadn't been playing in her toybox since they were involved, but he knew if the little creature did start playing in her toybox again, she'd be climbing all over him for the human stimulation his dick would provide, after feeling the buzz from her little toys. 

The more Lynne came, the more she wanted to come. Men were the opposite. 

So he felt like he didn't want to waste the longing to come. By not wasting his good nuts constantly pulling his own dick, longing to come became a longing for his sweet Lynney, his sexual needs for her tied up into the deep love he felt for her. 

So doing the laundry was a healthy way to use his energy. Besides, he loved to smell her things, the smell of the lovely oils she wore as perfume on her sweater, the smell of the scarves she wrapped around her head at nights, and the smell of her pantyhose, both the feet, and the crotch, and especially the scent of all her panties on the crotch! Smelling her scent was a private enjoyment, and it was the hippie in him, that equated her unique scents with bonding with her. It wasn't something that anyone else had to know, and it made it enjoyable to tackle load after load of laundry, enjoying his woman's unique scent.

After he'd started a small load, he decided to get productive on a surprise he'd been thinking of cooking up for Lynne for a while, in the small window of time where he had the house to himself. 

***

Leif started getting an idea a few days after Lynne's conversation with her charismatic granny. He wanted Lynne to have someone at their wedding who represented her side of the family. And, he wanted it to be a surprise for Lynne. Something special.

He didn't believe in snooping through Lynne's things, but they had each other's phone passwords, atm passwords, computer passwords, just basically all the keys to each other's lives. They just trusted each other intensely, and gave each other all passwords for emergencies or other things that would come up. 

The trust and the closeness was beautiful to Leif, and wasn't something he would have conceived when he was single. Sharing ATM passwords? Giving someone his email password? Checking Lynne's phone for voicemail if Lynne was in a bind and couldn't check it? Lynne answering a text on Leif's phone to help out one of his friends texting for information about his whereabouts? But, in the context of their loving relationship, with the trust there, these things were not odd at all.

Still he didn't want to violate their trust. He hated to do something so sneaky, but a few days ago he'd unlocked Lynne's phone, and got her Grandmother's number from her list of recently received calls.

Once he found her grandmother's number he started plotting and planning to put his surprise in action for his Lynney.

He waited until Lynne went off to her final voice lesson before their wedding in California. 

That afternoon he carefully retrieved Lynne's grandmother's telephone number which he'd scribbled on a sticky note, and dialed her Granny on the cellphone.

Granny LaReaux was happy to hear from Leif. She wanted to know how Lynne was doing, how the wedding planning was coming along, and whether they were practicing to give her some great grands she could meet before she met her maker, as her time left was running out. Leif answered her respectfully, laughing at her hilarious quips, taking his time. No need to rush to the point, Lynne wouldn't be back for a little while, and he also knew that when talking to the elderly, it was best to let them get what was on their mind, off their mind, before introducing a new topic.

Finally he was able to make an inroad to steer the conversation back toward Lynney. 

He explained that he loved Lynney with all his heart, and he was really sorry that her parents were being so hard on Lynne, and she'd have no family there to represent her side for the wedding. Her grandmother agreed that this was terrible, and explained how she wished she could see her pretty granddaughter get married to her Prince Charming, but she was older, didn't see too well, and was terrified of airplanes.

Leif told her not to worry about being older, and not seeing too well, and that he thought he could work something out so that the plane ride would not be so horrible, and so that her failing eyesight wouldn't matter. But, no matter what, he made her grandmother promise that she wouldn't tell Lynne about the call. Her Granny promised that she wouldn't tell, but she also said that she didn't have any money to play for a flight from Louisiana to LA. 

Leif told her grandmother not to worry about that at all. He'd be glad to pay for round trip tickets to get her to, and from LA. Her grandmother now sounded excited, and she promised not to tell Lynne that she would be coming to the wedding. 

Now, for the next part in his surprise plot. Calling his mother in California to get her in on the surprise, and getting his to keep Lynne from finding out the secret. 

"Hey Linda, guess what, I'm so excited...I made contact with Lynne's granny, that creole Granny that she has. Lynne sent her an invitation, and I called her on the phone this morning," said Leif now breathless and stuttering with his excitement.

"Leif, you are doing that same thing you used to do when you were a little kid and got excited about something. Same thing you did when you first called me to tell me about your sick girlfriend, who I now know as my beloved Lynne. Calm down and go slowly, and remember to breathe," coached his mother.

"I...she...I said I talked to Lynne's granny this morning. Lynne sent her Granny a wedding invitation, and she called Lynney a few days ago...well...I just invited her to the wedding. But, but it's a surprise. So Lynney can't know. Not yet, I want her to be surprised. I just feel so bad, that no one from her family is coming to the wedding, and now I feel happy that she'll have someone from her family at our wedding. It'll make the day even happier for her," said Leif finally calming down.

"Oh Leif, that's beautiful! So beautiful! I'm glad she does have at least one sane family member, and it's lovely and romantic to surprise her like that. You don't have to worry about me, mum's the word as far as I'm concerned. Now how is she going to pay for the tickets? I'm sure your father would be really glad to help if it's needed," said his mother.

Leif's parents were always willing to help him, and supportive, but sometimes he felt they were too supportive, and he'd never would have learned to grow up and be a man unless he'd moved clear across the country, away from their material safety net, and out of their guest cottage.

"No Linda, it's cool. You all have done so much already, and really, since we live together now, things are a lot less tight in the money department for Lynney and I. Plus you know she's the cheap one in our relationship and has a great budget," said Leif.

"I know, and I don't want to see you burst your budget. And, if she's as good of an accountant of your family finances as she seems, she will eventually notice that some of your money is missing," said his mom with a chuckle.

"We have a slush pile. I'll just say I had to pay some back parking tickets or something. Lynney knows I used to be irresponsible about that type of shit before I meant her, and her meticulous ass," said Leif.

"Okay, sounds like you've got it figured out. So how can I help then Leif, besides keeping it a secret," said his mother.

"Oh yeah, we've got to include her in the wedding. Get her name on the programs and stuff. But Lynne can't know. Oh, and...she's old, scared of planes, doesn't see well, so I'm going to have to blow the surprise to Lynney before the wedding...but I'm going to keep it from her clear up until we get to the airport, and are on our way to fly back to Cali for the wedding. I've got it all planned out and she'll never guess. I love to surprise her! But, because her grandma is old, and doesn't see well, I'm going to need your help getting her back to Louisiana after the wedding, and at least be sure that she gets to and from LAX, and the Louisiana airports safely. I'd do it myself, but I'm going to be busy honeymooning with Mrs. Leif Peterson," said Leif.

"Well listen at you, sounding like a rooster with your tail all stuck out, going, Mrs. Leif Peterson. Is this the same young man who thought that having a woman with his last name sounded archaic and patriarchal, just like marriages were?" said his mother.

Leif laughed. His mother was a sarcastic tease. That was probably why that quality in his Lynne made his heart light up.

"Okay, so I changed my mind, and now giving her my last name is thrilling. You got me. Look at you, you're happy for the wedding too, and you told me that marriages were just a piece of paper, and you only did it to save on taxes. And you've got wedding fever. You send Lynne a million emails and text messages a day about the wedding, and sometimes I can't tell which of you is the most excited one," teased Leif.

"I'm the wedding planner, along with her friend Janelle. So I have to give her updates on what we are doing, or when she asks for an idea. And I happen to love the girl. If you were going to marry someone, and I had a choice in a daughter, she's what I'd ask for, she's very sweet, she has a spunky side, she's artistic like we all are, and she loves nature! You should be glad this side of the family is happy for the wedding, with all the shit her family is putting you two through," quipped his mother.

"Oh Mom, I am. You know I'm only teasing. Just help me figure out how to get granny LaReux too and from the LAX airport, get her in the program, and involved in the wedding, and make sure my little fiancé stays in the dark. Oh, and it would be great if, at the reception, she could say a few words about Lynne as a little one. Oh and get Lynney to get you some baby pictures of herself. She has some great ones on her iPhone, and she was such a damn cute little girl, I hope our babies look just like her, maybe with a little me mixed in there someplace. Also we have to find her granny someone to walk with, down the aisle. Maybe one of my uncles or something. Ms. LaReux should march in the aisle just like my granny. And a dress! Will there be enough time to get a dress for Granny LaReux in the same color as my granny will be wearing," said Leif.

"Calm down Leif! Slow down! I can only write but so fast. You are hilarious to me. I thought you didn't care about this wedding, and said for Lynne to do whatever she wanted you were just happy to be her husband and couldn't wait for the honeymoon. And little by little, your involvement in this wedding is continuing to increase, which is fine, but we need to make sure that we keep in communication with Lynne and Janelle so they know what's going on too, except discussing Granny LaReux. Now in terms of a dress to match with your granny, we'll have to see what we can do, because it's getting very close to the wedding, but surely she can march in the wedding, even without a perfectly matching dress. You need to communicate with Granny LaReux and tell her about the color scheme Lynne has chosen. With the baby pictures, Lynne has emailed me a ton of them already, and there is a whole mess of them on her facebook page, that I've gathered. The speech is fine too, but what if Ms. LaReux is shy? Like you are shy about public speaking? Lot's of things to be considered. I know you are excited, and can't wait, but just calm down a little bit Leif. We'll get her here, and Lynne will be so happy, and surprised, and in love with you, and you'll be so happy you were able to make Lynne smile. Remember to breathe. All three of you are getting into that forgetting to breathe phase, you, Lynne, and Janelle. There's all this panic, all this gulping, all of you kids stringing your words together and forgetting to speak in complete sentences. When Lynne gets in from her voice lesson, be sure to tell her that I said hello, and tell her to look at those cute little flower girl dress examples on the bridal party pintrest board, we've got to get those girls their little dresses, and get Lynne fitted when she gets here, and Janelle. I should be the one forgetting to breathe," said his mother.

"Hey mom...thanks. Thanks for everything that you are doing to help us with our wedding, we owe you a lot," said Leif.

"Leif, I would not have it any other way. I love you, and Lynne like she was my own daughter, I'm glad to help. I just wish you all were coming out to California to stay, I miss you two, especially Lynne," teased his mother.

Leif was smiling when he hung up the phone.



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 42



Dear Readers,

I want to thank everyone who has stuck by this story. I apologize for the delay in updates, but I have been busy in my personal life. I'm glad to be able to focus on these two again, and want you to know that your comments and feedback keep me going, and motivated to finish this tale. For those who are enjoying the read, there will be more updates shortly. 

In the upcoming parts of the story, there will be more events that will draw these two even closer together, and I promise it will be worth the wait.

Mich80new

*****

Lynne was humiliated and mortified that she'd left her panties on the floor. She hadn't noticed until she was going down the escalator to the subway corridor, and it was too late to turn around, if she missed that subway, it would put her thirty minutes late to the voice lesson. Dr. Lader waited for no one, if you were late, she'd cancel and make you pay. But that was because she was the best, and actually she deserved that level of respect. Because of consistently doing the vocal exercises, and even working extra between visits, Lynne was already seeing improvement in her voice in that short time of working with Dr. Lader, just a few lessons.

She hoped that this older lady did not notice that she wasn't wearing panties. She took them off so she could wash up properly after their oral lovemaking. His tongue felt so damn good on her anyway, and him gargling with mouthwash before, which they'd discovered by accident left her pussy so tingly she was throbbing with joy with each of his tongue strokes. That sweet menthol brought a whole new meaning to the phrase, "feel the breeze".

Leif and that big gentle tongue, and now that he'd started to eat it hard to prepare her for rougher intercourse. Mercy! As he would say! He always started off sweet, slow and gentle, tickling her lips and clit, but once she started groaning and wiggling like mad, he used his tongue on her with a skill and dexterity that left her quivering in ecstasy, and just when she thought she would be quaking with the need to come, he'd start pushing that tongue in her hard and whirling her all around. She loved gripping the headboard, because she could bounce like she bounced on the mechanical bull at the bar. She couldn't wait to ride his fat dick that same way, but she supposed that since they waited so long, they really should wait for marriage. Lynne marveled at her growth since becoming Leif's woman. She'd overcome fears of sex, and now, of being fucked under his tender and patient tutelage. She wanted to give him more joy and pleasure than he'd ever fathomed as a single man to show her appreciation, and couldn't wait to be wearing his ring so they could fuck.

But she turned her attention back to going to her voice lesson. She was mortified to be without her underwear on this subway car full of strangers. She prayed that they couldn't tell that she wasn't wearing any panties. The lack of panties caused her to quickly stop thinking about Leif, because the lubrication began to drizzle down her inner thigh. She just prayed that it would quickly dry and not leave a print on her skirt. 

She got out her phone, and busied herself with thoughts of the wedding while concentrating on her deep breathing techniques to prepare herself for her vocal lesson.

***

Things went well with her vocal coach, and if the teacher noticed anything about Lynne's lack of underwear, she didn't make it obvious in her demeanor toward Lynne. The teacher loved Lynne's voice, wanted to check out her stage show, and was amazed at her raw talent. She just wanted to give Lynne tools and techniques that would preserve her powerful voice for a long time. 

The vocal coach also let her know that Lynne was one of her favorite students, because Lynne worked so diligently at her exercises. Lynne was so excited at the conclusion of her lesson, having seen even more progress with the stamina she had, and reminded her coach that this would be the last lesson before she departed for California for a few weeks to get married, and have a honeymoon.

The vocal teacher seemed excited, everyone loved talking about weddings, so Lynne even got caught up showing her the cake, along with potential dresses she might wear. Lynne had picked a few that she would try on, in New York at a Bridal store chain, and the store would reserve the same dress in the same size in California. When she arrived in California, they would do a custom alteration. She even showed the voice teacher her color scheme. Dr. Lader made Lynne promise to bring the wedding pictures and they could look at them after the next voice lesson, about a month away, and they'd text to confirm. 

After they were finished talking, Lynne walked a few blocks, and found a department store. No way was she riding back home on the subway without any panties on. It had mortified her to be riding on that subway without any underwear. She couldn't even stand to think about Leif without worrying if she was making embarrassing lubrication. Furthermore, she felt that some of the creeps on the subway could probably sense she was sans panties. Lynne had never been pantiless before! Wearing no underwear sitting beside Leif seemed like naughty fun, but not when she was on the subway alone. Those weirdos stared at her enough as it was, let alone when she was not wearing panties. 

Leif did not like her even getting on the subway early in the morning alone, and told her that when it got colder outside, and it took longer for the sun to rise, it would be dark when she was leaving for those voice lessons so that she could make it to Manhattan in time. In the fall, they would need to think of other arrangements so that she was not riding to her voice lessons alone in the dark. 

Possibilities were for them to get a small, older car, and she could drive herself to those lessons, or for him to ride the subway with her, and wait for her in the lobby of the building where she had her voice lesson. He didn't mind either option. 

Lynne didn't necessarily like riding the subway alone in the dark before, but she'd had no choice when she was single. She knew that each woman was different, but Lynne enjoyed having someone tenderly "look after" her. Janelle had often checked in to make sure she was safe, and she still did sometimes, and Lynne paid her the same courtesy. There was just something about knowing that someone wanted to protect every hair on her head, and see that she was happy, safe in a physical sense, and comfortable emotionally. It brought her security and pleasure, especially with the upbringing she'd suffered at the hands of her cold ass parents, and their legalistic church. 

That sweet man would do anything to see her happy and safe, and it was a beautiful new feeling for her.

Lynne purchased a new pair of red silk boy cut panties, and then went into the department store bathroom to change into them. They were cute, lacy with a satiny crotch, and she hoped Leif liked them. 

She may as well get a pair that he would like, and she knew he would love the fabric, because they were lacy and silky. He always commented on her frilly panties before he took them off of her. 

Really, Lynne just wanted a pair of panties to wear on the way home. Just anything so that her ass didn't jiggle and her sex didn't leak lubrication, if she did have a passing thought of Leif. She couldn't wait until her bridal shower in California, where she'd be getting scores of nasty underwear and lingerie she was sure. She couldn't wait to see the look on Leif's face as he sampled her bridal shower gifts. 

She rode the subway towards home with a relaxed confidence she didn't have the first time around, not worrying about whether anyone could see the jiggle of her ample buttocks, and know she was wearing panties. 

She still had a few hours until she'd be home to show off her new panties to Leif, and perhaps confide in him about how mortified she'd felt riding that subway without any underwear. She was embarrassed, but he was so erotically filthy and lewd, it would probably turn him on, and that set the perfect stage for him to have his way with her sexually. She loved when his nostrils flared and he kissed and pawed all over her, and couldn't wait for him to do everything he wished when he got all horny like that, like a tall, sexy, blonde headed bull. Him ravaging her and she couldn't wait! 

His aggression used to make her nervous, even after they'd been having sex for a while, but since their trip to the ferry and the hot sex in the bathroom, it tantalized her. She started to send Leif a steamy text message, but thought the better of it, she didn't want to get distracted, and long for him so much she headed straight home. She was headed over to Janelle's right now, to just take a cursory glances at wedding gowns to see the one's she'd want to reserve in California to buy and have altered for the wedding. 

She got off the subway a few stops early, and rang Janelle's doorbell.

Janelle quickly opened the door.

"Oh sis, I hope you aren't mad, but I have company. Can we do it tomorrow," whispered Janelle.

Janelle was still in her bathrobe and house slippers.

Lynne wore a Cheshire grin.

"What company. Who is in there?" demanded Lynne grabbing her arm, and giggling softly like a school girl.

"Shhh! Shut your ass up!" said Janelle popping Lynne on the arm.

"Well why can't I know who it is?" said Lynne.

"It's...it's...it's Lionel okay. The guy from the blog. This shit is kind of like you and Leif okay. We've been staying together for the last week and we just are enjoying ourselves so much he hasn't gone home yet," said Janelle.

"I thought that was over...I thought you two were fuck buddies now because he wasn't politically aware," said Lynne.

Janelle looked at her and guffawed with laughter.

"That Leif. Man, I need to call him and thank him for loosening up your ass off the stage. Did you just use the f-word about sex," said Janelle with laughter.

"Hey I've said fuck before," said Lynne.

"I know, and you sound like a damn church girl saying it, even now. But that's the first time you said it and were referring to smashing, not just like an adjective, like, oh fuck, I'm late, or something. It's funny to hear you say it like that, about bumping uglies. Not that it's wrong or anything like that. But Leif is bringing you out of your shell! Hallelujah! Anyway, Lionel and I are enjoying right now, and I know you can relate. I'm sorry for asking you to postpone sis, but I promise to climb my lazy ass out of the bed and do it tomorrow," chuckled Janelle. 

"I think that's so romantic! I'm happy for you. Of course we can do it tomorrow! All the times you put up with me changing things around when I started dating Leif. You are always there for me, and I'll always do the same for you," said Lynne.

"I know you will honey. Go on home and be nasty with your man. I know your hot ass can't wait to get home to him either, Ms. Panties on the floor. I remember when you were scared to smoke a joint. Seriously, I know this wedding is the biggest day of your life, and I won't let you down tomorrow little sister, I promise," said Janelle.

"It's no big deal, really, you've been there for me so much throughout this entire courtship and wedding. Hiding behind dumpsters and checking up on Leif," said Lynne.

Janelle chuckled at the memory.

"I'll text you tomorrow," said Janelle.

Lynne started to tell her about her embarrassing journey home on the subway with no panties, but knowing the playful sister like bond she shared with Janelle, she knew she would tease her mercilessly. She decided to keep the secret to herself, at least for now. 

"Bye Mama," said Lynne kissing Janelle on the cheek. 

After being so mortified before her lesson, without her panties, she now felt so relaxed, that on her way home, she stopped by the bakery to pick up a few of Leif's favorite sugar cookies, the ones he loved that reminded him of her complexion. 

She couldn't wait to surprise Leif with the cookies and tell him all about the voice lesson, and that they'd be looking at wedding gowns tomorrow because it looked like her friend was serious about someone, about the subway ride home, and everything she'd experienced today. He was her lover, but he was also her best friend. She looked forward to coming home to him each and every day.

***

Leif figured he still had lots of time until Lynne came home from her voice lesson this time. He knew she had that voice lesson, and then she would be going off to look at wedding gowns. He took one load out of the wash, folding everything up carefully. Her shirts and sweatpants, and jeans were diminutive compared to his articles of clothing. It filled him with a desire to protect her from any more hurt than she'd already experienced in her difficult life, he couldn't wait to be her husband and fill hear heart with even more of his love and kindness. And, it also filled him with a longing still unfulfilled, just to inhale her and leave her bouncing giggling, and moaning with sexual delight, while she flailed beneath him like a rag doll. 

He'd fucked women before, but he hadn't loved those women, and he didn't want to devour them the way he wanted to devour that sweet and sexy Lynne of his.

After he took her down the aisle, he felt like his love for her would feel even more complete, because he would have finally sexually conquered the woman he loved more than anything. He knew he loved her more than he loved himself, and that quality was important if he was going to be her husband. He loved her unselfishly, because he put her own well-being far before himself, and his carnal needs, if he hadn't, he would have fucked Lynne long ago, that first night he was inside her! 

After he put her laundry away, he put his own away in drawers, and hung it in the closet, going to attack the next load, when he saw those black panties on the floor. Damn it. He'd forgotten about them before.

He picked them up and inhaled.

Mmm! She was so fragrant. He felt his cock start to harden. Sweet little goddess, those sweet sensual aromas she left behind. The more aroused she was the better she smelled. He examined the crotch a little bit. Filled with those dried up, sticky juices, the sight was erotic to him. She made so much juice, and his accidental teasing of her, saying she was like a faucet running hot and cold emotionally had led to his adorable nickname for her, Ms. Faucet, which was also fitting the way the sweet creature lubricated. 

The panties were stiff and sticky with the juices she'd made when she was brushing her teeth, and getting ready to go out this morning, before he'd told her to take them off and climb on top of him wearing that cute little skirt with the pockets and cotton long sleeved peasant blouse. Before he'd even touched her, and kissed her pussy she'd wet her crotch up in anticipation of his loving tongue, and that Listerine tickle. She loved the shit he did to her with his body as much as he loved doing it to her. 

He loved how wet and sticky she got, and that would make it really good for her on the honeymoon. She was wet enough to love hard, deep and intense. And her body watered itself like that, because she was like a wild, sweet, never tamed garden that needed to be tended to, and he planned on tending to it hard and often on this honeymoon and beyond.

He held those cute black silk panties under his nose. Lynne had turned him into a filthy dog, he loved scents and flavors, and just being primal and raw with her in ways he'd never imagined before. Wanted her the way a man was biologically hardwired to desire a woman, and yet, those physical longings made the love cravings deeper. He continued to sniff as he brought the panties into the laundry room.

His cock throbbed now. A month seemed a long time to wait to fuck the adorable creature when he'd been craving her like this. He wanted her legs wrapped high around his neck and pounding deep in her belly. He'd worried about scaring Lynne, or hurting her before, but after the heat they'd shared in the Fair bathroom, as raunchy and sexy as that was, there was a new awareness now. Lynne became aware of the pleasure that intense thrusting from his dick could provide when she slung her hips down to meet him, those big exotic brown eyes twinkling with pleasure.

Now she wanted her man to fuck her.

He buried his nose in the crotch of her panties, rubbed the sticky dried up juices on his face, and pulled down his sweatpants, taking out his cock, and starting to rub it gently.

"Sweet Lynney," he growled under his breath.

He knew how much he loved Lynne, because, even when he masturbated, it was to images of her in his mind. And he'd never thought he'd sniff a woman's panties, but he fetishized her so much, her smell and the way she felt close to him, he felt such intense waves of pleasure flowing through his balls and the base of his cock, and he groaned and started thrusting into his loosely cupped hand.

The urge to nut felt strong, and he pulled back a bit. He thought she'd be trying on some pretty wedding gowns today, and when she came home, he didn't want to have spilled his seed. 

Rather he wanted to be so titillated that he shared all his seed with her, however she wished.

He wondered about what kind of wedding gown she would pick out. Whatever she wore it would be beautiful. His mind formed a longing, imagining she'd left her panties behind a few short weeks away, and she had to walk down the aisle wearing nothing but her dress, no panties underneath.

And he caught what she did, noticed because her fat ass was jiggling wildly in her wedding gown, and then, he had to take her to the bathroom and fuck her as soon as they said their vows, because seeing her little ass wiggle turned him on, and to teach her what happened to little wives who didn't wear panties. She needed to wear panties so she could give them to him as a present at the end of the day, smelling like her juices.

Leif really believed there was something to this whole scents thing, and a woman being able to intoxicate her lover, bind her to him with her lovely smells. He tried not to come when he masturbated, and also tried not to come before he'd given Lynney some dick for the day, but he didn't know if he'd make it this time. He'd have laundry finished, order takeout so a hot meal was waiting for Lynne, and that should buy him some time and get his seed back thick and potent for his lady like they loved.

Hell he couldn't resist! Her body couldn't fully be his yet, because he wasn't getting the fucking he needed. Once he got the fucking he needed, he doubt he'd have much interest in pulling it at all unless Lynne was completely spent. Pulling it didn't feel nearly as good as sex with her, but he closed his eyes, dreamed of fucking her hard in her wedding gown, ejaculating on her satin gown, and sniffing the panties with the sticky juices, she'd forgotten on the wedding day.

And right, when he was almost at the apex, right when he groaned.

"Oh Leify loves to fuck his good little wifey!" a few seconds from his ejaculation, the door to the laundry room swung open, to Lynne, looking at him with big brown eyes, and a confused expression, and he'd never felt more ashamed in his whole life.

***

Lynne had been a bit suspicious and concerned when she heard the moaning sounds coming out of the laundry room closet. She was excited to tell Leif all about the voice lesson and give him the cookies she'd brought him. But when she heard that moaning, her heart sank. 

Leif had never given her a reason to distrust him at all, but with the strange sexual noises, she couldn't help becoming quiet, and propped open the laundry door, praying that she would not open the door to what she thought would be occurring, hearing such strange sexy noises. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 42



What a relief to see what was really going on! She'd caught him in a strange, embarrassing and compromising position, but it sounded like he'd been moaning about fucking his wife, which she would soon be, and it was a great relief, to know that nothing was the matter, he was just having some personal pleasure. She was damn flattered that he loved her so much, he even was moaning bout her while he was masturbating. 

Then, she noticed with his big hand circled vulgarly around his fat dick, and she was torn between feeling embarrassed for the two of them, and extremely aroused at his virile male sexuality on display. 

Lynne blushed, and felt warm and shy, and she didn't know what the proper protocol was now that she'd caught him masturbating and surprised him at home early. Should she join him? Ask him if he wanted help, or close the door.

And then she saw him, holding her underwear with one hand and looking at her with startled, and embarrassed blue eyes like a panty burglar. Her heart was filled with emotions that she was sure were familiar to him, heated love, sweet lust, and the desire to nurture him emotionally so he did not feel embarrassed.

"What, what are you looking at me like that for! If we were already married, and I could just fuck you already Lynney, it wouldn't have to come to this!" said Leif, quickly throwing her panties in the open hamper, as though he didn't want to be caught, sniffing her panties like a filthy dog.

But Lynne saw what he was sniffing her panties, and it was vulgar, and nasty, and male, and she loved it! It was extremely flattering that he found her scent that arousing. He didn't have to hide from her.

"Hey, wait a minute mister...don't snap at me because you're embarrassed. You were the one that told me that this was a natural need when you found my toybox toys. As hard as everyone has been on me throughout my life about sexuality, and self-love, do you think I'd come down on you for doing something pleasurable? I'm flattered as hell that you are inviting me into your deepest fantasies. I thought you were up to no good with the moaning in the laundry room, how flattered I am to catch you playing yourself, and moaning about me, and...and...and with my panties up to your nose. Nasty, and flattering baby. And as far as fucking goes, I thought we both wanted to wait until the honeymoon since it's only one three weeks away. If it's got you so cross that you're snappy, like I said to you before, I'm ready to be your big girl whenever you're ready to take me! Even if it's sooner than we planned," said Lynne.

"I don't...I didn't...Lynne I don't like smelling random women's panties. I never did that shit before until a week ago, when I ate your pussy and your back was turned. They smelled so damn sweet Lynne, when I put them up to my nose. It just felt so naughty, and forbidden, and I'm intoxicated with the smells that your pussy and ass makes. But, I'm not a panty pervert, or any shit like that. Yours are the only ones that I like to smell," he added, shyly as though he was deeply ashamed.

It was touching to see handsome and masculine Leif so embarrassed about an aspect of his sexuality, getting caught smelling her panties and masturbating. Her panties had him blushing like a helpless little boy. She thought it was tender and erotic, and if they were going to be husband and wife, they should share everything even fantasies. She would never demonize him for having such steamy needs.

He blushed and he was bashful pulling up his pants. His erection had softened because he was embarrassed at being caught.

"Baby I'm gonna be your wife in three weeks. I believe you when you say that you've only ever sniffed my panties. Hey, having my husband to be loving my scent so much is erotic as hell, and it's lovely, and flattering, and I'm sure a lot of young wives wish they could feel the same. Leify, if you like to sniff my panties, there's no reason you have to be underground, or be shy with them. You can smell them. I don't mind. I left those behind by accident, and I was so embarrassed this morning that I got another pair, I changed into them before I got a subway to go home. I picked out a special pair I thought you would like too. You can smell my panties whenever you want, whether I'm in them or not, as long as mine are the only panties you sniff. I want you sniffing after me like a damn dog every day for the rest of our lives, and you don't have to be embarrassed about that," said Lynne.

She flicked off the light to the laundry room and pressed her body up against his, causing him to lean into the washing machine.

She was unprepared for him squeezing her so tight he nearly knocked the wind out of her.

"Shit, it's such a relief to be so real, and raw with you. That was so damn embarrassing and I love to know that, there's nothing to hide with you, even if I like a little kink, like sniffing your panties when no one is watching. I don't know why it gets me off, it just does,"

"Shhh, it's okay, I love it baby. I'll always make sure to keep a fresh, wet pair for you whenever you want me to okay. I just love to be your special girl, and everything you want, and if my panties is what you want, I'm happy to provide them for you, whenever you say," murmured Lynne sucking his top and bottom lip tenderly.

"Oh Lynney yes, but there's nothing like the real thing either, nothing like you, the panties just excite me because you were in them lovely, I swear," he murmured suckling that cute nub under her upper lip that he loved so much.

It felt so good to Lynne when he sucked her lips when they kissed, even now. She groaned, and pulled his face down as close to her face as she could muster and flicked her tongue erotically around his own, sucking his tongue like a piece of candy.

He groaned and cupped her ass through her denim skirt, giving the fat globes a firm squeeze. She felt him smelling her neck and ear. He'd always loved to smell her body, so it didn't come as such a surprise that he liked to smell her panties, and she was glad that he felt like they had nothing to hide anymore. A loving, couple like themselves, about to get married should have nothing to hide. 

"I love that you love the real thing so much, so, whenever you want, just like I can suck your finger and cuddle you, you can smell my pussy and ass, and you don't have to ask...just whenever you want. If you want my panties you can have those too. You don't have to hide things from me, and you shouldn't. Boy, even though I'm enjoying planning this wedding, I'll be glad when it gets over with, because I really do think that not being able to fuck me the way you want to is making you cross, and I hate seeing you feel this way, and knowing you don't want me to give you any relief until the wedding," sighed Lynne.

***

Leif flicked on the light in the laundry room. He flicked the light on, even though she'd turned it off, because he wanted to look into her eyes. He'd never felt such unfettered acceptance before, and feeling that she loved and accepted even the naughtier aspects of his sexuality made him feel even closer to her, in a sexual way, and an emotional way, and glad she would be his wife soon. Regardless of how free he was sexually, getting caught masturbating was embarrassing, as it was a somewhat private act. But now, with how loving and accepting she'd been towards him, he looked forward to sharing the pleasures of masturbating together, in front of each other as well, something he'd never felt he'd feel close enough to another soul to share. 

And her gaze toward his was beautiful, sensual, and full of tender adoration, like he was her hero, and if the panties made him happy, she didn't love him any less, and knowing his needs, she probably loved him more.

He felt so full in his heart, and it traveled straight to his throbbing dick.

"You're so damn beautiful Lynney, no clue of how sexy you are to your man at all, even after you caught me sniffing your panties, I want to fuck you so bad my pores ache, you're fucking sexy as hell," murmured Leif kissing her forehead reverently as though she was a goddess, and she was, in that denim skirt, and those gold strappy sandals, she'd removed the sweater she'd worn to her voice lesson, underneath it she was wearing a white, cotton t-shirt, tight across those small, luscious breasts, and those thick, dark, tasty nipples. This little outfit would be getting her in so much trouble in a few weeks. He hoped she brought it with her on the honeymoon.

As usual, there was a casual elegance, and innocent sexuality to her clothes. She was so sensual, and no idea of her erotic appeal, the hold she had on her man. Sure, she understood it a bit, but she had no idea how hard she had him by the balls, how he'd do anything to please her, his heart and his dick aching with need for her. Anytime that little hottie he was about to marry had him so strung out he couldn't even do the laundry without sniffing her panties like a dog should let her know how much he ached with the deep need for rough, rowdy, sensual love with her. 

"I already told you...if it makes you so upset you feel cross with me...oh Leify, I just want to make you happy baby, you don't have to wait no more, I just want always, always for you to be happy with me," murmured Lynne looking at him with those angelic doe eyes.

"Oh hell baby, you make me so happy. I know you want to wait, and we don't have that much longer to wait now darlin'. I long for you so much, and I think my heart is going to burst when I see you in that pretty white dress, walking down the aisle toward me. I might not even be able to make it home without wanting to be inside you. What if I want you so bad I need to sneak off with you during the reception to enjoy my first fucking with you," he teased playfully brushing her chin dimple with gentle fingers.

She looked at him with these sweet, wide eyes...shy, but so willing to love and please him. He was teasing her, but that loving little woman was actually contemplating his statement. He was so damn lucky.

"I guess that would be okay, to find somewhere private to enjoy our first fuck together as man and wife, as long as we don't get caught, it would be embarrassing with all those people there," she added bashfully, playing with the hem of her skirt.

"You're so damn sweet. I just wanted to see how much you'd want to please your husband. I can wait until after we leave the reception, but I won't be waiting much longer than that," he said casting her a meaningful glance.

"I would hope that you wouldn't want to wait much longer than that. I can't wait to feel you taking me as hard as you want to," said Lynne sweetly, looking up into his eyes.

"Show me...show me the new pretty panties you said that you bought, with me in mind, since you were a forgetful, naughty little bride to be and forgot to cover your own cute little ass in your panties, riding on the subway, with your sweet little ass bare, under your cute clothes, and had to run and get another pair," he said playfully. 

Lynne giggled. He tickled her so much, she rolled her head back in laugher, and then snorted. He loved when she laughed so freely and sexily with him. After she got her composure together, she playfully twirled her frilly, denim skirt, with the pockets, and then she looked at him seductively.

"My handsome Leify wants to see?" she asked, and she lifted the skirt slowly, inch, by delectable inch, showing him those beige, shapely little thighs, and then higher, and higher, until he caught a slight sight of the red lacy little edge of her boycut panties.

Leif's cock ached with need and he groaned for his Lynney. She was playing with him. Being coy. Playing peek-a-boo with her sexy new panties. So innocent, and sensual, all in the same breath. 

"Please Lynney, you're just such a little tease," he groaned, pulling her closer to him in the dim light of the laundry room, gripping her cute ass through that ruffled denim, hipster skirt.

"I think you like just a sexy little peek. The same way you liked sneaking around and sniffing my panties. I don't want you to be ashamed, and think you have to hide, the raunchier parts of yourself, Leify. It was so damn sexy seeing you stroking that big meaty dick of yours, and sniffing my panties. You like to sneak around and smell your woman's panties, I like to give you a sneak peak, of my panties, a special surprise," murmured Lynne punctuating her words by softly sucking his top and bottom lip.

Lord, she was such an erotic, cute little freak. Now she was nibbling her lower lip, as though trying to hold in her passion, and Leif's cock ached.

The light was dim in the closet, and she kept twirling her little skirt, the same way she would twirl it before bowing into a curtsey on stage, just giving him a peak of the red sexy edge of her panties near her thighs. She was inflaming him, his dick was sore, and he caught sight of the edges of the panties, looked almost like garters could be attached but she was so damn innocent and naive, she didn't even know that those red panties came with matching garters. 

He went wild thinking about pulling up that frilly little skirt, and fucking her hard in those lacy, naughty little panties, fringed with garters, since she liked to tease. After they were married, he'd take her back to the store where she bought them from, and teach her about garters, what they were, he doubted the cute thing even knew, and buy her the matching pair. 

For now, they were adorable as they were, and Leif licked his lips, his blue eyes narrowing into a wolf like glance. 

"Damn it you're so playful and sexy, and you have no idea how much your man wants you!" groaned Leif. 

He couldn't resist. She was nibbling her lip as she showed him as little of the panties as she possibly could while still giving him a peek. Now that the washing machine was washing the load, including those cute black panties she'd left behind, Leif slammed the washing machine closed. He wanted her so much, he gripped her roughly around her waist and lifted her, sitting her fat, juicy ass on the washing machine.

She looked at him with startled eyes as he hiked up the skirt and those cute red lacy boy cut panties, and those cute little garter hooks on the side flashed into his view, Lynne already soaking wet, her desires obviously fueled by his masculine lust for her scent, catching him stroking his aching cock, and teasing him with a sight of her panties. 

The big startled eyes were because he'd slammed the washer, then picked her up swift, and strong, and sat her so quickly on the washing machine. At first he thought the eyes were because she was timid because his steamy passion for her made her nervous, but then he remembered the way she slung her hips with hard, nasty passion in that Fair bathroom. And he looked into her eyes again, and her eyes were smoky with passion and lined with water.

"What's wrong with my sweet princess, why...why tears darlin'," asked Leif, stroking her tears away with his thumbs.

Even though he was ready to be sexual with her, he still had tender concern for her feelings, something he felt was lacking in Lynne's life before. Sure he was horny, but he needed to tend to her emotional well being as a primary concern. 

"Because...because now...I want...I...I want you to,"

"You want your man to be rough with you, is that it?" he added indulgently stroking her chin dimple.

Lynne nodded with eagerness, sending her cute, shoulder length curly hair bobbing everywhere. Oh lord have mercy, his heart and his dick both ached with so much love and lust for her, it almost hurt with the intensity of his pleasure in both areas.

"Well please can we...I know...I know we said we'd wait but I don't think I can anymore, I want so bad to belong to you, in every way," said Lynne, and she was squirming on the washing machine!

Mercy! Now she was begging him to fuck her and aching for him. She performed and had a tantrum for him to be rough with her many times when they made love now. They'd been through this when he'd warmed her up and she was finally ready to try intercourse, right before they were engaged after being terrified of it before. Now it was the same with fucking, and just like before, It was sweet, and adorable and endeared her to him even more. But he still felt, with Lynne's emotional constitution it would be better for them to wait until they walked down the aisle, and they could be as wild as she wanted to be sexually. 

This was one of those things where he felt it important to give her kindness and care emotionally, and sometimes it meant being a tad bit firm with her, and helping her with boundaries so that she would feel safer with him later. He never wanted her questioning the sincerity of his love for her, even years from now. It was also how he knew how head over heels with her, when he could ignore his primal need to fuck, even for a few more weeks, because he cared about her emotional needs, and providing Lynne with a loving, nurturing environment, different than anything she'd ever known. 

"Yes you can...we can wait. You said you wanted to wait for marriage to fuck, honey, and that's what we're gonna do. Your heart will feel so much better, because the fucking will be all tied up with how much we love each other, if we just have some self-control and wait. It's only three weeks away," he murmured sweetly kissing her forehead.

"No...no, that feels like forever! I don't want to wait no more Leify, I just can't, I need you in me deep and hard, like you were dreaming of when you were smelling my panties, and I caught you in the laundry hamper," murmured Lynne, pulling his sweatshirt over his head. 

She gripped his pectorals roughly, piercing his chest with eager fingernails.

"It's not forever, we'll be married in a little more than three weeks, you're so cute and impatient, think about how much better that fucking will feel, if you act like a grown up woman and wait patiently just three more weeks," he murmured indulgently, and he could barely believe how intensely he loved her, so much so he was putting her needs first in everything. 

She wanted him so badly she was practically gouging him, scratching his chest and pulling her towards him. He chuckled at her feminine aggression. She was like a little kitten in heat and he was going to have so much fun with her in three more weeks! 

"Well if it's only three weeks, what's the difference if we get started three weeks early...then I'll already be good at the rougher stuff by the time we go on our honeymoon. I don't want to wait no more baby, I want you to treat me like you're your grown up wifey!" cried Lynne. 

"Shhhhh...you said the same thing about sex, after I got you so you weren't scared, you couldn't wait for us to have sex, but I insisted we wait a little longer. And it was wonderful that we waited until we were engaged. Oh Lynney, you think you want to be fucked, you have no idea how much I've wanted to fuck you, oh practically since the minute I laid eyes on you on that stage all those months ago. But your heart is tender, and pure, and you were raised in such an old fashioned way, and I think that you'll do better as a wife emotionally if you know, that I loved you enough, to wait, so we could fuck. I know you are hot in your panties for me Lynney, and I'm hot for you too, but let's just wait, relax, and enjoy a little more lovemaking for now. You gonna be a good girl for your husband?" asked Leif, turning her gaze into his own by her chin dimple.

She nodded.

"I'll be a good girl. You're right that we should wait, it's just hard, to wait, " she murmured.

"You're telling me! It's hard as hell, but we can do it. We'll make it together. Let me sniff you in your panties. It's way more fun sniffing when you're in the damn panties, than having a used pair. Lift up your dress for your man," he groaned softly.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 42



At the angle she was sitting at on the washing machine, he could almost see her panties, but when she lifted her ruffled hem, they came into view again, all that frilly lace, and the wet, satiny crotch of the delectable, shorts styled panties.

Leif didn't waste anytime butting his nose right up to the sticky crotch, and groaning as he inhaled that fragrant scent that made him rock hard with longing. Lynne purred with ecstasy, tangled her fingers in his dreadlocks, and started humping his nose. 

"Mmm," he groaned, and he chuckled at her eagerness.

"Does it smell good to my sexy panty sniffer," she teased.

"Mmm...that's my wifey Lynney panty sniffer to you, and yeah, they smell heavenly," he groaned. 

It felt good not to have to hide anything from this lovely woman he was weeks away from marrying. She always knew that he loved her scent, but he felt fully safe in indulging all his steamy lust for her scent, and enjoying her frilly sexy little panties. He sniffed her lacy, moist little crotch while she humped his nose, then pulled out the lacy crotch, to taste his sweet Lynney. 

"Damn, I'm so weak for your pretty panties Lynney," groaned Leif, adoringly fondling the crotch, then pulling the gusset back, licking and sucking. He loved sucking the juices off her panties, it was raw, and the collection of the soaking wet juices overloaded his senses. 

He wasn't touching her directly but Lynne looked down at him with big, brown lusty eyes, and he licked and sucked the satiny crotch with abandon.

"See what a dog you've turned your man into. A dog only for you. Shame you had to catch me like that. I just act like an animal when I smell that sweet pussy smell and taste that scent, no other woman has ever had a hold on me like that, that's why I can't wait to marry you, I'll probably behave better after I really fuck your juicy little pussy," he groaned.

"Leif, I never want you to behave baby...I told you, you can smell me, my panties, my ass, hell I'm so in love with you, I want you to have whatever kinky nasty pleasures you want with me. Anything, as long as it's just between you and I! That's what a good wife does with her husband, and since I want to be the best wife, I want that with you," she murmured huskily.

"I love you so much!" Leif whispered.

And he did. This erotic passion with her was what he'd always dreamed of. He pulled the panties back, licking over her pussy now, those coarse exotic hairs, and the flavorful juices, licking and sucking those full, ripe lips, and gently sucking her clit hood. 

"Baby, baby," panted Lynne hoarsely and she moved the crotch up out of the way for more access to his licking tongue.

He loved when she came in her panties, and got them juicy and wet, and nasty with her passion musk. The aroma was intoxicating, hardwired to cause pleasure to his dick. His cock ached, and he felt his own wet precum on the front of his shorts.

Lynne spread her beautiful folds for his tongue. He held those lacy panties back, plunging his tongue roughly inside. Just then, the load started washing again, and she made a sweet helpless whimper.

Leif glowed everywhere with pleasure imagining the joy she must be feeling, her man's licking tongue, and that sweet vibration of the washing machine against her pussy. 

"Damn, it feels so good! Leify, Leify!" she moaned helplessly, rocking on her haunches. 

Her tits jiggled wildly in her tight, white t-shirt and she reached under the t-shirt, gripping one of her own breasts, and he recognized what she was doing, pinching one of her own sweet nipples, for pleasure.

He tugged the panties firmly in her ass now, giving her a wedgie, close to that tender little ass that she loved to have teased, and he tickled her anus with the panties while he gently sucked her clit, and the cute furrow of the curly hairs close to her lips. 

She rocked with even more abandon on the washer, using her stomach muscles for leverage to bring her pussy more pleasure from his gently sucking and licking lips. He plunged his tongue as deep as he could get it in her juicy depths, pulling the panties even more firmly against her ass.

"Ugh! Oh! I love you Leify!" cried Lynne shrilly.

Her pussy clutched feverishly under the motions of his tongue, her contractions so strong, he knew she was having a good orgasm. He could tell by the gripping of her thighs. 

He buried his forehead in her stomach as he tasted and licked her, he wanted to be surrounded by her feminine warmth and softness as his heart felt full of the warm fuzzies that he could make her come so good.

She was still panting for him, groaning how much she loved him.

"Love you too sweetness...mmm," he groaned sweetly against her pussy his forehead snug in her stomach.

Lynne reached for the panties. She was aroused, and she wanted them off, nothing to come between the two of them.

"Leify, baby, I'm ready for you inside of me," she murmured, tugging at the waistband of her underwear. 

"No, don't take them of yet. You bought them just for me. I think we should pull them to the side, and let your man push deep inside your sung pussy in those tight panties, until I come so hard...I love being inside of you when you are wrapped up in your cute panties," he panted huskily.

Lynne looked up at him angelically.

"I love when you tell me what you want, and I can be what you want, wanna do whatever you like baby," said Lynne.

She looked up at him with the most angelic glance, just craving for his adoration and loving approval, which he loved to shower her with.

He took a moment out of their heated activities just to look lovingly into her eyes, and kiss her forehead, letting her know she was his precious angel. Lynne literally shivered with pleasure, closing her eyes.

After receiving his affectionate doting, she shifted on the washer, propped herself up on her elbows to give him more access to her body, and held the panties back with her ring finger, spreading her pussy lip apart with her index and middle finger.

The sight of her, with that ruffled denim skirt pulled up high on her upper thighs, and those yummy red panties had Leif so hard, he groaned as he unzipped his jeans, let them fall around his ankles.

And he pulled his boxers down too. Sure he had a fly hole, but with Lynne with the panties on, it was too many layers. Too much separating them, and he longed and ached for that sweet woman so much.

"You're so sexy, damn I don't think the laundry has ever been so fun before," groaned Lynne pulling him close to her by his waist pawing his naked chest

Leif chuckled.

Those cute curly hairs jumping out of the red panties, beckoning him. Oh he wanted to plunge his cock into her hard, balls deep and thrust until her pussy seized around his cock with ecstasy forcing out his sperm.

But he remembered the pep talk he just had with her about waiting for fucking. He slid his aching cock head seductively over the satiny crotch that she was holding to the side.

"Mmm, those wet panties feel so good on my dick baby," he groaned.

He ran his cockhead over the sticky wet gusset, and Lynne panted with anticipation, then let out a sweet, sensual groan as he teased her between her lips with his fat, aching head, rubbing it up and down over her swollen clitoral nub.

She chewed her lip and looked up at him expectantly, grabbing for his balls between them, squeezing them gently.

"Give it to me baby, oh god I need it filling me up down there!" she panted with that sweet, angelic hunger only she possessed.

Leif groaned too, angling his thick, aching dick so he could slide it deeply, but gently in her pussy past her panties.

Once he'd angled himself correctly, Lynne propped her feet up on both ends of the swaying washing machine, and lifted her hips to take him inside.

One his fat head started to stretch her out, she moaned with pleasure, gripping his pecks more, but this time with relief. She loved his cock in her so much she found it both pleasurable and soothing. Even though they couldn't fuck yet, his manhood stretching out her core calmed her down and quieted her squirming. 

He loved feeling like his dick contented her. 

Damn, she was tight, steamy, and juicy and he was so aroused by the idea of sexing her in the cute skirt and tight panties she bought for him, that he couldn't even think about it for long, or he would bust his load.

He groaned as his thick head surged past the outer ring of her pussy, and he felt the sweet resistance and her slippery folds melted and gave way to the pleasurable conquering of his cock.

Lynne groaned with sweet joy, enjoying the sensation of the parting of the waters. 

"I love it inside me, baby please," she whimpered, tears flowing from the corners of her beautiful eyelids.

She stiffened her entire body, jerked her beautiful hips up hard to receive his cock as the tight, cloyingly sweet heat of her femininity enveloped Leif.

"I love being inside you!" grunted Leif.

The feelings for Leif were now too intense to speak. The visual, that pretty denim skirt, fluffed about her upper thighs, revealing those long, shapely legs, panties askew, revealing the coarse sandy brown pubic hairs, his fat cock nuzzling past the red leg of the boy cut panties, and angling vulgarly into her tight, creamy little heaven. His sweet Lynne, her juicy little folds looked stretched so tight dealing with the girth of his cock as it slid past her panties, he thought he would burst at the steaminess of the visual.

"God, it fills me up so tight and good, " panted Lynne huskily against his ear.

The sweet thing was still in rapture and wonder with new feelings, each time he buried his cock in her. It gave her such pleasure she chewed those full sexy lips and squirmed all around the washing machine. 

Lynne whimpered loudly as he began to gently twirl his cock in circles inside her pussy. 

He couldn't wait to pummel his cock hard, but lovingly into her tight, expanse, just a few more weeks.

He wanted to deliver full pleasure to the beautiful woman he was about to marry. He pulled her head back gently by her curly, shoulder length hair. 

Her eyes lit up with passion and love, and she wasted no time eagerly meeting the probing explorations of his tongue, her greedy mouth and tongue sucking his own just like her greedy little hips began clutching with joy against his dick as he started angling his cock upwards, upwards into her tight femininity so that his head glided up against her g-spot.

With each stroke, her pussy throbbed around his aching dick. The smell of Lynne's arousal started to build, her heavenly scent intoxicating Leif. 

"I love you so much...god damn, your girlie smell, the pretty silky panties, shit Lynney, makes me so weak, I'm so filthy hot for you...got me smelling, and licking your used panties like a dirty, nasty dog," he panted, breathlessly. 

Calling himself a dirty, nasty dog excited him sexually, thinking about the basic, biological way that he loved her, sure his head and heart loved her, but so did his damn body, driving him to mad excesses of panty sniffing and smelling bed sheets for her feminine scent. 

Lynne and her tight red boycut panties excited him so much he tightened his ass to keep the rope of come from frothing out of the head of his dick, bringing with it, his orgasm and ending the pleasure he could give to his sweetie prematurely. 

He'd never really talked so dirty to a woman before, never felt close enough to do so, but that deep emotional and sexual closeness he felt with this woman who would soon be his wife, made him feel safe that she wouldn't judge him for being so thrilled to smell her, that he enjoyed watching her panties, and that seeing her sex fluids on them, and thinking of ejaculating on those cute dirty pussy juice stained panties drove him mad with desire. 

Things that were embarrassing, and seemed like private masturbation fodder before he could now be open with her, he learned that by how wonderfully she'd reacted to seeing him sniff her panties, and tugging his own meat. He never felt so loved, accepted, and lucky. 

Still he didn't want to go too far, but when he whispered to her, that she had him so hot, she had him feeling like a dirty, nasty dog, her eyes lit up, and glimmered into his own with the most beautiful mixture of adoration and lust. And he saw something else there too, complete acceptance! 

"Leify, I love for you to be my big, filthy, dirty man. I love that you love my panties. I want you to misbehave however you like with me, and my panties, smell them, lick them, love me in them, whatever you want to do with them is okay by me," she purred, swaying her hips sensually into his own.

Damn, he loved her so much, he buried his head in her neck to conceal the lump in his throat and the water in his eyes. His dick ached and felt full, but so did his heart. To be able to share his secret filthy desires and have her so accommodating and loving towards his feelings made him feel accepted and loved on an emotional level, not just a sexual way, and it was mind boggling for Leif, gave him more insight as to why Lynne cried with emotional joy when they had sex. 

He loved her so much he wanted to inhale her! Nothing seemed like it was letting him get close enough, and he found his nose buried in the sweet, fragrant crease of her armpit, smelling like Lynne's lavender deodorant, and her natural smell. She had such a lovely scent, and he felt overloaded with joy, all her pheromones under his nose,

Leif loved that it was okay to smell her armpit,that he didn't need to hide his basic, chemical attraction to her scents and flavors. She felt what he was doing, that he was nuzzling her armpit, and she chuckled with joy amidst his thrusts and adjusted her t-shirt sleeve so that he could nuzzle his face into her naked armpit. 

So much love to accompany the strong feelings of sexual pleasure as he swayed his hips seductively over her own, bringing his head nudging up against her g-spot again, as he felt it start to swell, and press backwards against her pubic bone as Lynne swayed in ecstasy, groaning her love for him as the washing machine picked up speed. When her gspot swelled up like that, he knew she was being pleased, and she'd orgasm soon. 

She looked a bit alarmed at the increase in jostling from the washing machine, and sat up a little bit, moving her ass off the edge of the washer. 

He calmly pushed her back down into the vibrations with gentle hands.

"It's fine. The load is just unsettled. I love everything to make your sweet pussy feel good, it's why I sat you up here," he panted.

And then, it was as though he'd given her permission, now she bounced wildly against the vibrations of both the washing machine and against the sweet, loving circles he twirled his dick in.

Now his sweetie would feel the pleasure from his cock, and the bumpy ride their washing machine gave her, and he watched her pretty face from his vantage point near her armpit, then the rest of her lovely body, as Lynne curled her toes and brought his lips over into her neck. It made Leif grateful, he could hide there, and did not have to worry about if some shit should accidentally fall out of the corner of his eye by mistake.

"Do you want me to come in your pretty panties? Make them sticky with my come," he groaned, tenderly stroking her breasts, and those firm nipples through that soft cotton t-shirt. 

Shit! It was hard talking dirty and fighting the urge to come, he squeezed his ass muscles together so hard he knew his ass was turning bright pink.

"Yes, fill them up with your hot, sticky love, and I'll wear them close to my pussy all night baby, I won't...I won't take them off until my big, nasty, dirty man says I can," she moaned softly for him.

"My sweet, dirty little goddess. Hush your sexy mouth up right now, you're gonna make me come too fast! Gonna nut all in your pretty panties, and there won't be none left for you Lynney," he moaned urgently.

He pulled her back by her neck and kissed her neck even harder, groaning. He hoped his cutie was near her orgasm. One more peep from that sweet urban accent babbling about the naughty things he could do with her panties, and he was going to explode his hot, sticky seed everywhere, and there would be no more pleasuring his adorable Lynne with his dick. 

"I'd want you to nut in my panties, get them all hot and sticky, and filthy, just save some come for my pussy too," she panted huskily, that lilting little New York accent driving him mad.

She looked at him with those big, innocent light brown eyes, and he felt his heart and dick melting by equal measure, the luscious cutie giving him that lusty, dirty talk because she knew it excited him. Lynne could tell that was the part of him that was sneaking in her panties and masturbating, and she loved to satisfy him. 

And he felt damn lucky for that!

Even though she was shy, she wore a sweet glimmer of a smile, and It melted him along with her dancing brown eyes, her features contorting into a fuck face, teetering near the edge of her orgasm. 

She swayed her hips seductively into his own, and grabbed his hips, moving her hips in these delicate little circles that caused him to groan, while it felt like her juicy pussy was kissing and sucking the come from his shaft.

"My little goddess, fuck, sweetheart, I love you," he moaned. 

Even though he was near the peak, he curled his toes, and held on for her, angling her legs up higher, and thrusting his head marvelously against her g-spot, giving her that sweet firm pressure that she needed, while he reached under the crotch of her panties with gentle fingers, rubbing her softly over those coarse hairs, and her sweet little button, he wanted to overload Lynne's body with joy until she short circuited into the sweetest orgasm.

"Ugh...Mmm...Leify, I'm coming so good baby!" she cried. 

She clutched at his pectorals through his shirt so sharply, that he didn't even need to feel the rapid clutching of her pussy through her panties, and her urgent groan to tell him the story.

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, hard.

"Fuck...I love you Leify...so damn good to me. I want you to come in my panties Leify, come in them hard," she murmured, her pussy throbbing around his cock as she bounced off the washing machine, and up towards his dick with delight.

He finally was free to give into the sensations he craved, enjoying the visual, his beautiful goddess sprawled up against the washing machine, her skirt lifted brazenly, exposing her cute little panties and his cock thrusting lustily inside her. 

Leif could hardly take the visual, but her wet innards were hot and tight, and those silky, lacy boy cut panties actually kept him from being able to ram his cock in her hard, the way they deprived him of being able to tunnel his cock deeply within her made the part of his shaft that was not covered in her gooey goodness ache with longing.

It felt like the bottom was dropping out of his stomach, and he needed to claim, possess, a part of this beautiful woman he was about to marry, so he pulled her head backwards, a bit roughly, pillaging her mouth hard with his tongue, expressing with his lips, what he could not yet express with his dick. 

She groaned, gripped his shoulders, and he released her mouth, kissing her forehead and groaning with his pleasure.

He yanked the panties upwards into her ass, savagely, and Lynne groaned with pleasure, her pussy starting to clutch against his throbbing cock again, another orgasm for Lynne. Multiples! 

Shit! He loved to make her feel good. He knew the panties felt good against her ass, but he was also pulling them up to allow himself to penetrate her pussy better. 

"Damn, I love coming in your sexy panties Lynney," he panted, lifting her shirt, his rough fingertips gently fingering her hardening nipples, as Lynne groaned with delight. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 42



His dick tingled so hard it ached with the sweetest of all pleasures, and he lurched his cock upwards, out of the moistened folds that were giving him so much pleasure, making sure to splatter the joyous ripple of his seed outside her pussy lips, and filthily on the panty crotch, and he groaned again and again, with satisfaction, watching her perfect, silky, red lacy panties with a dampening, ever darkening spot of his virile cum mixed with her heavenly, musky vagina fluids.

She looked into his eyes angelically chewing her lips, and slid her hand down her stomach, rubbing and pressing the cum stained panties between her lips and over her clit. 

Such a sexy sight, and she was doing it to please him, he almost came again! 

"Mmm, nice and messy. I hope you came so good, it feels good in my panties, warm and good, just like it feels to lay in your arms," she murmured with contentment. 

She leaned up on her elbows and kissed his forehead, never letting her eyes leave his in her worshipful gaze.

"Baby yeah, one of the best times I ever came. Love you so much sweet thing!" he cried.

He picked her up off of the washing machine by her waist as Lynne chuckled with surprise and delight. He spun her around, and around in his arms and she held him tight.

"I love you too Leify," she cried, giggling with giddiness as he spun her around in the tight space of the laundry room.

But he couldn't help himself. The same way he supposed she felt free emotionally when she enjoyed his cuddling, and love, he felt free sexually, vividly free, and warm, and finally able to share all the lusty thoughts running through his head for her. Nothing to hide, and it made him certain in his heart she was meant to be his wife. Still, he couldn't resist playing with her, about the panties, she'd mistakenly left on the floor of their bedroom, that started all of this shit in the first place. 

"It was naughty of you...to forget to wear those panties you know. Showing my cute little ass, jiggling on the subway. The next time I might have to give you a spanking," he teased.

"Of course. I think I deserve a big spanking when I leave my panties behind. Besides, if I'm not wearing my panties all day, it doesn't leave you anything to sniff on later. I didn't mean to leave the house without my panties, and I was very embarrassed Leify, until I brought this pair, I promise," she said, cuddling under his neck.

"I know you didn't mean to leave them darling. You're so sweet and shy, and you normally mean to be a good little wifey in training. Next time, I might make you earn back your panties. This time your punishment is to keep those panties smelling good with your juices, and the scent of our sex, until I tell you to take them off," he said playfully stroking her lip with his index finger.

"Yes baby, I'll be a good girl and serve my punishment, but I have to admit that I love the feeling of your sticky come in my lacy panties," she murmured softly.

"Well, I can get the crotch of your panties nice and sticky for you whenever you want," he purred softly.

"I think I'd like that. And...I'll have my pair waiting for you to sniff, or come in, or do just about what you well please with them whenever you want baby," she crooned softly.

Leif sighed with delight. This was what love was, and the sex feelings, made it even deeper for him, the more she allowed him to virile, the more it seemed he was drawn into a world of tenderness and closeness with her. 

He placed her gently on her feet.

Lynne's stomach growled close to his belly. 

"Mmm, I'm hungry after that good lovin'. What do you want for dinner," she murmured stretching and yawning and pawing her adorable flat stomach.

"You're not fixing any dinner. You've got a lot going on. You've got the wedding going on, packing for California, and tending to your naughty groom, and his panty fantasies. Why don't you put on something comfortable, keep my new cum stained panties on though, and let me worry about dinner," said Leif with a smile.

"You're gonna cook me dinner? Leif you can barely boil water! What are you fixing let me help you baby," murmured Lynne protectively.

Leif chuckled hard.

"Hey, who says that a man can't learn to cook. I'm gonna surprise you one of these days. But, in the meantime, I was planning on ordering you some carry out. Whatever you like," said Leif placing a pile of menus on the kitchen table in front of her.

Lynne chuckled before picking up the sushi menu, and pointing to some things that she wanted.

"I'm sick of you laughing at my cooking skills. I'm gonna learn, and then show you that I know a thing or two about feeding my wife's hungry belly," said Leif.

"You do know how to fill my hungry belly. With that fat, pink, delicious cock of yours," teased Lynne, sticking her tongue out at Leif.

He chuckled. 

***

Leif appeared to be so grateful for her loving response to catching him red handed in the laundry hamper sniffing her panties and masturbating. Honestly, she was flattered that he loved her so much that smelling her panties thrilled her, and was something that helped him get off sexually. 

Honestly, she'd been worried when she heard the moaning coming from the laundry room. She didn't know why she thought the worse, with the sweet, sexual noises he was making, she'd been worried about their being a girl in there. But then, because there was no noise coming from another person, she'd also slightly worried that he might be looking at some girlie magazines or something. 

While Lynne was grown up enough to realize that looking at naked pictures was not the same as cheating with another woman, her stomach felt sick with jealousy imagining Leif pouring over naked pictures of another woman's body, becoming filled with such lust, he had to masturbate, and doubtless, dream about fucking some other woman. So, finding that she was the only woman in his heart, even in his fantasies was thrilling, and reassuring to Lynne. She loved Leif, and she didn't want any other women in his heart when he had sexual thoughts, real or imagined.

But this playing with her panties and sniffing them if she wasn't around to please him? In Lynne's mind, that was fair game, it was quite normal for a man to need his own private release. She didn't mind if he enjoyed her panties, or even if sneaking them was thrilling, as long as hers were the only panties. 

And catching him playing with himself? As long as he had enough love left to get it up for her, she didn't mind if he played with himself. It was evidence of his virility. It was fucking sexy as hell to catch him red handed with his hand clutched around that big ass cock of his!

He'd been so cute and naughty with his pants around his ankles, big blue eyes looking embarrassed and ashamed. But she didn't want Leif feeling ashamed. Male sexuality was demonized so often, and she saw nothing wrong with him wanting to have some fun, and having raw, yet passionate desires, enjoying her frilly panties for the smell and feel. 

But what was most touching for Lynne, was how happy and loving he looked when she reassured him that what he was doing was okay, and sensual, and turned her on. She meant it too. They should share and explore all aspects of their desires for one another. 

She felt him getting choked up and emotional against her armpit, when he was smelling her while they made love. Lynne didn't know whether or not he was actually crying a little bit, and she respected his right not to appear to vulnerable, to want to be as masculine as possible as he stretched out her pussy, but she could clearly tell that he was moved by being able to be truly what he felt was "nasty" in her presence, and knowing that Lynne loved him anyway, still adored him, and respected him as a man.

When he'd wanted to talk dirty, and feel like he was a filthy dog for wanting to smell her panties, and she gave that talk back to him, his eyes lit up not only with the steamiest of all sexuality, but he looked positively lovesick. She mostly called him her filthy, nasty man, to arouse him, but he loved that talk so much, it turned her on a little bit too! And his sweet, vulnerability with his desires made her love him more. Whatever he wanted, in terms of titillation and stimulation, she was happy to give it to him. 

And she knew then and there that no other woman had ever had a hold on his heart that way she had. He may have had sex, or fucked other women, but he hadn't been close enough to them, to show his truly animal side. She felt lucky to be the one to open this side of him, and in a lot of ways, he was an emotional virgin even though he had a lot of sexual experience. 

Showing his freaky side, hell, that was how men felt close to their women, and deepened their love, just like she felt when she cuddled him and he nourished her emotionally. She didn't mind her playful punishment to wear the panties her man had jizzed in. 

She liked the feeling of his come in her anyway. She liked to think of it as his love deposits, which he never let her feel for long, he usually tried to clean it off of her as best he could, even if she got to enjoy it a little bit, he still got the majority of it with their come games. Her man had a fetish for her panties, and playing with his come that had pooled inside her. No wonder he went mad climaxing on the crotch of her panties, as it combined his desires! She enjoyed indulging his private kink. 

It was fun for her to mash those panties up against her lips and clit while he looked at her with horny, feverish eyes. Seeing how much it excited him made it arousing for her to masturbate the sticky panties close to her crotch.

But, most of all, she enjoyed all the love, and doting she got from him when the intercourse was over. He squeezed her and held her so tight, and tenderly, spinning her all around until she was dizzy, she could feel in that moment that the sex that they just shared had strengthened their emotional core, and it was beautiful to Lynne to see the way these feelings interplayed off of each other.

So, if he wanted to extend the delight of the fantasy a little bit longer by having her parade around panties that he'd stained with his cum, until he told her to take them off, she was more than willing to oblige. She loved being his special girl, soon to be wifey!

She put on a short little house robe that barely covered the red panties, stiff with her juices and his come. 

When the takeout came, she returned to the living room, in her little robe. Leif had spread out all the platters of sushi on the coffee table. 

"Come to your man baby," he'd crooned, and she'd taken her favorite spot on his lap, splayed her sticky crotch across his knee.

He fed her the sushi with his chopsticks, covering each piece generously with wasabi like she loved. He was gentle when he fed her, kept kissing her forehead and murmuring about how much he loved her, and couldn't wait until she was really his wifey.

It fed her soul, especially with the feelings of abandonment and conditional love she'd experienced before. She'd read a book about love languages earlier in their relationship, and clearly, letting him come on her panties was speaking to Leif in his love language.

Since he nourished her soul with feelings of affection, security and care, she decided to nourish him with what he needed too, and she pushed the coffee table out, just a little bit, and lifted one of her legs at an angle, so he could see her come and pussy juice stained crotch, as she showed him the surprise she'd gotten him. She hadn't been able to show him earlier, her plans were derailed by their sex, but she was thrilled to present him with the sugar cookies that he loved, which were the same color as her complexion.

She heated up the cookies for him just slightly in the microwave, so that they would be warm and chewy like he loved.

Then, she sat in his lap, spreading her legs so he could see the panties that he'd made filthy with their loving, then pulled his face down and cradled him against her neck as she fed him the warm, chewy cookies.

"Mmm, My, my lynney I love you so much," murmured Leif, his hand trailing the sticky crotch, and he was chewing the cookie contentedly.

He sniffed his fingers, and then her hair, as he finished his cookie.

"Not as sweet as your little cookies. Lynney, I want to again...just...just wanna taste and smell, just want to eat your cookie baby," he murmured softly.

He nuzzled her crotch, inhaling deeply, several times, and then quickly removed her panties, and lay her back on throw pillows, spreading her legs wide.

Lynne could only feel lucky that he loved her smell so much he was craving to taste her in a way that was so satisfying to her sexually.

She groaned and jostled her hips over and over again for the delights of his tongue until she had a satisfying orgasm. After that was through, he took her by the hand, let her to the bathroom, where he washed her pussy tenderly, dried her off, and then led her into the bedroom.

He dotingly stroked her cheek.

"Let me pick out a fresh, clean, dry pair of panties for you to sleep comfortably, you've been very good, and I think you learned the lesson about leaving your panties by mistake," he added playfully with a loving tone in his voice. 

Just the little things in this relationship. She didn't give a damn if it was right or wrong, or not, but being cared for, nurtured, and pampered when she'd had the weight of the world on her shoulders before, and had suffered emotional torment made her feel so good and safe. It felt good to be spoiled, and have Leif pick out her underwear for the evening.

He picked out a nice, white, cotton boycut pair, and she put them on, and retired to the covers, at Leif's insistence.

"You've had a long day, and there's a longer one tomorrow. My special woman is picking out her wedding dress. Go on to sleep," he crooned.

He peeled back the covers, tucked her in, and kissed her forehead.

Then, Leif went to dutifully clean up the living room, and remove the takeout trash. Lynne fell asleep long before Leif returned to the bedroom. She was awoken by feeling the cool breeze when he lifted the covers and then nestled close to cuddle her.

She half thought that the clock on their night table was playing tricks on her eyes. She knew she'd fallen asleep a little after 11:00 PM, but the clock on the night table read 3:00 AM. 

That was late, and Leif normally went to bed at the same time, or soon after she did! But, Lynne didn't think much about it, perhaps he'd started watching a movie or something on TV, was her final thought before drifting off asleep again, nuzzling in his arms, as he'd guided her onto his chest to cuddle. 

*****



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 43



When Leif had been planning to surprise Lynne with a visit from her granny during the wedding, he truly hadn't counted on how difficult it would be to score last minute tickets from New Orleans to New York in three short weeks.

All night last evening, he'd been up on the computer on orbitz, expedia, and other travel sites looking for tickets. He could barely find any tickets, and those tickets that he did find had astronomical costs, well over three to four times as much as tickets would cost him if the trip were three months away instead of three weeks away.

After he'd cleaned up the kitchen, he'd stayed up far later than he'd planned on staying up, searching out those tickets. He missed Lynne's warmth and the feeling of her breath close to his chest, but he looked at getting the tickets as business he had to take care of, private business that Lynne should never discover, no matter how much he would prefer to be sleeping close to her, making love to her, or tickling her feet with his own, disturbing her playfully as she tried to fall asleep. Were she to discover what he was cooking up it would ruin the surprise.

He hated for her to go to sleep on her own like that, and felt even guiltier when he pulled the covers back and the coolness in the room when she was wearing noting but panties startled her awake in the middle of the evening. She'd shifted her body and rolled closer to him, but Lynne's observant eyes noticed everything and he saw her look over at the clock, and through her glance in the moonlight, he could see even though she was sleepy, a quizzical expression. After she glanced at the clock frowned up her cute little face, because she could hardly make out the numbers of the clock with her poor eyesight without her glasses, but he knew she saw the time because she'd rubbed her eyes and blinked several times reading the red letters. 

Sometimes he wished that little creature wasn't so damn smart! She'd been looking quizzically at the clock and even though she was half alseep, she knew he'd gotten to bed at three AM, and eventually, she would want some answers about why he was up so late. He was so angry he hadn't been able to find some fucking tickets at prices that were not cutthroat. Up all night, and still no closer to getting the tickets for his sweetie's grandma.

He knew he needed to wrap up his searching quick and close in on a ticket deal, lest Lynne grow overly suspicious. One thing about the little creature, she was inquisitive, curious and smart, and she asked a million questions when she wanted to know something. She could be a bit nosy at times, and usually he found it cute, but he wanted to find those tickets before she got a chance to query him.

***

The next morning, Lynne was so excited to be searching for her wedding gown with Janelle. She'd picked out several choices in modern bride. Her favorite was a white scoop necked dress with very intricate beading that stopped right under her knees, and a very long pretty flowing train was attached. The dress was form fitting, and it was tight, but not too tight, and would be a nice showcase for that pear shaped figure she had. The beading made the dress look elegant, the scooped neck a nice accent for her broad shoulders, yet small bust. The shorter length of the gown made it unique and gave it an airy elegance that was perfect for the opening part of the ceremony at the beach front, yet it was formal enough for the church, and practical enough for her to have a good time dancing with Leif at their reception. 

Also, being t-length, the dress did not make her appear short, even though she was petite, Lynne felt that a floor length gown would dwarf her, as short as she was. 

Janelle agreed that Lynne's desired dress was a nice choice. 

They were looking for something similar to her modern bride magazine selection, at the bridal shop. Lynne didn't think they could get identical, since this gown was designed by Rachael Roy, a famous fashion designer. She would be happy with a similar knock off.

When they walked into the Bridal store, Lynne felt teary. It made her reflect on the deep love she felt in her heart for Leif, and how she'd loved him, almost from the second she saw him, and couldn't believe in three short weeks she would be his wife, and carry his last name. 

But, seeing all the pretty white dresses, she felt a nagging glimmer of self-doubt, due to the old fashioned way she'd been raised by her parents, the old demons creeping back in slightly.

Lynne did a detour away from the pretty white gowns, and into a section with beautiful ivory colored gowns.

"Hey, I thought that Rachel Roy dress you wanted was white," said Janelle, running her fingers quizzically through her afro.

"Well it is," said Lynne.

"So, why the hell are we looking at these off white dresses?" said Janelle.

"Well...I...I want to see what it looks like in off white," said Lynne.

"I'm telling you, you want pure white, that's gonna look better. A private pre-ceremony at the beach. Ceremony at the church? Reception in Leif's parents back yard. Even though you two are hippies and are going to do some weird shit on the beach, it's a traditional wedding. And, people are gonna want to see you wearing a white dress. It's just more traditional than ivory or cream," said Janelle.

"And that's just it. It's a traditional wedding, and most of those people know that I have been living with Leif for six months. So they know I can't really wear a white gown. I probably should wear something beige," said Lynne.

"Excuse me, while I check the calendar on my iPhone. Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know the year was nineteen-fucking-forty five. Sis? What the hell is getting into you again," sighed Janelle.

"It's...It's nothing. I mean, I know it's old fashioned, but technically I'm not supposed to wear white, I mean the shit I'm doing with Leif already," said Lynne.

She wasn't frowning though, giggling and blushing. She remembered all the things her mother used to try to impress upon her about really keeping herself so she could truly wear a white gown, not just in show like so many other women.

"Do you know how many women go down the aisle six months pregnant and shit wearing a white gown?" said Janelle shaking her head.

"I mean, I know they might but it's-"

"Shut the hell up. You are being old fashioned and churchy and I'm not letting you ruin shit for yourself. You're hardly living in sin with Leif. You might not be married but you'll be married in a few short weeks. Hell you two have had the shortest courtship and engagement than I've ever seen. I think it's cute as hell, getting married six months after meeting each other. Now what color do you really want to wear," said Janelle.

"White...but I..."

"But nothing. What color gown do you think Leif expects you to wear? White? Or Beige. Most of these beige gowns look mature, and they are meant for women who have already been married before, that's why they are not so flashy. If your love for that boy is pure, consider yourself a virgin, and go ahead with the fucking white gown," said Janelle.

Lynne was a little stubborn, and she started looking through the beige gowns anyway, to see if she could find that Rachel Roy dress in beige.

"That's it. I'm getting vanilla Bob Marley prince charming on the Lynne to settle this shit," said Janelle.

She snatched Lynne's iPhone, which Lynne was holding, looking at her dress selection, and it was unlocked. Janelle simply pressed the last call button, knowing the last call was probably to Leif, and it was.

The phone rang and rang.

Leif didn't pick up.

"I'm surprised he's not picking up if he knows it's his Lynney, as he always calls you," said Janelle.

"He might be busy. He's been acting very weird lately. I don't know what's gotten into him," said Lynne.

The behavior with sniffing her panties was strange but she embraced it wholeheartedly. She thought it was sexy and adorable. But she couldn't figure out why he was up all hours of the night last night. She didn't want to worry about it unless he started making habits of it. Maybe he couldn't sleep because he was secretly as excited and nervous about their wedding as she was.

"Oh, that's normal. Men always go through some things when they are about to get married. He loves you, but that's really normal shit, or so I hear," said Janelle offhandedly.

Lynne listened and nodded, because even though Janelle hadn't been married before, Lynne also knew that men often acted strange and got cold feet, and Janelle was wise for picking up on that.

Lynne kept looking through the beige dresses.

"I did find a t-length scoop neck dress, look at that," said Lynne.

"And when you try it on, it'll look like little house on the prairie shit! It's too loose, you need something just like you circled in the magazine, to hug that fabulous ass and those legs you have. And that dress is elegant with the beads and stuff. Not this thing here, it's for an older woman, it's not nearly as beaded. I'm telling you that dress screams I'm forty years old, and it's my second or third marriage. That's not what I want to see you in. It ain't what he'll want to see you in either," said Janelle.

She still had Lynne's iPhone in her hand and tried dialing Leif again.

He still wouldn't pick up.

"This fool is just not picking up," said Janelle.

"He might be running. He won't pick up then. Or maybe he's in the shower or something," said Lynne.

"I'm telling you, what he's gonna want, is to see you in a white dress. Heavens you have this boy fooled, he thinks you are a cherub, a little earth angel, and as innocent as they day is long. Apparently he hasn't seen how hard you can puff a joint yet," teased Janelle.

"You mean little old me? He's seen me smoke a joint or too, but I don't know what you mean about, how hard I puff a joint," said Lynne batting her eyelashes playfully.

"Like hell you don't, I hated to have you around when we had a bag of grass in college, I knew it was all getting huffed up before you went back to your dead ass parent's house," said Janelle.

Lynne busted into laugher. She also didn't see any dresses she really liked on the ivory side, even though she really wanted to find something similar to the Rachel Roy dress in ivory, because she would have felt much less guilty about wearing that color than the virginal white. 

"Okay, let's look at the white dresses now," said Lynne, moving to the aisle where the majority of the white dresses were in her petite size.

"So...so Leif has been acting strange lately. He just...I don't know. Just weird and then last night he was up so late. Sounded like he was on our laptop because I heard him clicking keys and shit. I wondered what he was up to. It was like three am when he got to bed. I'm trying not to make a big deal out of it, because I don't want to smother him, but it's not usual behavior for him. I'm just keeping an eye on it though," said Lynne, as she searched through the dress racks. 

"Yeah...don't smother him. Sometimes when you smother a man, it makes that kind of behavior worse. I mean. I really wouldn't worry about it. He's a man about to make the biggest commitment of his life. And...I don't abide by cheating, but as long as he is only window-shopping. I didn't take Leif to be a window shopper but, hell Lynne, all men do it, and I guess it's better you find that out now than be sad and shocked later," said Janelle.

Lynne looked at Janelle quizzically. She hated when Janelle tried to be hip and talked in riddles. It was the Journalist in her friend. But Lynne didn't know what the hell she was saying about Leif, window shopping, and wanted the straight shit. 

"Just come out with it, and speak English," said Lynne.

"Damn it you are thick headed sis. Window shopping. Umm...maybe looking at porn. He probably thinks this is the end of his life as a single man, and just wanted to enjoy a little more window shopping, I guess, " said Janelle.

As soon as Janelle made this accusation, Lynne's eyes filled with tears.

"No! I don't think he's doing that. Why, just because he was up late one night on the computer? Maybe he's looking up shit for the things he's doing for the wedding like the grooms gifts, and the dj and stuff," said Lynne.

"That's fine if it's easier for you to accept. I'm not saying that's what he's doing, but late at night sneaking around on the computer? I had an ex who used to do that. And I turned him into an ex mainly because he looked at that shit so much he couldn't get it up for me. Now, as long as Leif's not doing it so much he's not getting it up, you don't have a thing to worry about. In fact, I'd let him know that I know, and it's okay as long as he has enough dick for me. If he starts acting like Mr. Floppy call him out on his shit and make him embarrassed that he's looking at so much porn he can't even perform for a real woman. But really Lynne, all men occasionally look at Porn. Even, it seems, Leif. Don't let it ruin your relationship, and your wedding. You two are so great together, and you're gonna be really happy!" said Janelle.

"Well it is going to ruin my relationship and my happy new marriage. I don't want him looking at other women naked. That shit hurts. I want to be the only woman he wants to see naked. If he's gonna do that shit, he needs to hide it better. But I don't even think we are being fair to Leif, we've got him looking at porn and pulling it, and I haven't even out and out asked him about why his behavior is odd lately. It could be that's not it," said Lynne.

"It could be, you might be right, but don't be surprised, or too hurt if it isn't. I told you how to handle it. Demand, insist, that he take care of your sex needs first, and what he does after that, looking at those girlie pics is okay, because, he's probably gonna do that anyway if that's what he does. You could look at pics of men yourself, he might stop, might make him Jealous," said Janelle. 

"I don't think he's looking at girlie websites. I don't think he needs that stuff for his personal times," said Lynne.

She remembered, catching Leif red handed with the panties just a few short days ago. That seemed like what he was using as his masturbation aides, not that nasty ass xxx porn in the corner of the torrent websites. 

"Leif's a good man, but he's not a patron saint. No men are. I have to admit I'm surprised at Leif doing this a little bit, but I think most men, probably all, look at porn. Don't let it ruin shit for you. Insist he take care of your needs first, and put him in his place. I can give you plenty of great sites, and maybe even a flick or two, you can play. You might even let him catch you, and let him know you like porn too. It'll either make him jealous, and he'll stop, or he'll open up and be a little more honest about what he is seeking out with the porn that you all aren't doing," said Janelle. 

Janelle's ideas, and all the game playing and shit was making Lynne's mind spin. She and Leif always had a quite an open relationship, not any these crazy accusations and tactics to make each other jealous. 

And, given what had occurred in the Laundry room, Lynne thought they were being more open about their sexual needs than ever before. 

Perhaps there was some other explanation for Leif's strange behavior.

Lynne dialed Leif's number again, wanting to get his opinion on the dress colors, just to be sure.

***

When Leif picked up the phone, Lynne noticed he was unusually out of breath. 

But, when she asked him if he'd been outside running, he demurred, but didn't say why he was out of breath.

More strange behavior! She was going to need to talk to him soon.

Or, maybe he was just being fresh with her panties like he did yesterday, she did after all, leave him behind a pair.

"Are you in the linen closet like yesterday. I left something behind for you," she purred sexily.

She thought she'd disguised her meaning so that it would be clear to Leif, but her nosey friend would have no reference that she was teasing Leif, or fishing for information about him sniffing her panties.

"Huh? What? No...I'm...I'm just umm...trying to do stuff. What do you need babe?" asked Leif with a hint of impatience in his voice.

"Doing what," asked Lynne twirling her hair around her finger like she sometimes did when she was curious.

"Sheesh sweetie, what are you now, a lawyer. Just stuff. Boring shit. Totally. Don't you trust me? Don't worry about it cutie. Now, what can your man do for you? I thought you were looking at wedding gowns. It's too early for dirty talk, but I can make love to you with my words if you want me too. You better hop on over to the bathroom first, so you can give yourself the proper attention alone," he teased.

"You're nasty, and silly, all at the same time. I'll save my dirty talk for at home. And...I don't know why I called you. Janelle wanted me to call you. And just...I guess get your opinion on a dress," said Lynne.

"Baby, now I thought you wanted to do the old fashioned thing where I didn't know a thing about the dress. You don't want me to know what you're wearing do you? I don't think I should know about your gown, and you already made that call, said it would be a surprise for me. That's cool with me. Besides, not knowing gives me something to look forward to, and I can't wait to see you in your beautiful white dress," said Leif warmly.

"Oh, I'm not going to tell you how the dress will be styled...but...but I was thinking about another color. Like maybe getting an ivory gown, instead of pure white," said Lynne.

"Okay...Okay...I guess as long as it's somewhat white, it shouldn't matter. You'll be beautiful no matter what you wear. I thought you were gonna say like black, or some wild pastel color and shit. Seems okay by me, if you really want to wear cream, it's your day baby," said Leif lovingly.

Janelle was hovering near the phone, and could hear what Leif was saying through the other side of the phone. 

"You need to tell him why!" said Janelle, and before Lynne could even tell Leif, she'd taken the phone.

"She thinks she really can't wear white because the two of you are living together right now. She had found a fly white dress in a book that she has! It's nice enough to make your eyes pop, not so nasty that people will be calling her a slut. Perfect blend just like she is on stage. And, she doesn't want to get it in a white color, because she thinks that only a real virgin should wear white," said Janelle.

Lynne could hear Leif sighing through the other side of her iPhone. 

"Put Lynney on this line," said Leif.

"Baby I-" Lynne started to defend her feelings, but Leif quickly cut her off.

"Is it true, what she's saying? That you think that you shouldn't wear white because it was wrong to sleep with me before marriage, and only real virgins wear white? Do you know how many women whose weddings I have been to who really should be wearing coal black gowns by your standards who proudly wear white? Some of them, even having their fucking kids marching down the aisle as ring bearers and flower girls-" said Leif.

"Yeah, but I was taught that the white dress meant something. I was taught that...that...well, I have no business wearing it, even though it's pretty, and they might talk about me since we live together and I-"

"Oh sweetness, what have I been telling you? I'm working very hard to nurture, and support you, and provide care and love as your man, because it was sorely lacking before. And mommy and daddy, and that stupid fucking church, they didn't do all that was necessary to you the tools that you need baby to think the best of yourself, so I love giving you what you missed, care and love, and watching how it lights up that beautiful soul you have. And part of that care and love, is to tell you when you are being limited in some way by your background. Not wearing a white dress because you feel guilty for no reason, if that's the color you really want is limiting yourself," said Leif, with that patient, gentle tone that he got.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 43



He made Lynne's heart melt, with that tender security that bolstered her, but she still persisted a little bit, she wanted to be sure that he really wanted her to wear white, that he really thought it was okay, so she could feel okay about really wearing white. 

"But you said it was okay before," said Lynne.

"That was when I thought you wanted off white because it was a fashion choice. Sweetheart, you are going to be my precious little wifey. You are not damaged goods in my eyes, or anyone else who will be attending the wedding. And your Gran, she knows we live together and she thinks you are a fine young woman. Now, I want you to have a lot of fun dress shopping today, and I want you to pick the dress that you like in your heart, and not listen to any dogma, or bullshit inside your head that your parents have fed you. You're a grown woman, so I don't want to tell you that you have to wear pure white, but you need to get what Lynney wants, not the color that you've been indoctrinated to think that a woman whose already had sex should wear. Is it making sense," asked Leif patiently.

"Yes baby, it helps a lot. It really does. It makes me...makes me think I should be getting white, because I always dreamed of marrying in white, even when I was a little girl. But I had no idea that it would be to a man who was so beautiful as you are. Inside, and out. Yeah, yeah, I love the white gowns. I just...the symbolism of it all, was making me think, I should go for something beige," said Lynne.

"Let me put it another way...Is your love for me pure Lynney? Do you want to hold anyone else? Kiss another man? Have sex with another man, or suck his cock?" asked Leif.

"Of course not!" said Lynne, and the idea of it was really repulsive to her. Those things were now reserved for she and Leif.

"Good answer Lynney! I feel the same way. So, that right there is your purity oath, or your chastity oath, or whatever they are attaching the wearing of white dresses to in those ridiculous ass fundamentalist Christian churches this month. That's your purity. You are pure, because you only want to be sexual with me, like I only want to be sexual with you. Does that help you sweetheart? Because I know guilt runs deep the way you were raised. I want to give you the tools you need to feel comfortable in your heart," added Leif patiently. 

He was so good to her. She'd never known what it was like to have someone check in with her the way Leif did and nourish her emotionally. It was the care she should have gotten when younger, but it was never to late to bask in that warm feeling that started to burn for him under her heart and travel into her belly.

She started wearing a goofy grin.

"You...you're giving me the tools I need. It helps a lot," said Lynne, hoping he could hear her smiling through the phone.

"Good baby. Good. If you really feel guilty about it, the wedding is only three weeks away. I could sleep on the couch for three weeks, and refrain from touching you, so you can really feel like a virgin again in three weeks. God, it will be hard not loving on your pussy, but I'm willing to do that sweetheart. Damn I never thought I'd ever say some shit like that, I'm willing to forgo sex with my woman for a period of time before the wedding if it makes her feel better. That love for you that I feel is so deep, crazy shit goes falling out of my fucking lips before I realize it," he quipped.

Lynne giggled. He did present an attractive offering, as it would make sex more special on the honeymoon, and lessen her guilt, but she didn't know if she had the fortitude to be able to resist Leif, sleeping in the same house with him.

"I know this must make me your horny little woman, but I don't think I have the strength not to give in to my desires if you sleep on the couch, I'll just be going right out there in the living room where you are, and laying right up under your heart, and making love with you," purred Lynne softly.

"God, I'm going to be sick," gasped Janelle in the background. 

"Well, I love hearing that you need me inside you so badly. Hell, I need to be in you that badly. Not trying to toot my own horn, but I can't believe how unselfish I am to even suggest it. Well, you just let me know if you change your mind baby girl. And...and I expect to see a pretty white dress in a few weeks, okay, I want my baby to have whatever her heart wants," he crooned softly.

"Yeah, you will. I promise to get what I want in my heart, the white gown. Oh Leif, I love you," said Lynne.

"Love you too baby doll. Can't wait until the wedding day to see your beautiful white gown. Now, I've got some shit to do, okay, so I'll see you when you get home," said Leif.

They bid their goodbyes, and Lynne hung up the phone. She then flagged down a sales associate to see if she could find that Rachel Roy dress...in pure white. 

Leif would never be able to imagine how much his reassurance that he felt like she was pure in her heart and her soul meant to her. It had given her an unshakable confidence to walk proudly down the aisle wearing white towards his loving embrace, in spite of the way she was raised.

Her father and mother taught her that she was nothing if she couldn't truly wear white. But Leif loved her and felt like she was pure even if she was very sexual with him, and he wanted her to have the colors, and dress she always wanted, because he loved her so intensely.

The dress was gorgeous, the perfect blend of the sexy, the elegant, and the fashion forward, just like Lynne was. And, wearing it, she felt like a princess, and knew that this was just how Leif wanted her to feel. He wanted his baby to get the white dress she wanted! 

***

Leif was getting disgusted trying to find these airline tickets now! He simply wanted to surprise the woman he loved more than anything and he was angry that the universe seemed to be conspiring cosmically against him getting these tickets. 

He turned on the computer, and did more searches, which came up empty. He even called the airlines individually, explaining his situation and that he was trying to get a last minute flight form LA to New Orleans, but to no avail.

He hated depending on his mother for some kind of help, but he was out of ideas.

He called Linda, explaining that he was unable to obtain the extra ticket for Lynne's grandmother. 

His mother suggested an online ticket bidding site that she knew that worked similar to ebay.

"You just need to bid on those tickets right before the bidding is over. Try to find a ticket package where the bidding expires in the middle of the night. You'll be more likely to scoop up those because others will be in bed asleep while you are up bidding. Why don't you just stay up late tonight and call me, and we'll both log on together to try to win the ticket bid. Between the two of us, one of us should be able to win it, especially in the middle of the night, we can bid on the same tickets," offered his mother.

It sounded great to Leif. He made plans to sneak on the computer, bid, and stay up late to bid for those tickets. He'd put Lynne to bed in her favorite ways, with his tongue, and his dick, and cuddling her, and once she was curled up in adorable snoring ball of post-sex satisfaction he'd go off and start his plan to get those tickets for Lynne's grandmother

One way, or another, come hell, or high water, he was going to get those tickets so his wife would have some family for her special day. Even though he knew he'd be bidding on those tickets later in the evening, he saw no harm in still trying to find every resource he could for airline tickets, including continuing his exhausting Google searches.

Unusual for Leif, he hadn't showered, changed his clothes, or picked up any of the messes of scattered papers he'd left around the apartment with passwords for various websites, he was utilizing during his search.

***

The fitting went great, and Lynne even found the flower girl dresses, which she had rush ordered in the sister bridal store in California. After the fitting, Janelle treated Lynne to lunch, then they went to Janelle's house to check in with Lynne's mother Linda, via skype, relating the progress of the day, and checking on the decorations that her mother-in-law to be had purchased at their request in Cali. 

Finally, later in the evening, Lynne decided to head home. When she got in, and put her key in the lock, she swung the door open quickly.

Leif slammed the laptop shut, and sat up quickly.

More suspicious behavior. Lynne really did not like to accuse Leif of the window shopping behavior that Janelle was suggesting without ample evidence that he was actually doing something wrong, but slamming the laptop shut when she put the key in the lock was really strange behavior.

He made eye contact with Lynne and she noticed that he was wearing the same clothes that he wore hours ago, when she left the house early in the morning. And papers were strewn about everywhere. This behavior was very unlike Leif, and it made her worry that her friend was correct, that Leif was doing something on that computer, whether he was looking at crazy websites, contacting an ex, doing something secretive.

"Babe you're home fast!" said Leif, his face flushing with color.

"No Leif, I'm not home fast, you just haven't noticed I've been gone because apparently you've been on the computer all day long, doing nothing," snapped Lynne.

"Actually it's not nothing. I'm working on stuff, okay. Give me a break. But it's not nothing, I promise you sweetness. Let me get cleaned up for you. Have you eaten? Because I can order something. I hear that a good wedding present for a groom might be a cookbook," said Leif with a laugh. 

He got up from the kitchen table, and kissed her on the cheek. Even though his sense of humor was cute, Lynne would not laugh. She wanted to know what was going on with him.

He was so secretive.

"I've eaten Leif. I'm fine. But it looks like you haven't eaten because you've been sitting in the same place since I left this morning. I'm going to fix you something," offered Lynne.

"It's sweet of you to fix me something even though you're a little smart ass," chuckled Leif, kissing her forehead, instead of her lips, since he had not yet even brushed his teeth!

That porn must be damn good, thought Lynne sarcastically. 

She got busy in the kitchen, mostly to fool Leif. Lynne wanted to see what was so fascinating on that damn computer. And she had the password to the laptop, so as soon as she heard the shower water running, she went to unlock their shared laptop.

Lynne was shocked to see that the password was changed!

Now, she was going to confront him when he got out of the shower. 

It was one thing for him to be sneaking around looking at things, she didn't like it, but for him to change the computer password, without even telling her, and lock her out of the computer they shared, when he'd never been so secretive before, was ridiculous.

Lynne very slowly chopped up some onion and green pepper for the pasta sauce she was working on. She was furious with Leif! Just boiling mad and trying to figure out how to best confront him.

He came out of the shower, back into the kitchen, shirtless, only wearing boxer shorts, looking sexy as hell, but she would not focus on those thick arms of his, or that broad chest that looked like she could hide there for hours, the beads of water dribbling on his pecks. She wanted answers, and in this case, didn't want to be distracted by his "beauty", as he walked over next to her and leaned his thick arms on the kitchen counter.

"Why do you look so mean," he teased, tickling her chin with his thumb.

She couldn't believe how clueless he was as to how his behavior had changed, and why she would be peeved at him. 

"I need to use the damn computer, but you changed the password! I wanted to look up this recipe to make sure I'm getting it straight," said Lynne.

She wanted to let Leif know that she knew that he changed the password, but wanted to refrain from accusing her man of anything yet, she wanted to try to gather as many facts as possible. She wasn't used to the secretive behavior, and it pained her.

"Don't be so damn crabby woman. What site is it? I can pull it up for you sweetie," said Leif.

He quickly opened the laptop, punched in the password, and started pulling up the page. 

"Leif, you do know that I am aware of how to use a computer right? Why'd you change the password anyway?" asked Lynne.

"Every so often it's good to change the password," said Leif.

"Great so write it down for me, so I can get on the computer again, just like I could yesterday," said Lynne.

"Can't it wait until after dinner Ms. Antsy pants," said Leif, kissing her forehead.

Then he mopped his brow with his hand.

"Leif, I don't know what the hell is going on with this computer, and why you are being so secretive, but I want us to get to the bottom of this shit," said Lynne.

"I promise you sweetheart, nothing is going on. I was just doing some wedding research? Don't you trust me sweetheart? It's so important for you to trust me, when you are my wife. I trust you Lynney," said Leif softly, kissing her forehead again.

Even though Lynne felt like something was fishy, when he kissed her forehead again he started melting her dissolve.

She even forgot to stir the sauce for the pasta.

"Come here to me Lynney. After all we shared, you mean everything to me. Wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that. I was just looking at some websites for the wedding. Now, I need you to be the big grown woman that I know you are, and have a little faith in your man. I'll give you the computer password after dinner," said Leif, folding her into the circle of his broad arms.

"You're acting funny Leify. And I don't like it. But I wish you didn't smell so good, and your chest wasn't so broad," teased Lynne kissing his peck.

"I'm not acting funny. Just busy like you are, with the wedding, with our honeymoon shit, and preoccupied. But nothing is going on. I swear it. Now I want you to trust me, the way that you want to be trusted," he added softly kissing her cheek.

Sometimes, the very same qualities that drew her to him, his tender, protective nature, where he didn't want her to worry, and wanted to soothe and comfort her, irked her. She enjoyed being babied by him, but yet, when she had concerns, she hated when Leif brushed them off as though she was a child.

***

Dinner was delicious, but Leif was not used to the tension between them. He was trying to do something nice for her, but Lynne was so smart, she was already suspicious of him sneaking around trying to surprise her. A part of him resented the way she seemed to think the worse. Sure, he was being more secretive than usual, but that didn't mean he was doing anything wrong.

If they were to be married in three weeks, she needed to trust him. He would never hurt her, or do anything to cause her grief, worry, or pain, or do things that she wouldn't approve of when she was not around.

Trust was a vital part of any marriage. One of the things that he loved about Lynne was the implicit trust she'd always given him. Even when he'd blew it, like a stupid fool and tried to make her jealous with those other women at the club, when they broke up briefly, she never mistrusted him once he explained the situation, and that he hadn't been with those girls. It made him love her more, because he never had met a woman who trusted their man so much. It was one of the sweet, innocent facets of her personality that he adored. 

Leif didn't know what he was doing to arouse her mistrust besides being a bit more guarded. But, just because he was being more secretive did not mean he was doing anything wrong. Since he was younger, he had a vehement distaste for being mistrusted, and accused of doing something wrong, when really, the opposite was true.

He was beginning to resent her for thinking the worse. He knew he needed to give her that computer password, so he hurried, and deleted the browser history. He couldn't think of a better way to clear the cookies at the pointers to the travel websites, and online ticket auction pages he was looking at to get the tickets for her granny, while she was watching close by. 

He wrote the password down for Lynne, and handed it to her.

"It feels like you don't trust me Lynne, and it hurts. You've changed me darlin', and I promise I'm not doing anything wrong, but you need to have a little faith and trust in your man. It'll all make so much sense in two weeks," said Leif kissing her forehead, and patting her rear.

"I hate when you dismiss me like that. Like I'm a child," snapped Lynne.

"Like you're a child? Dismissing you? No sweetie, I thought you liked, I thought you enjoyed when I doted on you, and that's what I'm doing. I'm providing you with a little bit of comfort, because it seems like you're having difficulty trusting me, and you need some more emotional support, to learn to trust. That's what I was doing. I thought that was what you liked," said Leif softly. 

He was trying to give her the comfort that she needed to get through this small issue and trust him, so he could give her the nicest surprise he could muster, her grandmother all dressed up and sitting with his family on their wedding day.

"I...I do like it, but not...not when you're using it to try to put something over on me. And that's what it feels like you're trying to do. Look at you, you weren't dressed, the computer was locked up, you were up so late last night. And I do feel like something's going on, I'm just not sure what. Leif, I hope I don't find out something that would hurt you very much, were I to do the same thing," said Lynne.

"If I was putting something over on you, which I am not, this would be something that I'd be really happy for, if you did the same for me. But I'm not putting anything over on you, so hush now. You just need to trust me. Let's go to bed. I've got something to put you off to sleep. Scoot," he added playfully slapping her rear.

Lynne walked into the direction of the bedroom.

"I'm not much in the mood to be put to sleep," said Lynne.

"Fine, be sour then little cutie, you'll eventually want some of this bedtime sleeping pill I can offer you," he teased.

They got under the covers, and he butted his flaccid cock up to her rear.

He loved being close to her, the way she smelled, and the softness of her skin. 

She was even cuter when she was mad in some ways! He didn't like to make her angry, but with her pouting, and curled over in the corner of the mattress in a little ball, like he was disgusting, and she was mad at him and didn't want him to touch her, turned him on even more, made him want to make her want him, and give into his loving advances, despite her disgust for him at this moment. And all because he was trying to surprise her and that required him to be a bit secretive.

He was intoxicated by Lynne and her quirky ways, even if they were frustrating at times.

He wiggled close to her ass, and his cock sprang thick, heavy, and alive, pointing upwards into the small of her back.

"Mmm, you feel so good baby! And you're damn cute when you're mad. But you need to stop being angry at me and trust your man. What's it gonna be like huh? Gonna take my last name, and the minute that I want a little bit of privacy, you gonna go and mistrust me? Is that it? Sometimes a man needs a little privacy, especially one about to get married, but that doesn't mean I don't love you, so simmer down," he added kissing the top of her forehead, and her cute little rollers!

"So simmer down? That's what you're telling me these days. Look, I love it when you baby me and stuff, I'm hooked on it, but the minute I try to question you, you treat me like a little girl, slap my ass and tell me to simmer down and shit? Leif if I locked the fucking computer and changed the damn password, wouldn't you want an explanation," said Lynne.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 43



She sat up in the bed and moved out of the circle of his arms.

That was when he knew she was really steamed!

"I would want an explanation. And, that's where trusting me comes in. Because I realize that my behavior is a little strange lately, but I'm trying to do something good. I'm asking for you to have a little faith in me. You're religious as hell. You have faith in a God you can't see, and have never known, and you're sure you're right about even his or her material form, even though I've shown you that lots of faiths believe different ways. And I think that's beautiful. So, you can have faith in shit you don't understand yet. Apply the same logic to me," said Leif.

Lynne looked at him through the shadow of the moonlight, and did something he didn't expect at all, began laughing hysterically.

"So...so I just need to have a little bit of faith in you! You're fucking God now? Is that what you are telling me. And since you're God, I'm not supposed to question you, even though you've been acting nuts since yesterday? I'm supposed to have blind faith and hope things work out for the best? Well, that's great, except, you're not God Leif. God doesn't have to be accountable for his actions. You do. I know you are my hero. And so many things to me. Leif you've managed to be so many things that even my parents and family couldn't give me. And that's why...if you break my trust I...I couldn't be with you. You've got me used to feeling too damn good and I won't accept second best from you. I just won't do it. And something's going on with that damn computer," she concluded.

And she got up out of the bed, and logged onto the laptop with the password sheet he'd given her.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 44



"Lynney! What's getting into you! I told you nothing was wrong, why don't you trust me!" he shouted, following her to the dining room table, where the laptop was plugged in. 

"I guess I can't have it both ways. I can't have you spoil me and baby me, and then not get mad when you talk to me like I'm a child when I know something is going on! Come on. I wasn't born yesterday Leif," said Lynne snatching open the computer so hard, it seemed like it would break the hinges.

The more he tried to console her, the more upset it made her. It felt like he was patronizing her, treating her as though she was stupid. She hadn't wanted to believe he was "window shopping" when Janelle suggested that he was looking at porn, but seeing the way he was so secretive, how he quickly shut down the computer, the way he was in the house all day and hadn't changed his clothes, and lastly, most damagingly, the way he had changed the computer password temporarily, who was he trying to fool! 

And now, not only was he looking at porn, but he was lying! It was one thing for him to be viewing or doing whatever it was secretive that he was doing, but another thing altogether for him to lie about it. She might not like the secrecy, or him looking at Porn, but she hated him flat out lying to her face. 

Now that she had the computer password, she logged in, while he looked at her with those same blue eyes she always loved, but now they looked both angry, alarmed, and Lynne read fear of being caught in a lie in his expression.

"Leif, if...I mean...I remember my underwear from yesterday, and, that was exciting for you, and a bit of a change, and I don't mind if you smell them...I guess what I'm saying is...I enjoy our sexy time together. And...and if there is some kink or some things that you're into that...well...things that you enjoy looking at on the computer...there's...well, just like the panties, there's really no need for them to be a fantasy anymore Leif, they can be a reality. Is there something dirty, something new and nasty you want to try that you are seeking out? Or, is it something old that you always liked, and you were afraid of sharing with me, and its lead you to, look for things with this fetish online. Like maybe panties or something. I don't mind if you like my panties, or if you're into some other kinky little things. I enjoyed being let into your fantasies. Don't push me away, because I'm willing to work this out. I mean, I don't like you looking at this stuff, but I promise if you share it with me, and tell me what you're looking at, I can give to you in real life, whatever it is that you are craving, as long as there are no kids and animals, and shit, literally involved. I'm game. You'll never find a wife cooler than I'll be. It'll be much more fun than looking at pictures. Do you like to be spanked? Want to spank me? Whatever you want to try I'm open to exploring. But, this porn shit, Leify it has to stop," said Lynne.

"Well damn it, judge and jury, thanks so much for the lenient sentencing, damn near taking me to the electric chair, and you haven't even let me say a thing in my defense. I know I've been acting strange lately, but I want you to trust that it'll all work out in the end. That says a lot about how you feel about me and the trust you put in me to uphold the sanctity of our marriage. Oh hell Lynney, I hate being accused of shit, and you've got me looking at porn, and baby, I don't even really like that shit, never looked at it much, even before I knew you, I'd far rather be with a real woman and I-"

"Oh that's supposed to make me feel better? So what the hell is it then, have you found someone 'real' to look at online?" asked Lynne, her eyes going wide with angry shock.

"Hell no! Just let me explain. Look, I don't like that shit okay. Not the porn. I like, I like to use other things, stuff that smells like you, like your panties the other day. Sometimes I might read a little story, a text based dirty story...and I might think about you doing really nasty things, things we haven't tried yet. That shit turns me on. But, I'm not into naked women videos, and pictures. I swear, I'm not doing any of that shit right now Lynne, it has nothing to do with porn, or anything else baby. I can't say more, or I'll give things away, but you'll be glad you put trust in me, and had faith in me. Now put away the computer and come on to bed. I don't like porn, but I want to practice to make one with you, on our honeymoon," he teased. 

He looked at her luridly, and licked his lips. And he'd almost bated her. She almost followed him back into the bedroom, his thin, cherry red lips were so seductive, but she figured since Google chrome was already open, she'd have a quick look at the history tab. Much to her chagrin, it was cleared.

"You're too sexy for your own good, but you think you fooled me. Leif, I might be emotionally immature and stuff, but I'm not a teenager mentally. My mind is really smart, I just don't have all the emotional resources that a woman raised normally has. The history is clear. So...you're not doing something sneaky with porn, why is the history clear?" asked Lynne.

"Because I told you darling, you need to have faith in me, and it will all make sense after the wedding. Why can't you just believe me for once, instead of always starting shit? I mean damn Lynney I am wiling to baby, and comfort, and support you, love doing that, building the security and pleasure in your heart. It makes me feel valuable to you, and like a real man. I ask you one thing, one thing to be grown up about it and trust me, and it's too damn much for you to handle. And instead of being happy that I'm trying to do something I need you to trust me, you go off and accuse me of looking at porn...I thought you knew me better than that," said Leif.

"I wasn't born yesterday. You know, Janelle, I didn't want to believe her when she said you might be window shopping and looking at naked girls on the internet, or something, but damn it Leif, I was willing to forgive you and do whatever kinky things you saw on the internet you wanted to do, as long as it wasn't kids, animals, or stuff involving shit, and you still won't come clean with me! Even after all we shared yesterday, with your private desires and sneaking in my panties, still you don't feel like you can come clean with whatever you are doing on the computer. No, it's you needs to trust me. It's apparent instead that you'd rather lie and clear the history. Why can't we share whatever kink this is. It would bring us closer instead of hiding shit, just like how close we were yesterday," said Lynne.

"So it's Janelle who put you up to this. Women and their friends, I swear sometimes you little hens, all this trouble starts once you start discussing your men and collaborating, just like Lucy and Ethel. Your friend needs to mind her own fucking business, and worry about her own fucking self, and her own fucking man if she has one, not me. And, you need to decide who you're going to listen to, your friend, or your own fucking man! Are you marrying me in two weeks, or Janelle? Why would you put her word above mine? You didn't even think anything was fishy until you talked to her ass," shouted Leif.

"So what if she's the one who clued me in that you were looking at porn? But I'd thought something was fishy with your shit a day ago. You've been acting really weird since then. Don't pin it on Janelle. I told her you were acting weird, and she suggested you were, window shopping, looking at porn. And she should know because she had a man where it got so bad she had to dump him," said Lynne.

"Oh for Christ sakes! It never occurred to you to ask your own man why he was acting so weird!" shouted Leif.

"I did ask you. And what the hell are you telling me? Not to worry about it. You aren't giving me any answers either, so I don't see what's wrong with Janelle's theory until you disprove it," said Lynne.

"You know what Lynne, I want you to have a little faith and trust in me. I told you I'm not looking at porn, and I'm not, and we're through discussing this topic. Now if you calm down, and can get some faith in me, you'll be glad you did, and that's all I'm going to say on it. The topic is closed now Lynney, I'll stop acting so strangely in a little bit, just trust me," said Leif.

"Except, I'm going to be your wife. Not your daughter. I like being your baby and being pampered, but I want you to treat me like a grown woman right now and give me a logical answer, instead of telling me the topic is closed. It sounds like something my fucking dad would say!" screamed Lynne. 

Leif sighed.

"This is a looping conversation that can't get out of the loop because you won't be quiet and trust me for a minute. You never had a problem with trust in me until Janelle opened her fat gums. I'm tired right now Lynney, and I've got shit to do for this wedding, and it's apparent that you don't even trust me on our own damn computer anymore, because of your fucking friend. So, I need to cool my head. I'm going over to Matt's for a little bit. I'll be back soon, and maybe by the time I come back, you'll have cooled off, and thought a little bit more about who you're gonna be married to, Janelle, or me, and which of us is more important when it comes to trust," he added sarcastically with a smirk.

She hated when he was mad, and he said smart things. She wasn't a child, and she didn't take being lied to lightly, and, when she called him on his shit, he was going to go running to a friend's house to bitch and look at more whores on the internet. It made her even more furious.

As badly as she loved when he kissed her forehead, she moved out of the reach of his lips.

"You can kiss me again after you explain this shit," said Lynne pointing at the browser with the cleared history.

"Woman! Jesus. I'll see you in a little while. Really we need a little bit of air. I'll be back in a few hours," said Leif.

Lynne thought Leif was crazy if he thought she would simply wait around like a lost little girl while he decided when he wanted to come home, after going to his boy's house, probably to download more porn. As soon as she saw his tall, blonde, dreadlocked shadowy figure walking in the direction of Matt's apartment, Lynne got dressed to go over to Janelle's place.

***

The farther Leif walked towards Matthew's apartment during the unseasonably cool spring day, the angrier he felt. He knew there was a lot that Lynne needed emotionally, and he didn't mind providing her what she needed. It made him feel more loving towards her, and it made him feel like a real man, capable of loving her, and giving her what she needed. To be honest, the dynamic of their relationship made him feel more fulfilled that he ever knew. He felt like had a purpose in his life now. To love Lynne, care for her, and fill her heart full to overflowing with good feelings. He didn't mind doing lots of spoiling, babying, and pampering his Lynne. And he had much more in store for after she became his bride, she hadn't seen anything yet.

But, when she wouldn't trust him on such a simple matter, it was like a slap in the face to Leif! He didn't even like porn. Was so addicted to Lynne he was sniffing her used panties. He'd never felt like that about a woman before! So, why would she allow Janelle to convince her that he was looking at porn, or doing something else secret on the computer. Leif thought it was damn shame the way women didn't trust men. As soon as something was off, they conspired with their little girlfriends imagining their men looking at porn, or worse, cheating. 

Even when Leif was busy sweet-talking the drawers off of every woman who walked by him in Los Angeles, he never told those women that he loved them. Never led them to believe that it was more than a fun roll in the hay. But with Lynne, everything was different. He was serious from almost the moment he met her. He wouldn't ever want to do anything to jeopardize their special bond. She needed to grow up, and learn to trust him! Hell, he was being so secretive because of doing shit for her, wanting to surprise her with a visit from her Granny.

He banged on Matthews door. Matt could already tell that something was wrong.

"Why aren't you with Lynne this time of night?" said Matt.

"I would be, but she's tripping out, because I'm trying to surprise her with a secret. It's top secret. And so far, no one knows but my mom, but I'm trying to get her granny to come to our wedding. So, her grandma's old and doesn't have much, and doesn't see well, so I've been sneaking around behind Lynne's back trying to get airline tickets for her granny. I changed the fucking computer password, because she came home early and surprised me when I had up all those ticket site windows, and now my little woman thinks I'm looking at Porn or some kind of crazy shit. Janelle put her up to it, I think. I'm halfway ready to throw Janelle out the wedding, and pull Lynne across my knee and spank her. I Just keep trying to tell Lynne to keep quiet and trust me, and she'll be happy she did. Shit! So much drama with women sometimes," sighed Leif.

"Wow, that sounds like crazy shit. Come on inside bro. No one's over unfortunately. Haven't picked up any hotties in a while. Time to settle down like you and Lynne, you've always got a built in hottie, keeping your dick warm. Except when you're fucking it up. Like now. I mean, if I were you, why don't you just tell her the truth. Spoil the surprise, tell her that it's her own fault for not trusting you," said Matthew.

Leif turned the thought over in his mind. It sounded reasonable, but he didn't want to spoil the surprise for Lynne. He loved when she was surprised and her big pretty brown eyes lit up like a small girl at Christmas, like she'd been at her actual first Christmas with his family. But, even more important than Lynne's darling ways and surprised honey brown eyes, was her learning to trust him. It had been an ongoing issue in their relationship. She'd been scared to meet him, scared to date him, scared to have sex with him, and scared to fuck him. And he was patient with her through all of these matters, and allowed her to build up her faith in him. Just this once, he wanted her implicit trust, right away. It all became clear to Leif in that instance why her lack of trust bugged him so greatly. 

"Oh hell! I don't want to spoil it for her, but even more important, if she's gonna marry me, she needs to trust that what I tell her is true, even if it sounds crazy. And hell, I never act strange, just this one time, and she's on my ass like white on rice. I don't like it. This isn't what I want in my marriage with her. It feels like it's starting off on the wrong foot. The first thing you need in a marriage is trust, and she always trusted me when I told her something. Even though she can be childish and immature, she always believed and trusted that what I said was the truth. So upset with her right now. That she'd believe her big mouthed friend over me," said Leif.

Matthew chuckled.

"Yeah, I hear what you are saying bro, without trust, then the romance dies and it feels like a ball and chain situation. But you gotta keep in mind, like you said, she's immature, and you're acting strange because of the surprise. Just tell her. And then tell her it's her own fucking fault that she ruined the surprise. Make her feel guilty. That's what I'd do if she was my girl. That'll shut her ass up, get her trusting you again, and make her think twice about not trusting you the next time," said Matt.

Just then, Leif's cellphone rang, and it was his mother. She was calling to inquire about the tickets.

"Can you get online? I've found a great pair of tickets, to LAX, right through New Orleans, just what you want. I want you to get on this ebidding site right now Leif, and we'll both start bidding. The bid expires in an hour," said his mother.

"Oh hell, I dunno now mom. Lynne's mad at me, and I needed some air and went over to Matthew's. I don't even know if it's worth the effort to surprise a woman who doesn't trust me right now, because I've been sneaking around a bit for the surprise," said Leif.

"What do you mean she doesn't trust you?" asked his mother.

"Just what I said. She wants to know what I've been doing on the computer, sneaking up behind me. Her friend has her thinking I'm looking at girlie flicks, and, I don't even really like that shit," said Leif.

"So what did you tell her, did you tell her you weren't doing that?" asked his mother.

"Of course, of course I did. But, Lynne just won't listen to reason, at all. She's determined to think I've done something. And women, hell, you all are a lot smarter than men, and I cleared the history so she wouldn't figure out that I'd been looking at airline tickets. The wrong thing to do, because I didn't know she thought I was looking at naked women on the computer. But when she kept talking about it, I couldn't really think of a decent lie to get Lynne off my trail. And I started to get annoyed that she didn't trust me, so I walked out of the house. I mean, why is she marrying me if she can't trust me. My word should be enough. I shouldn't have to explain shit to her, if I tell her that I'm not doing anything wrong, she needs to believe me. I mean, we're always together, and if I tell her I'm not looking at adult websites, then I'm not doing that, I shouldn't have to prove it to her, I feel like I'm always proving myself to her, she's been frightened and mistrustful from the first second I looked into her pretty little face," said Leif.

"Well, I guess you're right Leif, but, if you've been acting strange, in ways you never have before, then why shouldn't she question you. If she did the exact same things that you did, and didn't give you a reason, would you be suspicious?" said his mother.

"Well I mean, so I did change the computer password and closed the laptop up, but she needs to learn to trust me damn it. She's changed me, I'm a good man, and I wouldn't hurt her. If I did want to look at stuff, I'd tell her, and we'd explore it together. But I don't even like that kind of stuff! God, I shouldn't be telling that to my mother, but, I don't want secrets between Lynne and I, and lies, and I don't want her trusting her friends before she trusts me," said Leif.

"That's true. And you need to talk to her about that. She should definitely put more faith in you than she puts in her friends. But...when you are having your discussion with her, try not to be too hard on her. Try to see it from her point of view. She's been kicked around and bruised so much, you're too good to be true to her, and she's frightened of getting hurt. Her own parents abandoned her because she gave up on their faith. She's used to being abandoned, abused and mistreated. You're like an anchor for her, which is nice because she gives you love, and support and it gives you confidence in yourself as a man. You are acting like more of a man, and more responsible and mature since you've been with Lynne and it's beautiful to see how your love for her has matured you as a man. You two are like all the beautiful and best parts of love for each other. But you're such an anchor for her that, she needs reassurance that you are still the boy she fell in love with, and you're not going to hurt her, or change on her ever. You are her constant. And you owe her that much. That girl is sweet as the day is long and she's in torment thinking you are doing things behind her back. You need to straighten that out, even if it means spoiling the surprise, you at least should really tell her that you're doing something nice for her, so don't be scared. Don't be so bullheaded that you insist she trust you implicitly and offer her no explanation. Sure she should trust you, but that's part of growing up, and you're helping her along with that, as far as I can see. You're just in a damn power struggle with the girl just like you used to get in with your older brother," said his mother.




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"Linda...thanks. You're right. I am like an emotional anchor for her. She needs to trust me, and I'm gonna teach her, but it will be hard for her initially. She's had a rough life and couldn't trust anyone before. I need to keep building that trust in her, and not turn it into a power struggle. I need to be calm, clear headed, and an adult like I usually am and sort it out, so that I can build her trust, but also work on getting her to trust me. I have to lead by example, and remember to keep dealing with her with patience, and love, something she's never had before. And god I love the little woman, I just want her total trust, like I trust her," said Leif.

"That sounds like you Leif. Before you were just speaking out of anger. Now, do you really want to deprive her of the tickets and the special surprise of Granny LaReaux visiting just because she's acting suspicious of you? Don't do that to my daughter!" said his mother.

Leif chuckled! He loved that his mother loved his wife to be like her own daughter.

"I'm not going to do that. I promise. I want to make Lynne so happy, and having family there, her favorite family member, her granny is going to make the day so special. Hey Matt, let me use your computer," called Leif. 

Leif and his mother created two separate accounts and logged onto the auction site, browsing the site in one window while bidding and refreshing to make sure no one outbid them in the other window.

It was a close call, and they fought tooth and nail for those tickets, so he was thrilled that they won three nonstop tickets for three hundred dollars, a savings of two hundred dollars off the cost from the five hundred dollar tickets the airlines had sold, which were all gone now anyway. 

Since Linda placed the winning bid, Leif gave her the credit card number that he shared with Lynne in order to pay for the tickets.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and toasted a beer with Matt. He was proud of getting the tickets for a very low price, especially since none were available at the airlines. He couldn't wait until they were married, and he could reveal to Lynne how hard he'd worked for the surprise, and all the hurdles he had to go through to get those tickets. She'd be surprised, and pleased, and probably that much more convinced of how much he loved her. 

Then his heart felt heavy, thinking about how he'd left Lynne in an angry rage in the apartment. Sure, she needed to trust him, but he had acted like an ass by insisting that she trust him even though he was acting strange, and not providing any explanation for his behavior. 

His mother was right. He felt a huge pang of remorse as he thought about how he was going to apologize to Lynne, set her mind at ease, but also insist that she grow up a little bit and trust him, just as he trusted her. Since the beginning of their relationship she'd had trust issues with him, and by now, she needed to learn that he wouldn't hurt her. 

***

Leif felt like a total ass the more he thought about how he treated Lynne. So on the walk home on the unseasonably cool night, he decided to try to get Lynne a little peace offering. The only thing he could find open was a convenience store. He got one small bag of m&ms in the plain. He knew she loved those. Lynne loved chocolate but she was particular about it. She didn't like peanuts or strange things in her candy. He thought it was adorable, those sweet, child like ways she had. Particular about her sweets. 

But then, she'd hunt and peck and eat each m&m one at a time, slowly, like a grandmother, chewing them with a few of her teeth. He thought it was funny and adorable, and teased her about the way she loved her m&m's. Still hadn't decided if she ate them like a newborn with four teeth, or a grandma with dentures.

She'd nuzzle under him while she would eat them one at a time and he'd rub her hair, or the small of her back. She loved being close to him, and he adored his time with her as well. Quite easy to see that these times provided emotional nourishment that she hadn't received before. 

So, why had he been cruel and deprived his woman of that nourishment when she needed it. Did his need for her to trust him override her emotional needs. Sure he needed trust. But what about what Lynne needed? She was in worse need of emotional repair than he was! They were arguing now, and for what? 

He could have diffused it all by getting on one knee, cupping her face, and telling her, reassuring her, that he wasn't doing anything wrong, all the sneaking around and shit was so he could give her the coolest wedding present she'd ever seen. If she was too eager, she'd ruin the surprise.

It would have had the desired effect. Lynne would have trusted him, and he'd be able to keep the surprise quiet for a little while longer. That was what he wanted. He'd been so bullheaded to insist on things his way. The macho way, because he wanted to know that the woman he was going to marry trusted him without explanations. And, especially because the problems in their relationship were usually because Lynne was scared to put that next level of trust in him.

But being mad at her because she wanted an explanation for suspicious behavior wasn't fair. To be honest, when he reviewed his behavior, he would have wanted more answers from her, were she acting the same way. He'd been a royal ass. 

It was going to take more than a small bag of m&m's to show her how sorry he was. At the counter, he saw a few single long stemmed roses. A bunch of boyfriends and husbands must get thrown out of the house and then need to get these roses from the Quick Mart in the middle of the night to regain entry. He chuckled at the thought.

Then again too, he'd walked out, to get some air. He did it to keep himself from saying something he regretted. When he stormed out of the house, he was thinking about how much emotional support Lynne needed at times, and how he didn't mind giving it to her, but he wanted her to give a little bit too and it meant trusting him like a grown woman should, not acting like a child, to get her way all the time.

After talking it over with his Mom though, he saw this was the wrong response. There were two things wrong with it, not putting himself in her shoes, he had been acting strangely, and not sympathizing that Lynne was not emotionally mature. She acted immature at times, but he knew this going into the relationship. And she was maturing quickly. Even with the white wedding gown, once he'd reasoned with her, she was able to make the choice she'd wanted, not the one inflicted upon her by her parents and her brow-beating ex religion. She'd never have been able to make a choice like that so clear early in their relationship. His job was to give her the love tools that she needed, just like he'd explained to her on the phone, and watch her grow and flourish past her horrid prior background.

He brought three long stemmed roses, and the m&m's with cash and threw away the receipt. After the argument, Lynne wouldn't have wanted him to spend so much money on the roses, despite the fact that he was certain that the roses would make her smile. But she was a tight ass, and he probably could have gotten half a dozen roses for the price he paid for the three at the rip off convenience store, and she'd notice even if she didn't say anything, and deprive herself, or him of something later in the week as a result.

He also purchased a pack of altoids. When they made up, he'd give his baby the minty tingle that she loved with his mouth between her legs. If she liked Listerine, she'd probably go wild for altoids on his breath as long as the mint wasn't too strong and didn't irritate her delicate tissues down there. 

Leaving the convenience store and going in the direction of home, he realized how much he loved Lynne. And, no matter how angry and upset he got with her sometimes, because of her ways, and his ways, and the unique dynamic of their relationship, there was no place he'd rather be, than cuddled up close to her, listening to her laugh, and talking to her, and smelling her sweet, soft neck. 

He'd fucked up!

And he couldn't wait to make up with his sweetie, so he raced up the stairs with the Altoids, the M&M's and the three roses from the convenience store. 

He expected her to be hanging around the living room, angrily scouring the computer history. He hoped she hadn't snooped through his things only because he hoped he hadn't left anything behind that would ruin the surprise. But if she found anything that was the price paid for Leif's bullheadedness, and Lynne's lack of faith in him. 

When he opened the door, and he didn't see her, he cried out lovingly.

"Your Leify's home. I missed you. I fucked up baby, I'm sorry Lynney, just let me talk to you,"

There was no response on her part. 

When she didn't answer, he figured she was in their bedroom, and she'd fallen asleep. It surprised him that she was able to sleep without him being home, but he supposed she was tired. He entered the bedroom and expected to see her familiar lump under the covers, that luscious petite body and her plump ass. But Lynne wasn't lying under the covers. When he didn't see her there, he thought she might be in their bathroom. He didn't hear water running though. It took him a few minutes to check the second bedroom and bathroom, and he concluded that Lynne wasn't home. 

Finally he went back in the master bedroom, flipped on the light, and saw a note on the bed, that read-

"If you thought I was going to sit around and wait while you went to Matthews to look at more girlie shit on the computer, until you made up your mind to come home, you were wrong. I decided to go out to get some air. I'll see you again when I decide to come back. You aren't the only one who can walk away when they feel mad,"

Lynne was so angry, Leif could feel the imprint of the ink on the paper where she wrote the note. She'd pressed down hard to write those words. Then, he felt a little peeved, she didn't tell him where she was. At least he'd told her where he would be. They shouldn't be doing this shit anyway, walking away from their problems, but he set the precedent he supposed by walking away to get his "air" when things got heated. He remembered, that he'd left her for two weeks during their misunderstanding when he hadn't known her parents were in a religious cult and about to disown her for dating him. 

It seemed Lynne was learning by his immature example to walk away from him when she was upset.

They needed to grow together. Neither of them should be running just because there were some problems with anger. They needed to stay in the same room, or at least their apartment and learn to talk things out.

Leif gathered the m&m's, the altioids, and his three long stemmed roses. It didn't take a genius to figure out that she'd gone to Janelle's house, because he'd gone to Matthews house in his time of desperation. Leif figured he'd start his search for Lynne there.

***

Leif rang the doorbell to Janelle's apartment. 

Janelle opened the door with her hand cocked on her hip, just a crack.

"Damn, you came quick, quicker than I thought. When Lynne said you left to get air, I thought you were out there trying to live it up and show Lynne what a big man you were, roaming around with your friends," said Janelle.

"I figured she be here. Hey listen Janelle, why don't you mind your own damn business, now I know you care about Lynne, but you've really caused quite enough trouble already," snapped Leif.

"I don't have to mind my own business where Lynne is concerned. You mess with my little sister, and you mess with me! I know you all have your own lives to live, but walking out on her like that when she confronts you on your shit, and leaving her all alone, hell, if you came to get her, I'm not letting you see her at all until you tell me why she should buster. You're supposed to marry her in a few weeks, and you aren't acting like a husband at all-" said Janelle.''

"You don't have any right to tell me what I'm doing, and what I'm not doing Janelle, damn it, you've caused all this shit! All of it! Just be quiet for a minute, and listen to what I have to say," said Leif, his own face only an inch from Janelle's.

Janelle's eyes widened in shock, and Leif could tell that she was used to dominating anything, and everyone, and wasn't used to someone speaking up to her at all. But Leif wasn't backing down, he was going to talk some sense into Janelle, because her imagination was running wild, and with it, was running his precious Lynne's own imagination.

Janelle looked at him and swallowed.

"Okay. Talk. You have five seconds to convince me you should see her," said Janelle protectively.

"First I want to say that even though I hate you being such a busybody, it feels good to know that you love my little Lynney like a sister and want to protect her. But damn it, all this that is going on...I was going to tell you about it so that Lynne wouldn't get suspicious but I...well..." stammered Leif.

"Oh quit stalling and stammering! What is the problem! She's in there crying and does not want to see you at all. Give me a reason to open the door!" shouted Janelle.

"Because, Damn it! Because I love her, and I'm surprising her!" shouted Leif.

Then, not realizing where Lynne might be in the apartment, and not wanting her to hear him shouting, and give away the surprise, he whispered-

"Her grandmother...Lynne has a creole Granny. She ever talk about her?" asked Leif.

"I know that was how she learned to cook, and she's gets that fair skin from her granny, that's about it," said Janelle.

"Yeah, we'll they are pretty close, I guess closer than she is with her mom and Dad. And, long story short, I've convinced granny to come, but we had to get her some airline tickets. And I wanted to keep it a surprise from Lynne. You'd be damn surprised to find out how hard it is to get an airline ticket anywhere, three weeks before the event. And, I had to keep it a secret because I wanted to surprise her. Think about how happy Lynney'll be when she finds out we are at the airport to bring her granny along with us from Louisana to LAX, to see us get married. We've gotta bring her, and fly with her Gran, because she's old, doesn't see well, and it's her first airline flight. But I got it all set up really good now, to do this for my baby, and surprise her first. Her granny...It's...it's the only family she has besides me who'll be there, and her only blood. She's been through so much. It means a lot to me, to be able to do this for her. Lynne is so sweet, and innocent, and I love to surprise her, that's why I was trying my best to keep it a secret. She acts like a cute little girl. Her eyes go all big when she's surprised. I just wanted to surprise her, but it's caused such a damn mess I almost want to spoil it for her, so she trusts me again," said Leif.

He hadn't been watching for it, but he saw Janelle's facial expression weigh heavily with remorse.

"Shit. Shit. Leif I'm sorry," said Janelle.

"That's okay. It's okay. I already know from talking to Lynne you don't trust men at all. And, to be honest, before Lynney, I wasn't exactly a saint, but, I was always honest. Never led anyone on. But I've really become honest now with my Lynney. I'd never want to hurt her. She's beautiful, she's hot, she's sweet and innocent, and really, anything a man could ever wish for, and I'm sorry I hurt her feelings, even if I was trying to surprise her," said Leif softly.

He didn't know why he was being humble and contrite right now. It wasn't Janelle he needed to convince so much as Lynne, but he definitely did not want Janelle thinking that he was like other men she may have known, with a beautiful woman, inside and out like Lynnne, yet acting like a fucking dog. He was raised better than that. Sure, Leif had his fun in his single days, but now that he was with Lynne, those days were over. Just thinking about hurting his little Lynney made Leif's heart ache.

"Oh Leif, I feel like such an ass. But you know how she gets when she's worried and upset. She's just..."

"I know...she get's this child like little glow in her eyes, and wants you to fix it, make her feel better, help her figure out what's going on, and you want to help her, because she's sweet...and you get sucked in, I do all the time...and she's made me a better person for it. But just this time, you were wrong Janelle. Fucking up my stuff with Lynney, the one I love most in this world...where Lynney and I are concerned, next time, you need to direct that shit to me. Just tell her, she needs to act like a grown woman and talk to her man about that shit," said Leif.

"Okay, I stand corrected," said Janelle removing her hands from her hips,

"And here's the airline bidding site's email as proof. I just kept logging on the computer and doing weird shit trying to get those tickets, so, I understand why she thought things were off now, and I know I went about things wrong now, trying to be macho, because I wanted her to trust me, believe in me, because I love her, and I'm her man, but I'm just showing this to you, so you know, I'm on the up and up. I came to get my woman, and she's going home with me, once I reason with her," said Leif confidently.

Lynne moved her body from in font of the door.

"Leif, you don't need to show me the receipt. I believe you. Leif you're a good man. I'm glad you're marrying my friend. I'm sorry I doubted you. I can't apologize enough," said Janelle.

"It's alright. But...Janelle, not all men are dogs. We really aren't. I'm only a dog for Lynne, but you know this by now," said Leif.

Janelle laughed.

"She's really upset in there," said Janelle opening the door.

***

Lynne was crying so much she was embarrassed.

It was about even more than just whatever Leif was doing on the computer now. Lynne hated how Leif always ran away whenever there was a problem. 

Whenever she did or said something he didn't like, he ran out on her! Every time she did something someone else did not like, they turned their back on her. It wasn't enough to express their displeasure. They felt the need to leave. 

Leif left her the first time, when she was afraid to tell her parents about the relationship, and he was doing it to her now, when she confronted him about whatever crazy shit he was doing on the computer.

She didn't understand why he was doing this to her. She wasn't a prude. In fact, after she found out how much he liked panties yesterday, she left a warm, used pair for him on the floor in the morning, and put a sticky note on the crotch, that read simply enjoy, Love Lynney, xxooo. 

She didn't mind if he played with himself and sniffed them like he did yesterday. The thought of it turned her on immensely. She was just so busy trying to find her wedding gown that she didn't get up to texting him and teasing him about the panties, but she'd fully planned on teasing him about it. 

And despite how loving, and sensual she tried to keep their relationship, and how understanding she tried to be regarding his private sexual desires, instead of telling her whatever kink he was secretly enjoying, he pushed her away. And it really hurt after what they'd shared in the laundry room. She'd thought they were probably closer than any man and woman had ever been at that point, close enough for him to tell the truth about smelling her panties, close enough that she'd admitted to him that she'd like him to try penetrate her anally, that it was a huge fantasy that she would like to try. 

But, if he couldn't tell her whatever he liked doing on the computer, that sweet bond that they had that spilled from the emotional, to the affectionate, to the sexual seemed farcical at best. She'd been bonding with him, but apparently he hadn't felt as close to her as she had to him.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 44



But, there was something to this whole scents and flavors thing he was into, because Lynne had packed a bag full of shit, plus a sleeping bag to sleep over at Janelle's house, but she'd also brought one of Leif's plaid workshirts to smell and make herself feel better. 

Even as mad as she was at him, she kept sneaking a sniff of it here and there, in the corner of her book bag while Janelle was in the kitchen, making them coffee, bemoaning that it was one thing for Leif to scratch and sniff, but another for him to just run away and hang out with his boys when she called him on it.

And, Lynne had heard commotion at the door, and Leif's voice, and then Janelle talking, but Lynne figured, since he'd decided to run away and leave her, if Leif wanted her back, he needed to find her, at least expend some effort, and apologize, so she wasn't going outside to him! 

She heard the door open, and looked up from the couch, and he was standing there, his big, beautiful blue eyes looking watery.

Damn he was so handsome, and as soon as he set eyes on her, she saw his eyes soften and fill with love.

No one had ever looked at her like that before!

She loved him, and that just made her heart ache even more, that he could do whatever he was doing and just walk away when she confronted him.

"Lynney, I'm sorry. I fucked up really badly sweetheart, but I love you very much, and I want you to come on home, right now with your man, and let's talk it out," he added, his voice husky with emotion.

She could see he was hurting, but he hurt Lynne when he walked away every time there were problems.

Tears started falling from her eyes before she could control them, and she got up from the couch and ran towards the kitchen, shouting-

"So you can just leave whenever I do something that you don't like, just leave me, and then, when you're ready to make up again, just come on back, and I'm supposed to just take you back, like nothing is wrong, like I'm some type of damn yo-yo toy?" asked Lynne.

Leif sighed.

"No, no Lynney, I don't think you're a damn yo-yo at all. You're the love of my life, my woman, and in two weeks, you'll be my damn wife, and this is just a silly misunderstanding. I want you back home, with me, where you belong. I got you something," said Leif presenting her with the three long stem red roses behind his back.

"And there are other treats too, and I'll give them to you after we talk. I'm sorry baby, just let me put my arms around you and explain, I promise it'll make sense after we talk some and we-"

"You didn't want to explain anything to me before! You've probably just gotten some time to get your story straight, hanging around with Matt!" screamed Lynne.

"Hold...hold on there girl. Leif, I've got this," said Janelle.

"Got what? Why does everyone know what's going on but me?" said Lynne.

"Well, I talked to Leif out there, and really, he wasn't doing anything wrong at all. He was doing some shit for...for the wedding...something so special for you...and he's on the up and up, or I wouldn't have let him in to get you at all. I told him he'd have to go through me first," said Janelle.

"Yeah Lynney, what she's telling you is true. It's something special that I'm doing just for you. A surprise for the wedding, that'll make you so happy baby. But, if you can't handle the suspense, and need more help trusting me, I'll let the cat out of the bag. That's a mistake that I made before. I need to give you what you need emotionally. And, some of what you need, is to feel safe with your man. Safety is something that has always been denied you, and if you don't feel safe right now, because you don't trust me, then I need to make you feel safe again, and that needs to be a priority, even if it hurts a little bit that you are still learning to trust me after all we've been through. Just let me hug you, and let your man take you back to your home with me, and keep you safe," said Leif.

And he stood right before her, and handed her the three roses.

She melted into his arms, in the solid, slender heft of him.

She hid in the crook of his neck, and clutched him close. All this shit, and her worry, over a surprise. And he cared so much about her feeling safe, but part of that security was knowing that he wouldn't walk away when things got difficult. She didn't like him walking away every time things got heated between them.

"Leif...it's sweet that you're surprising me, and I'm touched, but I...I don't like...you always running away from me. You always leave! Every time shit gets a little hard you always leave. People are always leaving. Nothing ever feels permanent, just the minute, the second I do something that you all don't like, you walk away," murmured Lynne.

It did always feel like someone was walking away, her parents, her religion, and now Leif, and she didn't know why it came out all muffled and then she started sniffing and blubbering into his chest. 

She was torn between feeling embarrassed that she fell apart like that, and incredibly soothed as she snuggled into Leif's chest and he kissed her forehead, and smoothed her back, as she filled up his plaid shirt with her tears.

"I'm not...I wasn't running away Lynne, I was getting some air, sugar, I promise you. I was coming right on back as soon as I cooled off some. I'm not gonna leave you. You know that right," he added gently pulling her into his gaze by her chin and kissing her forehead.

"Yeah my mind knows it, but my heart doesn't like that, whenever we get really mad you always run away. God Leif, it hurt me when you left like that, right before we got engaged, and never even gave me a chance to explain shit with my parents. When you left this evening, I was scared you were doing that again, walking out on me, before you'd even tell me what you were up to on the computer when I confronted you," said Lynne.

"So that's why you left for Janelle's? To leave before I got a chance to leave you. Oh Lynney, I'm never gonna leave you darlin', I just went to Matt's to clear my head and start cooking up the surprise. But...when I leave to get air when I'm upset, I see it causes you distress. And my baby girl's life has been full of distress, and I don't want to see you stressed out anymore. Those days are over. So, other people might have left, your parents, and those weirdoes in your own church, but I'm not them, and I won't leave you again okay, even for a few hours when I'm mad. I'll just go in the second room to cool off, is that a deal, does it make my sweet princess feel better," he asked lovingly.

He looked down into her eyes so tenderly. She never had anyone look at her like that before, or pet her, or soothe her, when she was hurting. He reached within her heart, and found deep wounds, and healed her so thoroughly. She loved him so much. 

"It's a deal. I won't leave the house in an angry rage either, we'll stay until we work it out, because that's what mature men and women do," she added.

He gave her his pinkie.

"Pinky swear," he added playfully.

And Lynne laughed and laughed, before swearing with her own pinkie. 

"There's my beautiful smile and giggle," he added.

"God, I missed you! Even that little bit of time. Such pretty flowers, thank you Leify," said Lynne smelling them.

"Don't smell too hard. They came from the damn gas station. Nothing else was open. I got something else for you too, actually two things," said Leif with a grin.

Lynne tipped her head back and guffawed with laughter. 

He jiggled the inside of his plaid shirt, and that was her cue to reach inside his plaid shirt to see what he'd brought her. 

"M&M's!" she squealed.

"Yeah, plain like you love, too late to eat them though, the sugar will keep you up, it's late, we should be in bed, anyhow. You can have them when we get up tomorrow, I'll rub your feet while we watch the morning news, and you can have your candies," he said playfully closing up his plaid shirt.

Some people might think that the way Leif babied her was inappropriate. But she liked him looking after her with love and concern, and spoiling her. She never remembered being placated and soothed with her favorite candies. But she also liked that he cared enough to want her to get good sleep, and to wait to eat the candies that she loved until the morning when it wouldn't keep her up late at night on a sugar rush. And, if it felt good to her, to be babied, and pampered, and welcomed back into his arms, she couldn't see what the harm in it was, even if their relationship was a bit unconventional in parts. 

"I got something you can have tonight though," he added playfully reaching in his other pocket for a treat.

She saw the familiar tin can.

"Altoids?" she asked cryptically.

"Yeah," he added with a grin.

Lynne reached for the tin to take a mint, and he playfully smacked her hand away.

"Not for you, for me. Here you can have one or two, but they're for me to suck on. For minty breath," he added.

Lynne looked at him quizzically.

"It works like Listerine baby," he added with a chuckle.

Lynne's eyes lit up, and she began to blush and giggle. 

Then she felt a little embarrassed that Janelle might be listening. 

Lynne nudged Leif. Remembering the cool minty feel of his kisses to her pussy after the Listerine gargle made her squirm with longing, only slightly. Then she felt heat to her brow, wondering if anyone else could see the effect he had on her, with just a glance and some innuendo. 

"It's time to go, we've ruined enough of Janelle's evening," said Lynne.

"No, you didn't ruin that shit, I'm glad to see you make up, because someone was going to give me back my $400 for that bride's maid gown is all. No, seriously, I'm glad you all worked it out. Lynne, you've got a good man here. I'm sorry I doubted him and messed things up for you a little bit. He'd move heaven and earth for you. And then next time you start looking at me with those puppy dog eyes because you think he's acting weird, I'm sending you straight to him, because the man will probably be trying to do something that will make you happy. He loves you," added Janelle softly.

"I know he does, and I feel like an idiot for doubting him," said Lynne grabbing Leif's arm.

"You're not the only idiot. I was an idiot for being macho and insisting that you trust me for trust sake. I should have just said I was surprising you for the wedding, and that could have been just fine. We were both idiots. Now let's make up with altoids," teased Leif, twirling the mint acrobatically on his tongue.

"Oh hell no. Fucking gross, go back to your own rooms," said Janelle.

Leif smacked Lynne's ass and led her out of Janelle's apartment.

As they exited her apartment it started to rain and they held hands, running, giggling like teenagers for the few blocks back to Leif's apartment.

By then Leif had sucked a few altoids, and they couldn't even wait to get to the bedroom to make up.

They started making up right on the living room couch, in the glow of the streetlights, his kisses to her pussy in the dark making Lynne squirm and throb beneath him. 

Finally she grabbed him by his ears, and pulled his face down to the couch, towards her crotch, rolling her hips enthusiastically over his tongue.

He kissed her through her panties before quickly throwing them across the room after a few celebratory sniffs in the moonlight.

They tussled playfully giggling as he teased her orally with the tingly delights of his minty tongue.

Sometimes his head was buried between her legs on the couch, sometimes he tickled and wrestled her and moved her hips high above towards his lips, ordering her to sit on his face like she loved, and she rode his face wildly like she rode the mechanical bull at the bar. She giggled, moaned, and cursed that she loved him while he twirled her body around like she was a little plaything. 

When she was about to climax, she reached within his boxers for his shaft, which was already hard to her delight.

She wanted him so badly she didn't bother to finish undressing him, just flung off her panties, kept her tshirt on, straddled his cock, and rode him deep, and slow until she'd wrung out a toe curling orgasm, tracing his pursed lips with her own finger tips as he wriggled beneath her with his own simultaneous orgasm.

Heavenly!

Then, as the tingles subsided, she didn't even bother cleaning up, just let the come run out of her, heavenly on his thigh, and he groaned with pleasure, and then kept kissing the crown of her hair.

"Baby I love you so much! I can't believe I almost ruined all of this because you were acting weird, and I couldn't trust you, and I wanted to run off and leave you just like you left me, like an immature little girl," said Lynne.

"Oh hell, you didn't ruin anything. I'll always come home to you Lynney, and in time you'll trust that. I'm sorry. I fucked up so bad, but I promise it's a special surprise," he murmured sweetly.

"I believe you. You even got Janelle involved to prove it to me. Oh hell, I'm sorry too," said Lynne.

"And...and I won't walk away again. It's my job to make your life easier emotionally. Not more difficult. Your life was hell before, because people were always causing you pain. If it hurts you when I leave to cool my head, I won't do that shit no more. I did it because I always left the house when trying to cool off, I was such a hot head sometimes, growing up, and I'd say things I'd regret later, to my brother and parents. But, I don't have to do that. I can just go in the other room, and stay there till I cool off. You have a right to permanency. You need to feel that. I'm not ever leaving kitten. You can depend on me," he added dotingly, kissing the inside of her palm.

And she couldn't handle it. She cried into his neck, but not because she was hurt, and she quickly clarified, so he didn't get concerned that she was still having emotional distress. 

"Oh damn, there's that feeling again. My whole life, never felt as safe as I do in your arms," she added sweetly.

"Well you just wait until two weeks from now when we walk down that aisle," added Leif dotingly.

***

After he promised that he'd never leave in a heated fit again, she felt so soothed he heard deep breathing close to his neck. 

He felt her cute fingers playing with his dreadlocks near his ear. She'd do that sometimes when she was sleepy.

Then he felt her body curl up into her post-orgasmic little ball. She'd curl up if she had a really good orgasm, close to his body like a little kitten. It would fill his heart with such admiration and love.

And, how could she ever believe he'd look at fucking porn, now that he had her. What woman in porn curled up into an adorable ball, and played with his dreadlocks like a sleepy little kitten. 

Then he felt the fingers stop messing with his dreadlocks and felt slow, deep, warm breaths close to his neck.

She slept so good after she had nice orgasms with him, and she'd fallen into deep, heavenly slumber, a rest she should have been having in their bed.

Even though she'd locked him into a somewhat uncomfortable position the way she was sleeping on him, curled up in the fetal position, he didn't have the heart to wake her up and move her over to the bed.

Life had been hard on Lynne! And he understood the true depth of the hurt now. She took him walking away to cool his head as though he was walking out of the relationship. She was used to being walked out on, by Mommy, by Daddy, by the church elders.

But, they were family now, pretty soon he'd be her husband, and he wanted to the one constant in this lovely woman's life for the rest of their lives.

***

He needn't have worried about making sure that Lynne knew she was loved. She woke up as the first streaks of dawn peeped through the blinds, surprised to find that she was still sleeping on the couch and drooling on his shoulder.

He hadn't the heart to awaken her she supposed; she fell asleep hard after their heated, yet tender makeup encounter. Yet, somehow he'd found a way to place the three gas station flowers he'd given her in a vase, and had put a little bow on the brown package of plain m&m's.

Lynne sat up right, and when the weight of her head left his shoulder, he rolled over groggily and started rubbing his shoulder, and that was when she noticed his shoulder was bright red.

"Good morning sweetness," said Leif with a yawn. He kissed her forehead.

"Oh baby, did you hurt your shoulder?" asked Lynne rubbing his arm.

Leif moaned with masculine pleasure, with the feeling of her rubbing his shoulder with firm pressure. 

"Yeah I hurt my shoulder. Some adorable woman about five feet tall and one hundred and fifteen pounds slept on me in a way that pinched it a little bit. I knew it would hurt like a bitch in the morning, but she was so sweet and peaceful sleeping on me and playing in my dreadlocks that I didn't have the heart to wake her up. What can I say, I'm a sucker for her love," he added with a sweet grin.

His smile was so loving and open that Lynne felt a huge pang of guilt for accusing him yesterday of looking at porn at the behest of her mistrustful friend. 

And the man had been cooking up a wedding surprise!

She didn't deserve whatever shit he'd planned! He'd arranged everything so nicely on the coffee table, like it was a homecoming for her. Damn it he wanted her. Damn it he loved her so much. She waited her whole life to feel such love, and so wanted by anyone else. It made her want to make Leif feel adored that same way. She was glad she'd been loving about the panties yesterday. Whatever it took for him to know how much she loved him, intimately, physically that could mirror the pleasure he gave her heart, she was down for. 

And if that wasn't enough, the cat, their daughter, ran underneath the coffee table and purred up close to her feet, at the same time Leif was rubbing her back. 

It felt like too much for Lynne. Soon there were tears everywhere.

"Shit, you're going to think I'm an emotional basket case," murmured Lynne, trying to wipe away her tears.

"No. Not at all. I think you're a woman who has been through some tough shit. I think it makes it hard for you to trust sometimes. But, I also think that, when you know that you are loved, and it's a new feeling for you, the water works come on, and that's natural baby. It's okay for you to feel overwhelmed with happiness. You're beautiful when color flushes on your face," he added adoringly.

He stroked her cheeks, which were ruddy with her tears.

"You already put them in a vase," added Lynne gesturing at the flowers.

"You already had a vase in here, I just put some water and an Aspirin in the bottom so the flowers would stay fresh. I know you like pretty flowers. I wanted something to brighten your day when you woke up in the morning after you came home with me, where you always belong," he added.

And another doting kiss to her forehead. It made her shed even more tears. Never before had she ever felt so loved and adored.

"So, let's get this straight, I jump up, and accuse you of shit, following behind my silly ass girlfriend, who was dead wrong, and you were planning something special for our wedding, and I still get treats and presents even though the shit was my fault. Damn. God must really think I deserve some blessings to make up for a lousy childhood. I don't deserve all these presents," said Lynne pursing her lips together, her chin dimple becoming prominent.

"Fucking adorable," he whispered touching her chin dotingly.

"Just fucking adorable. Yeah, Yeah you do deserve the gifts. I acted like an ass as well, so we're even. I could have diffused it, just by not being so macho and telling you I was surprising you. And, no matter who is at fault, I'm just happy you are home. You really don't know what it felt like when I came home to make up with you, and realized you weren't there. When I didn't see the lump of your plump little ass under the covers. That void was so great, I don't care if you did only go around the corner for a few hours. And you left, because it's scary for you to trust. And hell, given your background, I can see why. And, you were hurt because I walked out, and you thought that I might be walking out for good. These trinkets are small. And it's just all designed to...well, home is where you should feel loved and safe. I can't wait until I'm your husband baby, and I want you to know that I love you very much, and love having you in our home. If I can get a small packet of candies, and gas station rip off flowers, and you recognize that they are little treats because I'm glad we made up, and happy you are back safe in our loving home, it's a small price to pay. And Lynne, you just let me know what else I need to do to help you feel safe," he added, pulling her into his lap.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 44



"I just need you. I promise to always come to you first with my concerns from now on," moaned Lynne, inhaling the fragrant masculine smell of his bath soap.

"Good, I promise not to be so macho sometimes, and try to see shit from your perspective. The shit did seem sneaky. But you're gonna love your surprise. You like surprises...and only the best for my special girl," he added playfully swatting her ass.

"Well, only if I get to fix breakfast for my king," said Lynne.

He followed her into the kitchen and she started whipping up something for their breakfast, just simple a simple omelets and some toast.

Leif made such a playful pest of himself fiddling with ingredients and trying to fondle her that Lynne sat him playfully at the table like a naughty little boy, and peeled off her panties which were already wet and warm with their playful affection. She told him playfully to use them to amuse himself, and stop making trouble.

When she handed them to him, he put the morning paper down, clutched the panties and inhaled them like she'd given him the most fragrant perfume he'd ever smelled before. He fondled them lovingly and smelled them continually without embarrassment as she fixed the omelets, and he was rock hard when he pulled her into his lap and they ate the breakfast together, both forks just pecking right into the frying pan with the eggs.

Then, they fell into her favorite position in the kitchen, she on his lap, he beneath her, without ever missing a beat. She only wished they were husband and wife, and he could have knocked the frying pan onto the floor, and fucked her hard! 

The glimmer in his bright blue eyes while they were coming told her that he was dreaming the same thing.

And her treats still weren't over yet. He washed the dishes, then called her into the living room while he rubbed her feet and fed her the m&m's one by glorious one like she loved while they watched the local morning news.

It left her with one delightful conclusion. Leif was spoiling her rotten in his tender care! And because he loved her with such a pure and tender love, she couldn't wait to give him her body, any way that he pleased, he deserved that much! 

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 45



Dear Readers,

   Thank you for your feedback as you are reading the story.  Your comments keep me going. 

     I appreciate the patience of each and every one of you who is sticking by this story and enjoys reading about the sexuality and emotional growth and development of these two characters.  I'm writing the story for each and every one of you.

      I hope you enjoy this latest update, I worked pretty hard on this piece.  There are only six days left in the timeline of this story, the wedding is coming very shortly!


***

Lynne learned a lot about love from Leif in the week leading up to the wedding.  She learned, just as she’d learned when she messed up the first time he met her parents what forgiveness meant.
And that knowledge and lesson strengthened her adoration for Leif. She’d never learned the lesson of forgiveness growing up.  Her father had endless demands for her, never apologized when he was wrong, and, if she fell short of his list of requirements for being a young lady, or the church’s requirements, they punished her with guilt.

But there was none of that with Leif.  He just cuddled her tight in his arms and promised permanency and love, and even understanding what she’d thought at the time was a very real fear of him growing frustrated with her, and abandoning her, before he’d reassured her yesterday that this wasn’t the case.  

“I don’t get frustrated with my sweetie.  A husband needs to meet his wife where she’s at emotionally.  I know where you are right now sweetie, and you need to feel that deep, strong love, and you need your husband to watch over you and protect you, and you need reassurance that I’m not going anywhere.  Hell, seeing the way your folks bailed, I understand it.  What a privilege to be able to love you like that sweetness, and then, you can show that same love that you learned from your husband to our babies, when they mess up and need Mommy to forgive them,” he added softly.  

He also reminded her that there were sure to be times when she needed to forgive him too, and him setting a good example by not continuing to hold it against her was teaching her what love and forgiveness felt like.  Feeling that warm love and forgiveness, it really underscored to Lynne how everything she’d ever learned was wrong.  The “God” that her parents worshiped was an angry god, and a punisher for transgressions, and they carried that into their dealings with others.

But the home she shared with Leif was a warm haven of boundless love.  But the sweeter he was, the kinder he was, the more she couldn’t wait to give him the hard and steamy loving that he needed.  He was so good to her.  And she couldn’t help herself with him at night.  It was getting harder to control.  Because she wanted to feel that feeling of rough sex too, now as much as he did!  She craved the wild sexuality that Leif was just beginning to expose her to, the man who was so horny for only her scent, that he couldn’t help smelling her underwear and playing with himself.  The part of him that quite literally pinned her down to keep her from getting too wild, now that she wanted it rough, and she saw him in the glimmer of the moonlight, flaring his nostrils like a horny ass bull, who couldn’t wait to charge her, but would force them both to wait until they said those vows as they planned.  Pushing her down, using his dick in her gently, but only just for a little bit more, only until that special wedding day.   

One night she pulled him on top of her hard and dug her heels in his ass and begged him to teach her about fucking, just once, the wedding was only a week away.  He’d simply kissed her forehead, chuckled, and forcefully pinned her legs back against the bed.

She was so excited she was trembling when he lifted his dick out of his pajamas, he didn’t even pull his pajama pants all the way down.

She thought for sure he was going to give it to her nasty and rough and she clawed him gently around his neck as he started licking around her mouth.  

“Please baby, please, I want you so much, I want to be goooddd!” she whimpered, and she bit his lower lip.

Boy did he chuckle, and he tousled her hair.  

“You are gonna be good, the best wifey in a few short days, I’ll do whatever you want me to do to you.  If you want to be my little toy, it’s fine Lynney, and maybe I’ll be your toy sometime too,” he grunted.  

But instead, he used his strength to stretch her legs apart and then sexed her maddeningly slow, until the joy radiated into a cloyingly sweet ache so syrupy sweet and pleasant she had to pinch her nipples until they stung just to cope with the pleasure, and joy as her pussy throbbed with sweet soft pleasure against his dick over, and over again.

And she was learning for sure, there was a place for lovemaking and place for hard, sweaty sex, and that part of her pinched her nipple until it hurt, and that slight pain was sweet joy for Lynne, as she learned about the Myriad of shades of pleasure and joy, and how things that hurt a little bit could feel good as hell too in the right context! 

“Leif baby please, I want you to fuck me so bad I feel sick!”  

He was watching her with narrow eyes.  He groaned as he came and then whispered.

“I can’t wait to take care of that for you.  Now, time for bed sweetheart,”  
And he rocked her, and cuddled her, let her have the private joy of sucking on his finger until she felt sleepy.  He actually propped his finger up to her mouth, and pushed it inside, because he knew it soothed her.  

Tender, soothing pleasures he’d never tell another soul, that filled in broken cracks in her heart.

“Just go to sleep now Lynney.  I’ll always love you.  Next week, each night I’ll say, husband will always love you until I’m sure you understand it.  And, even after you know it, I’ll keep saying it because I like saying it, and it’s how I truly feel in my heart.  And I know you love your man too.  Can see it when you look at me like a damn hero.  There is not any shit you can do, besides sleeping with another man that will ever, ever make your husband not love you.  Different than any other shit you’ve known before, different than how you’ve been raised I promise you.  Tender, loving, care,” he added emphatically

She could hear his voice was husky and his throat was tight with emotion

She cried against her pillow that she’d ever known a feeling so sweet.  

All she could do was whisper with gratitude-

“Thank you, baby.  I can’t wait until this Saturday Leify, when I’m your wife,” as he kissed her forehead dotingly over and over again, goodnight.

“Me neither darling,” he added throatily.  

***

Finally, they’d packed and were flying to California.  Just a quick stop over Janelle’s to pick her up for the airport, and they would be off.  Lynne could not wait for the wedding week.  They had a little bit of preparation ahead of them, plus Leif’s bachelor party, her own bachelorette party, and bridal shower, and the Rehearsal Dinner.

It would be a time of reflection on how far their love had brought them through this whirlwind courtship.  But, Lynne couldn’t help feeling a little guilty.  Despite the sober moments she spent reflecting on their love, and how sweet it was, and how many ways he rescued her, she couldn’t help dreaming and longing for the wild, nasty sex he promised to teach her about after they were wed.

She shouldn’t be feeling that so much before the wedding, she should be focusing on the sweetness of their love and romance, and courtship, and she confided in Leif.

He kissed her forehead and told her she was damn sexy and adorable.  

“You think you can separate love out into tiny little compartments the way you’ve been raised?  I told you about that before, the first time we visited my mom and dad.  Hell no sweetie, you are learning everyday, it’s all blended together, you feel horny for me because you love me with all your heart and want to be close to me.  It’s all natural, and normal to feel this way.  Aching to fuck you is the way I’ve been feeling since I first saw you walk on stage.  I’m not gonna tell anyone what a little horndog you’ve become, and what a nasty girl you are, and how you can’t wait for your husband to lay that pipe down hard, don’t worry cutie,” he teased licking his lips at her.

Lynne threw her sock at him, giggling and continued packing her suitcase.  



She didn’t have much to do after packing, because Leif had taken care of all the trip details and those minor last minute wedding things, making sure the little ring bearer and flower girl’s parents had actually picked up their clothing, seeing to it that everyone’s flights were in order, making sure his part of the bridal party had selected the tuxes Lynne wanted, and that they fit.

So, he’d taken care of many of the matters that were normally stressful for the bride, and Lynne learned that not only was he a prince, but he knew how to calm her down, and keep her from succumbing to the worry wart side of her personality.  He was taking care of her, and she couldn’t wait to feel like she took care of him in the bedroom, the way she fussed over him outside of the boudoir, making sure he had a hot meal before the flight, folding all of his clothes neatly in his suitcase for him.  She made sure he had all the things he wanted for his guitar in his gig bag, and just the little things she did to be sure he was comfortable and happy that he loved.

Lynne wanted to be comfortable for her flight, but still look cute, so she picked a favorite t-shirt of hers, advertising that pabpst beer, knotted it so that it was like a mid-drift, wore cute little sandals with a heel, and tight black jeans.

Leif’s beautiful blue eyes followed her throughout the house as she made one last check that they had all their belongings, and everything in the house was turned off.

“You’re so damn cute,” he moaned huskily kissing her chin dimple.

He pushed her into the wall near the door, tracing her silky neck, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss, and sucking her upper and lower lips with feeling like he knew she loved.

And, he watched her tremble with pleasure, while he ached with longing to satisfy her, and make the trembling worthwhile.  

“Just a little while longer,” I promise, he murmured kissing her forehead.  


***

He’d fooled his little cutie until the last possible second about the tickets on the way to the airport with Janelle in tow.  He carried the ruse on until she’d actually printed the tickets from the Kiosk.  And, her adorable response made everything, even her prior doubt of him worth it.

She squealed, she laughed, she squeezed him tight, and kissed him so hard he had a print on his face, not from the lipstick, but he force of her lips against his cheek, all while looking at him like a hero and telling him how much she loved him.  The airline clerks were surly as he happily picked her up and swung her all around.  And even still, he did not stop chuckling with Lynne and spinning her all around until he was certain that she’d had her time to process her special moment.

Once he was sure, he got the three of them checked in, and they were off for the New Orleans airport.  He still planned to surprise her within the surprise, only telling her that they were visiting her granny between an obscenely long layover that he’d chosen to spend some time visiting granny, since she was fearful of flights and couldn’t see well, and wouldn’t be in attendance at the wedding.

He almost felt guilty for fooling the little cutie so thoroughly, while her pretty, brown exotic eyes danced with wonder.  She watched the skyline excitedly, too nervous to sleep.  His little Lynne loved to sleep on him, even around the house, often remarking that she got more sleep since she’d known him than she’d ever gotten before.  So the fact that she was too excited to sleep on a boring airline flight where she loved to sleep until drool foamed at the corners of her cute little lips, let him know that she was excited to see her granny.  

At the Louisana airport, she picked up some gifts for her granny, a creole spice kit, and he didn’t have the heart to tell her that granny was so advanced she probably got her spices from a witch doctor in a Louisiana thicket, and playing cards with huge numbers on them that granny could see.  He teased her for coming from a line of cheating ass gamblers.

When the time came to pay for the gifts, Lynne reached for her wallet, and he playfully pushed it back into her purse.

“This visit to granny is a gift for you, so if you want to give granny presents, I’m buying.  You know better,” he added playfully swatting her rear.

The smack was really an excuse to feel up his soon to be bride, and she grinned and giggled all over herself.

He loved making her happy.

They hailed a taxi to her granny’s home.

***
Lynne paid careful attention during the taxi ride over to her Granny’s home.  She tried to remember if she recognized any of the sights and sounds on the way over.  She didn’t remember a lot from when she was thirteen, the last time she saw her granny, but she could tell that this area had been affected by Hurricane Katrina, although not as severe as other parts of Louisiana.

“I still can’t believe you did this for me.  Oh Leif it’s so sweet and it makes me so happy, I’m sorry I ever doubted you,” said Lynne softly and her eyes were watery.

“Hey now, you’re gonna stop beating up over yourself about it.  An honest mistake and it’s water under the damn bridge now, neither of us will remember that shit in ten years.  We’ve got a joyous week ahead of us,” said Leif squeezing Lynne’s hand lovingly in the taxi.

As they got further from the airport, the path became more rural, and the homes became smaller, but they all had these lovely shaded porches, and there was at least one person sitting on each porch, and in many cases, an entire family.

Besides New York, which she called home, Lynne could never recall feeling so much at home…the people looked so much like her, and, even if she didn’t know was much about the place as she could, she felt an immediate familial connection.

“Damn Lynney, these people all look like your cousins, everyone here must be related,” he teased as Lynne popped him on the arm.

“They might be!” said Janelle and they all laughed.

“Like you don’t have a bunch of people in the back woods where you lived that look like they could be related.  Everyone there is blonde and blue especially back there in that woods you took me near for our ice cream and vintage shop dates, so there,” teased Lynne, sticking her tongue out at him and a face.

Leif licked at her tongue, then pretended that he was going to bite her tongue, and she squealed with laughter turning her face.

“Oh come on Lynne, I’m only funning.  They probably aren’t all related but they all have that nice smooth buttery skin that you have.  Probably the same milky brown eyes too, if you see them up close,” said Leif softly looking into her own eyes.

Lynne blushed.

“My granny was quite the looker in her day, maybe she’ll show you some pictures,” said Lynne.

“Hmmm, I don’t doubt granny was fine if she looked anything like you,” said Leif playfully nibbling the column of her neck.

“You two are pathetic and gross.  I can’t wait for this damn wedding for a break from you two, how long is this honeymoon?  Two weeks.  Hell yeah!” teased Janelle.  

Finally they were on a path she recognized, getting close to her Granny’s home.   The houses were older, and even more rundown in this area.  When she’d ridden through her with her family, after her father created his own self made wealth with the taxi company, she remembered her father being annoyed about the humble circumstances of her mother’s background.  He felt shame and embarrassment.  He called them gutter people, and suggested that her Grandmother would be a lot better off living with her daughter in Brooklyn than in the dilapidated ghetto section of the New Orleans district that her Granny called home.  

“I don’t know why she won’t live with us,” he would always say, but Lynne knew that her granny had her own convictions and wanted nothing to do with her parents religious cult.  And, her granny might not have much, but that home always radiated with love from the second she stepped her feet on the porch, until the second she had to leave.

Normally, children cried when they had to visit granny if she lived in such a remote hole in the wall area, and couldn’t wait to leave.  Lynne was the opposite.  She could feel her granny’s love even then, and it felt different than her parents love.  It was a tender adoration, understanding that Lynne didn’t have the patience or the attention span that the “bigger people” had, and an enjoyment of the things that brought Lynne joy.  Singing, pretending to act, and catching fireflies in jars, sipping on her granny’s sweet tea.  So different than how buttoned up and prim and proper she needed to be around her parents home.  She’d wanted to live with her granny, her granny even suggested it once, at least for the summer, as it was an opportunity for her to get clean air in her lungs.

Her parents blatantly refused this.  And, behind Granny’s back, they cited her lack of education and her love of the black arts as their reasoning.  But it didn’t stop her from loving granny like mad, burning up her phone getting recipes, and also occasionally hinting that things might not be as perfect with their family as it seemed.  However, Lynne didn’t press this angle much.  Her granny would go quiet and whisper that she wished there was something she could do.

When the taxi driver pulled up to the house, Lynne could hardly contain her excitement.

She reached across Leif to open the door, and he threw his head back and chuckled, looking at her with wonder.

“Just like a damn adorable little girl.  You can’t wait, just like a little kid!  Giving you presents is the best!  Look how excited you are.  You gonna just climb across my knees and out of the car and ring granny’s doorbell.  If you climb across me, I’m going to spank your little buns.  It’s not polite to climb across your husband,” he teased, climbing as slowly as he could out of the car, just to rile her up.

“You’re not my husband yet! Six more days!” she quipped.

“Oh hell, I’m just as well your husband, and you keep it up, and not only will I not let you up, I’ll tickle your tummy for being sassy to your husband to be in six days.  Is that what you want,” he asked playfully swatting her thigh.

“Ouch, get off!” she cried chuckling.   

She loved when he teased her, played with her, and threatened to spank her, and she received his adoration and love.  Being the apple of his eye was something she’d probably never get used to.  She felt all tingly in her pussy and then she was blushing because it embarrassed her to feel so warm for him in front of Janelle and that damn taxi cab driver.  

After Leif slowly got out of the car, she started swatting his ass as he shielded himself.

“Go on up there, and ring the door bell.  Scoot.  I know you can’t wait.  Let me tip the taxi driver.  Go on cutie, don’t just stand there, go ring her doorbell, it’s alright,” said Leif, swatting her ass.

He looked at her so lovingly.  He loved her so much; he didn’t want her to wait.  He was spoiling her.  He’d do anything for her.  But Lynne decided to wait to ring the doorbell until after he was finished.

When he looked at her, inquiringly she murmured

“You love me so much, I know you wanted to see the happy look on my face, when I see her again, after ten years, I can wait for you, I want you to see how much joy your surprise is giving me,” said Lynne.

And now, it was Leif whose eyes were watery.  

“I did want you to wait, because I wanted to see the look in your eyes.  But it’s your special day.  You’re gonna have what you want on this day, and every other day this week.  And if you didn’t want to wait anymore, that’s okay by your man.  But I’m glad you’re gonna let me see how cute you are when you get so happy.  Go on and ring the door bell now Lynney, before you start to cry,” he added with that firm, tender way he got, when he himself didn’t want to cry.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 45



“Come on, ring the damn door bell.  The shit takes too long baby cakes, I’ll ring it myself,” he murmured pinching her ass playfully as Lynne rang the doorbell.

***

Lynne was in mid chuckle because he was pinching her ass, when the door opened.

Her grandmother was every bit as beautiful as she remembered as a little girl, and she had that nice, buttery creole skin that never aged.

She was wearing an apron and as soon as the door opened, Lynne saw her eyes soften and fill with love.  Funny how, she’d never recognized that really caring look until Leif taught her about that.  She was so lucky.  She felt surrounded by love right now!  

“Lynne, Baby, my goodness, you’re a woman now, a beautiful woman,” said her grandmother.

“You’re beautiful too!” exclaimed Lynne, and she didn’t even wait for her grandmother to hug her, she threw her arms around her beautiful, trim grandmother.  

Her grandmother didn’t see well, she camouflaged this with a pair of stylish amber colored shades.  Like she did when she was small, her grandmother traced her facial features gently.

“Damn it, you couldn’t look more like me than if I’d spit you out myself, rather than through my daughter, look more like me than Gladys ever did!” said her grandmother, pinching her cheeks affectionately.

Lynne started crying with emotion when her grandmother pinched her cheeks.  There were times when she wondered if she’d be able to see her granny before she passed away, and her man, her sweet Leif had delivered this dream for her just as she longed for.  And the fact that he knew the secret longings of her heart so well, and the tender welcoming from someone in her family, her own blood, she just couldn’t contain her emotions.

“You’re still a damn crybaby aren’t you!   I’m happy to see you too baby,” said her grandmother with a chuckle.

“I didn’t mean to cry, I just haven’t seen you in so long is all…Granny, this is Leify…I mean Leif, my fiancée’, well, he’ll be my husband in about six days, and my best friend Janelle,” said Lynne.

“Happy to meet both of you…Now I hope you all brought an appetite, because I wanted to fix a nice lunch for you before I sent you on your way,” said her Granny.

“Oh Granny I always have room for your cooking,” said Lynne.

They washed up for lunch, and ate quickly.  Leif enjoyed the food, but she could tell it was spicier than her own cooking.  Lynne’s cooking was also hotter than anyone else’s she knew…but no match for Granny.  The heat from the meal showed up on Leif’s face, turning it an adorable red.  She wanted to give Leif something substantial to redden his face for a better reason, and couldn’t wait until Saturday night, when he was red because he was on top of her, enjoying himself more than he’d ever been pleasured before, loving her hard and rough.  

He may have been hard and rough with others, but he didn’t love those women, and so they didn’t belong to Leif.  As far as she was concerned, she belonged to him now, and wanted to share all with him.  The man would do anything for her, and she surely wanted to do anything for him, give him mind-boggling love and pleasure.  

However, seeing Leif struggle with the hot food, Lynne’s maternal side kicked in.  

“Baby it it’s too hot, let me eat some of your gravy,” said Lynne.

“It’s hot, but it’s good baby,” said Leif, even though he was coughing.

Lynne could tell it was delicious to him, but like the three little bears story she loved when she was a kid, his porridge, or the crawfish etoufee was just a little too hot.  

A little while after Lynne offered to eat his gravy, he dumped the gravy for the crawfish etouffee on Lynne’s plate, while continuing to eat the crawfish and the rice.  Lynne also got up and got him some Milk from her granny’s fridge to make him more comfortable.

“Milk will soak up some of the heat, sip it baby,” offered Lynne.

“Damn you’re so sweet and thoughtful.  You’re a little firecracker too.  I always tease you and call you that, but you eat that spicy food like there’s nothing to it, and you love it.  Tenderhearted, and shy as you are, but you have a cast iron mouth and stomach.  All that spice has to come out some where doesn’t it, I just want to be there when it does,” said Leif.  

And he traced some stay gravy from the pad of her lip with his thumb, and sucked it into his own mouth, then sucked some gravy right out of the pad of her lip, unashamed and unembarrassed by this brazen display of warmth and sensuality even in front of her grandmother and friend.

Lynne blushed and giggled, and her grandmother quipped

“I’m not going to have any trouble getting some great grands with this one right here.  You just be sure to bring all those babies you’re gonna be giving her right on back down to visit me often,” said Granny LaReux.

“Yes Ma’am,” offered Leif.

“How many babies will you give her?” cried her granny.

“Granny!  Let us get married first!  We promise at least two, but give us lots of time to practice first,” said Lynne grinning.

“We never discussed how many to have.  But, I’m thinking I might like to have twelve.  Six boys, and six girls.  When you marry a beautiful woman like Lynne, you want to spread your seeds far and wide,” said Leif playfully stroking her knee.  

“Well, you’re damn beautiful and I want my seed spread with you too, but how the hell will we feed all those babies.  We need a compromise somewhere between two and twelve,” said Lynne playfully.  

“Boy you might be fighting against yourself.  Twelve babies.  Gonna wear out your funbox there,” said her Granny.

Janelle laughed so hard, some iced tea went flying into her crawfish dish.

Right behind her was Lynne who was so taken off guard, she started to giggle and stutter-

“Granny!”

While Leif looked sober for a minute.

He looked at Lynne very seriously for a minute, and kissed the crown of her hair, smelling her hair.  Then he murmured.

“Damn!  Granny you are right.  You’re the coolest grandma ever!  I don’t want to ruin my favorite toy.  Lynne your plan to have two kids sounds about right to me!” said Leif.

Now the women were really chuckling around the table.

“Maybe one more if they are both boys, or both girls so we can have at least one of each sex.  But….three is the limit!  Yeah.  Leif, I like that, you weren’t even concerned about financial considerations.  What got you to be reasonable was thinking about the fun box getting all stretched out,” said Lynne chuckling.

“Men!” cried her grandmother.

They all laughed a little more, and then Lynne changed the conversation.  

“Granny, what happened to the tree in the backyard?” said Lynne.

Lynne was just noticing that the tree was gone.  She’d wanted to climb it so much when she was younger.  She was almost on her way to climbing the tree with her Granny’s supervision, when her father stopped her.  He indicated that young ladies did not climb trees wearing dresses.  He ushered her in the house to read a book.

Of course, Lynne soon found her way to the piano, singing and making melodies to occupy herself and have fun, but she kept staring out at the tree with longing.  The next year, when they came to visit, her grandmother had bought her a jumper, in the right size, a denim material so she could play in the yard and climb trees.

This time, her father had another excuse, ladies don’t learn to climb trees, and he’d stifled Lynne.  However, she’d longed to be outdoors, and her grandmother found her something that she could do, that her father would approve of that would become a lifetime passion of Lynne’s, gardening.
.  
Lynne stopped daydreaming and returned to the present moment.  It almost seemed like Leif could read a painful memory on her face, and he lovingly squeezed her fingers.

“You okay?” he asked gently,

“Yeah, I’m fine.  The tree granny…what happened to it?” asked Lynne.

“Well, after Katrina, there wasn’t much support for that tree left, and it was rotten, so the neighbors and I pitched in and chopped it down, before it had a chance to fall on someone’s house.  We’re lucky it didn’t fall then,” said her grandmother.

“Damn.  I wish I’d gotten a chance to try to climb it before it got torn down.  I’ve never climbed a tree before.  Well I guess I’m too old for that now anyway,” added Lynne with a nervous chuckle.

Leif had turned to look at her, and his glance was tender.

He stroked her hair.  Didn’t matter to him if Janelle and Granny were watching.  

He pulled out his chair and pulled her into his lap.  

“In my lap is where you belong right now.  I…..I’ll make sure you get to climb a tree on our honeymoon.  Oh hell Lynney, I don’t care what it takes, you’ll…you’ll climb lots of trees, and I’ll be there to catch you if you fall.  Damn.  I thought everyone had a chance to climb trees.  I can’t wait to see the look on your face scooting up the tree.  They’ll be lots of chances for you to play and have fun on this honeymoon, and that’s all I’ll say because it’s a surprise,” he added.

He dotingly rocked her in the circle of his arms and kissed her forehead.  For Lynne, the affirmation that it was shitty that she couldn’t climb the tree, but would have a chance to do it as a grown woman was all that she needed.  Just that Leif cared so much, and that, frankly, her best friend and grandmother cared that much too.  It made up for a lifetime of hurt, even if she never got to climb the damn tree.  Just the acknowledgement, the sympathy that it was indeed painful, and it was something she missed as a child that she should have gotten.  The injustices of her earlier life were being made up for, ten fold now.  She couldn’t wait for Saturday Morning to profess her love for this beautiful man before God!  And she couldn’t wait until Saturday Afternoon to make him feel like he’d died and gone to heaven.   

His voice was husky with emotion.

Lynne had to look away from him, so she didn’t get emotional.  His heart was so full of love for her, she never felt she’d be able to help him see how much she loved the tender love he showered her with.

“The…the tire swing is out there still.  Lynne I’ve got your favorite king cake.  And, after you eat that, why don’t you go ahead and let him push you on the swing and work off some of that cake,” said her grandmother.

And she winked at Leif.  Lynne didn’t understand why her grandmother was winking at Leif, but she figured she was being playful and fresh.  Typical Granny.  

She and Lynne would spend hours on the phone late at night, giggling and talking about musical and movie stars.  Her Granny had great taste, and she liked younger eye candy in a playful way, so her playful wink at Leif didn’t seem out of character, and she knew her granny was only teasing.  Little did Lynne have any idea, that was not the reason for the wink at all.   

Lynne was thrilled to get a chance to get pushed on the tire swing.  The tire swing was another thing she hadn’t been allowed to do, even though her grandmother had that tire swing put up in the other back yard tree specifically for Lynne to play with.  It wasn’t lady like to play on a dirty tire swing, or something like that, her father had said.  That was something for boys to do.  As a ten year old, she remembered wishing she were a boy so that she could play in the yard, but knew even then, if she were a boy, her father would have some other excuse.  

“Yeah Granny LaReaux, I’d love to push Lynney.  Babe, you can’t go eating that cake like a Tortoise if I push you on the swing.  We’ve only got about fifteen minutes left to our visit.  We’ve gotta get back through airport security and get checked back in for the next leg of the flight,” said Leif.

Lynne wolfed her cake down, and licked the cinnamon from her fingers.  She always licked the cinnamon off her fingers when her grandmother made king cake when she was small, if she could get away with it when her parents weren’t watching.  Even now she liked to lick the icing from her fingers left over from a doughnut or another sweet treat.  And now, that she was comfortable with Leif, she felt safe to let that side show a little bit.  

Leif chuckled.

“You’re so fucking cute, you can’t even wait,” he added playfully wiping her fingers with a napkin from the table.  

She grinned at him.  He rewarded her emotionally when she was free with him, licking her fingers, having fun.  Never once had he hurt her, since she’d met him!  

“Come on Leif, let’s go,” cried Lynne happily.

“They act like teenagers!  Lynne silly, and aided and abetted by Leif,” said Janelle with a chuckle as Lynne pulled Leif hard by his arm, and led him outside to the tire swing.

He pushed Lynne faster, and faster, higher, and higher, catching her by the waist and throwing her through the air, as Lynne clutched the tire swing for dear life.  He spun her so fast and hard her stomach had the butterflies, but it was so much fun for Lynne.  She laughed until tears poured from her eyes.  She laughed loudly from the pit of her belly, unable to contain her joy.

As she giggled, she heard Lynne’s masculine chuckle, as she felt his arms firmly around her waist.  As he pulled her back, he kissed her ear.

“Leif you’re the best swing pusher ever!  You’ve gotta do this when we have babies!  When they get like four or five, they’ll love it.  If you push me so good, imagine how hard you can push our future five year old,” said Lynne, chattery and bubbly with happiness.  

“You’re so damn cute.  I love when you’re happy.  You just become my fucking little motor mouth.  What did you do with that shy little Lynney I met six months ago?  I love the happy, giggly, motormouth version myself,  I want you to tuck the shy Lynney away for a little while,” he whispered, then pulling her back and sending her sailing through the air as she squealed.

Sometimes he’d tickle her stomach before he let her free, and she squealed with laughter and delight before he filled her stomach with pleasure with the butterfly feeling when he pushed her hard in the air.  

After five more minutes, he murmured-

“Okay Lynney, it’s time to go.  Don’t be sad now,” he added stopping the tire swing gently.

As hard as he pushed her before, when it was time to stop, he held her to his body gently as a feather.  Damn.  He could be so gentle, and she knew instantly, even if he was rough with her, in the bed sometimes as her new husband, he would be so sweet and gentle to her in the after care.  He was sending that message to her loud and clear right now.

He kissed her forehead like a princess.

“Did you have fun little mama,” he asked sweetly.

“Yeah I did, tons of fun, I can’t wait until we come back and visit Granny again,” said Lynne.

He offered her his hand to help her up.

“Then why the long ass face.  You look like a sad little girl.  Now I told you, we’ll have time to swing, climb trees, do whatever fun stuff you want to do on our honeymoon.  You just make a list baby girl, of all the things you want to do with your new husband, and we’ll do all of them.  But I just can’t stand this long ass face.  It breaks me.  God, what will I do with our children,  I’m gonna be such a softy, sucker dad, I can’t even look at my wife to be’s puppy dog little eyes, and not want to give in,” said Leif playfully.    

“I’m not sad.  It was just so much fun, swinging on this swing like I always wanted to, and now it’s over…I just want to swing a little while more.  Two minutes?  Please?  Then I can say goodbye to granny and catch the flight,” asked Lynne.

“Now you’re just fucking spoiled.  You’re a bride, so this week will be the most fun week you’ve had in your whole life.  This shitty tire swing is just the beginning.  But…you probably didn’t do a lot of swinging growing up.  I just promised you a second ago you’ll get lots of that on the honeymoon too.  Piggy back rides, tree climbs, and swing pushes.  I love to hear your laughter.  It’s every bit as melodious as your voice on stage.  Now that I’ll be your husband, not a day will go by where you don’t have at least one belly splitting laugh.  But now is the time for you to scoot, if you want to get married to me, because we gotta get that flight babe,” he added.

He kissed her forehead like he adored her, and the warmth spread through Lynne.

“Well I will scoot, but first can I say that I want to make you laugh from your soul every day as well,” said Lynne dreamily. 

And, she enthusiastically pulled his own face down to kiss him on his own forehead.  

He grinned at her.  It was a loving grin.  

“I like that you are learning to manhandle me.  It’ll come in handy for you later.  Let’s go inside and say goodbye to granny.  I know you’re sad about that too,” said Leif.

She walked beside Leif slowly, dragging her feet.

“I know you’re sad about that shit too, but we’ll come back and visit her.  Maybe for Thanksgiving.  I sure could eat more of her tasty ass cooking, best cooking I ever had, maybe besides yours, because granny is a little too spicy, I have to get used to it.  But yummy and full of flavor!  I’m already looking forward to thanksgiving, no damn turkey, I want that crawfish thingy,” said Leif.

“Crawfish etoufee,” said Lyne with laughter.  

The entered the house again, and her granny was sitting in the living room.

Lynne hugged and kissed her granny goodbye.

“Lynne, I want you to help me with something in the bedroom.  You see well, and I need help with it before I leave,” said her grandmother with a smile in Leif’s direction.

“Sure, sure granny, whatever you need,” said Lynne walking down the small hallway, past the bathroom and down to the end of the home, where her grandmother’s bedroom was.

The lights were off.  She turned the lights on.

And that’s when she saw them.  

Two red clamshell suitcases, completely packed.  It couldn’t be!  There was no other reason for Granny to have suitcases unless she was boarding the last leg of the flight with them.   That sweet, beautiful man!  How lucky she was that he chose her to be his wife to be!  

“Damn it I’m sorry I ever doubted you baby!  Oh Leif, you’re the sweetest Liar ever!  I can’t believe you knew the whole time we were bringing her!  You let me think we were just stopping for lunch!  All this time you knew, while we were eating, laughing, playing on the swings!  You’re such a shit, fooling me like that!  Oh god I love you so much!  What a shit you are!  God I love you so much Leify!  Thank you so much baby,” shouted Lynne.  

She heard Janelle and her grandmother chuckling with happiness, now that she’d found her surprise.  

Her emotions took her over.  She didn’t reach for the suitcases.  

She ran back into the living room and pounced in his lap hard, kissing him.  Then she backed up a little…she didn’t want to hurt him with her enthusiasm.  She remembered being too eager when she was younger and getting rebuffed, and she clearly remembered being rebuffed at the hands of her cruel ex-boyfriend even though neither slight hurt her anymore.  

But she pounced on Leif so hard, she worried she might have hurt him.   She was working on curbing the level of her enthusiasm sometimes, but her emotions had been stifled so much growing up, that sometimes when she was happy she couldn’t contain herself.  She could clearly see that she startled Leif at first, he didn’t expect her to pounce on his knees, but next, she saw such warmth and tenderness for her in his glance.  He just adored her.  And his lips curled into the biggest smile.  And he winked at her.

“See how damn cute you are?  Is there a long lost Aunt we can find so I can get another hug like that?  I don’t think you’ve ever squeezed me so tight before, but I love it baby,” he added dotingly.  

Shit!  It was almost too much, the love she saw there.  She wanted to cry.  This man was not about to rebuff her just because she lost her head and pounced on him like an anxious kitten.  No.  It was all different now, and she needed to relearn a lot of her former programming. That was what caused her so much shit, and made her mistrustful of Leif, when he was putting together the surprise in the first place.  New home, new love, loving husband to be, and different rules.  He wasn’t turned off by her overenthusiasm, even though it had irritated her parents, and that harsh ex of hers!  




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 45



And, he kissed her forehead over and over again.

“I live to make you happy darlin’, right now, I swear it!  My special girl, I’m glad you are so excited,” said Leif, between kisses to her forehead.

“I’m so lucky you are mine.   But I didn’t mean to clobber you.  I just got so happy it all got away from me.  I’ll try to calm down,” she added with a shy smile.   

“Hey baby, it’s okay to be happy.  It’s a special surprise.  That’s why we are all here.  It’s Lynney’s day, and Lynney’s time.  I’m lucky that you are so enthusiastic with your love for me.  Everyone here loves you, Granny and Janelle, and of course me, and we want you to be yourself.  Lynne Peterson is a bundle of energy, she’s happy her granny is coming to the wedding, and squeezing the man who made it happen is a normal reaction…and I love your affection for me.  I wanted you to be excited about it, or I wouldn’t have done the shit,” he added dotingly.

Lynne Peterson.  He was already calling her proudly by her married name!  He might not have thought she noticed, but she noticed, and him calling her by his last name couldn’t have come at a better time, while she feasted on his loving reassurance.  

She cuddled into his neck now, she knew he was okay with her being so emotional, and nearly clobbering him with her affections.  She couldn’t help wetting his neck with her tears, because he let her love him in a deep, authentic, and true way that she’d been unable to express around anyone else, because of her shyness and fear of rejection.  It was a powerful and cathartic emotion, even if she and Leif were not in private, and she was in front of her grandmother, and best friend.  She was hiding in his neck and chuckling because she knew her granny was about to tease her.

“A damn crybaby, she always was, and she always will be.  Lynne get your ass up and let that boy get my suitcases, I know you can’t lift them yourself, I had to pack every damn thing but the kitchen sink for my first trip out of state, and my first airline flight, and seeing my only grandchild get married.  Get out of his lap.  They’ll be plenty of time for you to be nasty and fresh and climb all over him later, and we won’t say a word.  I know you gotta get started on those great grandbabies, and Lynne called two, or at the most three,” said her Granny.

Lynne chuckled and blushed.  Leif got Granny LaReaux suitcases, and Lynne got her makeup bag and other toiletries, and they were off to LAX.


***

The surprise was even more lovely than Leif thought it would be.  And Lynne’s reaction far exceeded what he envisioned when he daydreamed her reaction.  It was damn adorable, the way she screamed, called him a shit, cried with glee, and later on pounced in his lap.  The only thing missing was that he didn’t think of taking out his cellphone to record that shit.  

And when that little sweetie he’d soon be calling his wife pounced in his lap to hug and kiss him to thank him for the surprise, he thought he would burst with love.  Of course she startled him, but it was cute.  He had a feeling she’d been rebuffed before, when she was excited.  She did not need to apologize for being bubbly.  In his mind, that was a natural outgrowth of her happiness.  And he wanted his little sweetie to be very happy for the rest of their days.  He didn’t mind if she felt so happy with him sometimes she wanted to jump up and down on the bed.  Shit!  He wondered if she’d ever jumped on the bed.  Probably not.  Another fun thing to let her try on the honeymoon.  

He only prayed that Lynne was enjoying her suprise as much as he was.  

Her granny was spry, earthy, and hilarious.  And he’d gotten to witness more of Lynne’s kindhearted sweetness.  She sat in the seat beside her Granny to hold her hand as the plane took off in the air.   Lynne also said a prayer with her so she would not be frightened.  Leif didn’t think her grandmother was that spiritual, her leanings seemed to be more like Leif’s, thinking there was good in everything, except the religious cult in which Lynne was raised.  But he was touched that Lynne used her own strong faith, that she was developing outside the confines of that cult she was raised in, to comfort her granny but not in a preachy way.  Her granny seemed calm after the prayer, probably because Lynne seemed so calm as she was praying.

He heard her grandmother say softly

“You pray so beautiful baby.  Maybe you should pray at your beautiful wedding.  You’ve always had a kind, gentle heart Lynne, and I am just happy, tickled that you found someone worthy of you, who will treat you as sweet as that little softie heart of yours needs,” said her grandmother.  

After they were in the air, she kept her granny occupied by playing cards with her, and her grandmother was able to read the extremely large letters and numbers on the cards, just as Lynne mentioned when purchasing the playing cards.  Leif thought Lynne was so thoughtful to keep her granny company and to have thought of something she thought would be enjoyable to her, card playing.

He had no idea that by playing cards with Granny, Lynney was sharpening her skills, and fattening him up for a kill later.  The time flew by, and he occupied himself just with watching the antics between his bride and her granny, while they cursed, giggled and tried to outwit each other.  

At the airport, his mother hugged her granny like she’d known her all her life.

“We’re happy to have someone in Lynne’s family on their side.  And we can see where she gets her beauty from,” said his mother.

Leif got everyone’s baggage, loaded it in the car, and then unloaded it at the house.   He sat Granny’s luggage in one of the guest rooms in the main house, then took their luggage out to the cottage.  

Back inside, Lynne and her granny were working in the kitchen and it was filled with unique smells and flavors he’d never smelled before.  

Dinner was delicious, some type of jumblaya and red beans.  His mother had remembered the ingredients Lynne used last time when treating them to creole cooking, and the pantry was stocked.

He couldn’t help noticing how his spicy little bride asked for the hot sauce and drenched her jambalaya and the side of red beans with the potent liquid.  Leif turned a shade pinker just watching the food.

But Lynne devoured the meal, even though they had a filling lunch.  But she loved the creole food, that was why she’d learned to fix it, and it was part of her heritage and bloodline, a yearning so strong she probably didn’t even understand it.  She craved spice.  And now, the glimmer and sparkle in her eyes when they interacted let him know she was craving more spice from him in the bedroom as well, and he was more than willing to deliver the heat she needed.  

He murmured playfully in her ear.

“I like spicy, but even I can’t handle the amount of spice that you like in your cooking.  But, if you don’t feel timid, I promise you, I can give you all the spice you need when I’m loving you in a few days baby,” he growled softly.

He watched Lynne squirm on the chair.  Squirm with desire, and he simply ached!

“Stop teasing me Leif!” she chuckled loudly, squirming away from his embrace.

That chin dimple puckered up, and he already knew what was going on, she was squirmy and blushing all over herself, because his teasing made her wet.

He didn’t listen to her, entreaties for him to stop, took her ear back close to his own mouth and whispered playfully, so no one else could hear

“I like it when you ruin your panties, I’m taking on the laundry chore now anyway, doesn’t matter how many pairs you smear up with your delicious juices,” 

No one could hear what he was saying, but Lynne, and she blushed and turned a hot shade of pink, squirming away from him.

“Quit teasing, you’re such a bum, and you’re not being right, right now!” she cried, pinching him hard on his arm, like he was a misbehaving schoolboy.

And he was.  He chuckled, rubbed his arm, and kissed her chin dimple which was puckered up as she screwed up her face demanding that he stop “messing with” her, all while she giggled and wriggled around on the chair.

Those cute little noises, and the squirminess, he swore, he couldn’t wait until he was giving her a good reason for her adorable reactions to his teasing, his cock thrusting hard inside of her.  

He kissed her forehead willing his thoughts to cool down in front of all the others.

Then the cards came out again, after Lynne and his mother cleaned up the kitchen.

The cards, and the kitchen cleaning up was the only thing that saved Lynne from his raucous sensual teasing.  

They paired up, Leif and Janelle, and Lynne and her granny.

That was when Lynne and her Granny and the adorable antics began.  They were colossal cheats!  

At first, Janelle and Leif were unaware that Lynne and her Granny were cheating.  But soon, began their long-winded conversations and the dropping hints here and there. 

“You little rascal!  You’re cheating!” he cried.

“Can’t prove it,” said Lynne.

Her granny laughed.

“You are cheating.  Long winded stories about bleeding heart liberals?  About needing a new spade from the garden.  Almost every hand that’s played there’s a new damn story, and I’m about to ban talking,” said sharply Leif with his arms folded.

“What are you, a dictator, you can’t ban friendly conversations,” sassed Lynne eyeing Leif over her cards, her mouth obscured by the hand of cards she was holding.  

“Yeah Leif, I agree, I think in the interest of this game, we should ban all side conversations not directly related to the game, because clearly, cheating Ass Lynne, and Granny LaReaux got something going on,” said Janelle.

“Cheating Ass Lynne. Can’t prove it, and the two of you suck so badly that, you’d be losing whether we cheated or not.  I can’t believe you just played that card, Janelle.  Some partner she is for you Leif,” said Lynne rubbing her hands together.

“Yeah, but I think, since someone thinks we are cheating we may as well flush out the liars.  My hearts all out of it Lynney, but first, an Ace!” said her grandmother.

“Oh please, so now we can guess already that Granny LaReaux is out of hearts now that she’s played the damn Ace.  You two are childish.  One twenty three year old going on three, and a seventy year old going on seven,” said Leif disgustedly as Granny snatched up the books. 

So Lynne and Granny, cheating card partners for life continued to cheat their way through spades.  

Her grandmother was also a riot, she licked the winning planning card and stuck it to her forehead.  Lynne got up from the table and led her granny in a hand dance all around the table.

Leif chucked in spite of himself, right along with Janelle.  He knew at that point there was no place that he’d rather be for the rest of his life, surrounded by his beautiful woman, and their family and friends, watching her being happy, free, and full of love for the supportive people they were lucky to share their lives with.  

And he treasured seeing Lynne this way, secure in herself yet playful.  It was what he’d seen in her from the moment he’d first came over her house for dinner and kissed her against the bookcase.  It was also an emotion she’d learned to express with him, and now that she knew peace, and comfort she was also able to share it with their special family and friends.  It meant that their wedding day would be even more beautiful than he imagined, watching Lynne both reflecting and surrounded by love on all sides, just what he’d wanted for her, ever since the moment he’d fallen for her.   

He watched Lynne for a little bit as though watching a painting, long graceful limbs, her luscious, shapely legs, and juicy ass adding some tartness to his angelic dreamy view of his wife to be.  She was leading her granny all around, the table.  Her granny also danced pretty well, even though she had limited vision.

“And they still haven’t proved that we cheated,” said Lynne.

“They sure can’t prove it.  They aren’t clever like we are,” said her grandmother.

“Plus, they suck,” teased Lynne, leading her grandmother back to her chair as her granny collapsed into giggles.  

Once granny was seated, Lynne sat next to Leif, poised to shuffle and cut cards again.

That was when Leif tickled her waist while she squealed, and begged him to stop, and he fought against his tingling cock.   She was a beautiful and vibrant woman, playful cheating and her playful childish antics or not.  She just had a beautiful spirit and this warmth that just drew him in, along with Janelle and granny.  They were all lucky to be in her life.  

He felt so comfortable around their friends and family that it seemed safe to indulge in their play without being judged.   Lynne held that fear often, he didn’t hold it as much, but there were times that she brought out his lighter side, that he worried that others who didn’t understand their unique relationship would think it was silly.  That was why he was glad they’d be surrounded by love on their wedding day.  

“No more shuffling cards for your ass.  No more card playing.  You little cheater, you’re gonna get what little wives to be who cheat at cards get,” he murmured playfully.

Now that he was tickling her, she was squirming and defenseless, and he almost effortlessly gripped her around her waist, pulled his chair closer, and lifted her across his knee.

“Leify, stop it!  No!” she giggled loudly.

“I’ll only stop if you admit you cheated,” chuckled Leif, his hand high in the air poised to spank her.

“You can’t prove we were cheating young man!” cried her granny with laughter.

“Fine, sacrifice your granddaughter then,” said Leif playfully holding the one hand that was shielding her ass in the air, and bringing down some stinging swats, while Lynne yelped defiantly and exclaimed-

“I wasn’t cheating you shit, you’re just a damn bully…get off of me-“

While Janelle howled with laugher chanting-

“That’s right, you get her Leif, extort a confession from her cheating ass,”

He hadn’t counted on granny pinching his side until he literally yelped with both laughter and pain.

“Granny, come on,” chuckled Leif, and he squirmed, letting Lynne free, and then Lynne got up from the table, running around the kitchen first, and then opened the sliding class door, running around outside, trying to get away from him.

“You can’t run forever now.  Eventually you’ll tire out, and I’ll be at the cottage when you do,” cried Leif playfully.

He turned the outside light on in front of the cottage.

He saw Lynne go inside and saw her shadow talking to her Granny, plotting and planning.

“Truce?” she begged him loudly across the yard.

He loved their world of adventure and play!  He never thought he’d find a woman so playful and adorable.  He had so much fun with her, and he hadn’t had such fun since he was a little Leif.  He never thought at all about marriage before Lynne, but the love and play he shared with her was just what he wanted in his beautiful wife.  

“Truce,” he added warmly.

But, he had his fingers crossed behind his back.  Besides, he promised her a truce on the outside of the property, not on what happened once she crossed the threshold of the cottage.

That was what he told himself anyway.

“You little monster, I’m going to get you,” cried Leif, as soon as he got her in the cottage, he picked her up by her waist and started trying to sling her over his shoulder, to carry her into the bedroom, pull down her panties, since they were in private now, he no longer needed to spank her through her jeans.  He was going to spank her bare little cakes until they stung, and she admitted to being a cheating ass liar at cards.  

The hard on he got when he thought of spanking that firm, juicy, soft little ass was brutal.  He didn’t know if he could even finish the spanking without wanting to sex her, and he was glad that the spanking had gone indoors, in private, and not in front of her friend and her granny where it couldn’t be sexual.  

But Lynne kneed him in his side a little bit, hurt him slightly, but mostly startled him, and she darted out the front door of the cottage, back through the huge yard, and banged on the sliding glass door.

Janelle pretended not to see Lynne, but granny let her in.

“He’s gonna spank me harder if he catches me this time…” said Lynne chuckling with laughter.

“He won’t spank you anymore when I’m around baby,” said her grandmother through the door looking at Leif meaningfully.  Granny stood in front of the door with her arms folded, as though she would not let him inside. Janelle pushed past Lynne’s grandmother to let Leif in because he was her card partner, and remembered how Lynne tried to smite him cheating at cards.  

“You wanna bet I won’t spank her more?  That’s what happens to naughty little brides.  Lynne we can do this the easy way, and get a few taps, or we can do it alone later, and I might have to take out my belt until you admit that you cheated, and then once you fess up to being a little liar, I’ll put the belt away and kiss the boo-boos,” said Leif with a chuckle.

“Ugh, Ugh, too much information,” grimaced Janelle.

“You can sleep in my room grandbaby, I won’t let that boy spank you again, he hasn’t proven anything.  Not gonna let my grandson get away with that mess,” said her granny.

“Well she can’t sleep in your room forever, she’s gonna be leaving with me on Saturday, as my wife.  If I were you Lynne, I’d do my spanking now, it’ll be worse if I have time to sit on it and think...and you wait until you are my wife.  I might have to use the belt on you extra times for making it wait.  Or you can just admit those long winded ass stories were cheats,” said Leif.

But, out of nowhere, Lynne started spanking his ass!

“You little devil.  Damn you,” said Leif shielding himself.

Lynne giggled and ran across the field, Leif assumed she was trying to make it to the cottage first to lock him out of the cottage.  

As they were running through the yard, the side door opened, and Leif heard Janelle cry out-  

“Goodnight.  You two need to sort that shit out!  We’ll have a soft pillow and heating pad for your ass at the breakfast table, Lynne.  Spank her ass good Leif, one time for each lie told at the card table,” quipped Janelle playfully.

“Hmm, if I find out he spanked my granddaughter tonight, he may as well not show up for breakfast.  I’m cooking it, and they’ll be none for him.  He better go to McDonald’s tomorrow morning if he spanks her tonight.  You tell me if he spanks you,” said her grandmother.

“Yes ma’am, if he spanks me or tries to tickle me, I’ll be sure to tell you.  Leif hates Brussels sprouts, so we should make him eat them for breakfast if he spanks me,” said Lynne looking innocent.  

“That sounds like a good idea granddaughter.  I’ll be sure to tell his mother, she’s already told me how Leif likes to use his size to his advantage and wrestle you unfairly, because he’s bigger,” said her grandmother.

“Oh my god!  Lynne you are such a phony ass!   She does her fair share of wrestling him too, believe me, unfortunately I have to witness it all.  Leif use the belt on her!  Don’t let her get away until she admits to cheating.  And until she gives me back my Sade CD,” cried Janelle.

In spite of himself, Leif chuckled.  

Once they shut the screen door, she was pinching and slapping at his ass.

“You’re so damn bold aren’t you?  Teasing me when it’s your turn to get that sweet little ass warmed with my hand for cheating, and lying at cards,” said Leif playfully.  

“Come on Leify, don’t be sore at me.  Let’s get ready for bed,” she purred pawing at his chest and kissing his pecks.

“Mmm, Lynney, you think you’re gonna make me forget about your punishment because you fill me with pleasure?  Is that what the hell you are thinking,” he added playfully cupping her ass.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 45



“You don’t wanna spank me.  We’re all alone now, so now we can have a different kind of fun, and if you think you need to punish me while we are having that fun, I’m a big girl and I can accept a punishment,” said Lynne looking at him with moony eyes.

His groin ached.

He knew what kind of punishment she was hinting at.

A good fucking.  Her first fucking.  To teach her a lesson about being such a little card cheat.

Too bad for her, it was six days away from the wedding.  And too bad for him too.  It hardly seemed like he wanted to wait anymore.   And what the hell was six days, would it even matter in ten years.  But then, he started thinking about the promise he made to Lynney, and even the way her father said all that shit about everything about them being mainly physical.

It was not!  He loved her with all his soul, and wanted what was best for her.  What was best, was to wait six more days, and then he could always remind her lovingly that he loved her so much, he waited to fuck her until he married her so she would know how much he loved her.

They were headed down a dangerous path together, if he kept letting her tease him with another type of punishment.

Lynne swallowed and leaned down and cupped his erection.

Leif sucked the air in through his teeth with pleasure.

“Now Lynney you need to stop that, because, your man….I’m gonna…I’ll be forced to spank you for another reason…being fresh with your man and turning him on…” said Leif, as Lynne got down on her knees, unbuckling his belt buckle, her breathing tickling his belly button.

Damn it, that little cutie made him feel so good!  He loved the way her hot, wet pouty lips felt around his cock, and she sucked it like guzzling his come tasted like candy.  Never received such enthusiastic head!  The difference between sex from a woman who loved him, verses sex with a random woman would never compare.  

“I….I think you should forget about the spanking baby.  Why don’t you punish your wifey to be another way baby,” she murmured.

She stuck her pink tongue out and licked boldly over the slit of his cock.  She pursed her lips around the shaft and let out a low moan, like she was receiving sexual pleasure just from the bulb of his cock inside her lips.  

Shit, those sweet lips felt so good!  

It was all he could do not to grab a handful of her soft hair and pull her into his cock, and tell her to suck it like the naughty little card cheat that she was, and then he’d give her something else to do with his cock, while she crouched down on all fours, obediently, like a good little wifey, and keep quiet!  And he knew that was what she wanted!  She looked up at him expectantly like she wanted him to talk to her raunchy while she sucked his cock and get taught a lesson.  

But, not this time.  Because he feared if he started playing with her nasty and rough, letting her suck his cock, he’d throw her down on the floor of the cottage on her back, and fuck the little creature until he wouldn’t need to spank her, because she’d have rug burns all over her ass tomorrow morning.

“Sweetie, stop it, come on, time for bed, I can’t help myself with you.  Been wanting to fuck your pussy too long, I just can’t right now sweetie, please don’t touch my cock, I want to fuck you so much it hurts, I don’t think I can feel those lips on my cock without getting too rough with you,” murmured Leif sweetly.

And, he never wanted Lynne to feel rejected.  He knew she was very sensitive with love for him and her own growing emotions, so he stooped down on his knees with her and kissed her forehead, offering her his hand and helping her up.

“You sure you don’t want some cock kisses.  I’m not saying I cheated, but I sure do like being punished!” she moaned saucily.

“If you like your man to punish you lovingly, I will darlin’.  It sounds to me like what you need, is a spanking little cutie, for your misbehaviors, no playing with my cock, now…stop touching it, it wants to fuck you so bad it hurts,” said Leif with a husky chuckle, referring to his dick in the third person to try to detach himself from some of his arousal.  

“Yes baby.  Whatever you say now baby.  I’m not saying I cheated,” said Lynne playfully.

He hugged her gently around her waist.

The look she gave him was a bit different than before.  Sweet as any syrup he'd ever tasted, and spicy, and submissive.

"How, do you want me, to submit myself to you, to be spanked?" she asked, and her voice took on that slightly husky timber she got when she was aroused.

She looked at him with big, obedient eyes.

"I just want to do whatever my big strong man tells me to do, even if he needs to set me a little straight, because I'm telling you now I didn't cheat," she crooned, standing in between his legs, her hand slightly touching his shoulder.

He wanted to bite his knuckles.

Because she was beautiful, and sexy, and a temptress, and he knew she liked being submissive to him, it was how she was wired, and he'd never played so much with dominance and submission as he had with his little cutie, but it was so beautiful in the context of their tender love, she craved his love and approval, and he craved to be a real, loving man for his beautiful woman, and understand all her needs and desires, because to him, it was the foundation of romantic love.  When he gave her what she needed, she gave back to him manifold.

And what she said she needed was a spanking.  They played the spanking games before, but not the way she was looking at him now.

She asked to...submit herself to him, for her spanking.

Oh shit, his cock ached so bad, and he wanted to pin her down and fuck her.

He looked up at her standing between his legs, and quite literally bit his knuckles with passion.

"You are lucky it's not Sunday.  That's what's saving your adorable ass.  Because, if it were Sunday, and you had that ring on your finger, I'd tell you to lay on your stomach and spread your legs, and bite the pillow, because I was gonna give it to you hard and nasty like naughty little cheaters deserve," he murmured.

When he murmured this, he looked into her big, hypnotic brown eyes, and they danced with fire and lust.

And she let out a little, slight peep, an, mmmphhh sound.

She wanted him so badly she moaned under her breath.

He saw her adorably shift her weight on one foot like she did when she was nervous, and she swallowed, and he smelled her womanly desire thickening in the air.  A sweet pussy scent, smelling like those sugar cookies he loved.

He could tell her sexy panties were moistening at the thought of him throwing her on the bed on her tummy.

She sighed a little and murmured, her voice sounding like she was tipsy or high on a joint, like she loved-

"I wish it was Sunday...." and looked at him with these lovesick eyes.

Lovesick to submit to him lovingly, and he'd never had a woman look at him or make him feel like that before, like a king or a hero, and like she just craved his cock inside her so much, it made her feel sick with need, the same way he was sick with need to sniff, and taste and fuck her tight pussy...it was different than before, the scales with Lynne were equally balanced when it came to their sensual desires, the lust was maddeningly instinctual, and her desire mirrored his.  

"But it's not Sunday baby girl.  So...I think what your naughty, cheating little ass should do right now, is, pull those tasty little jeans down around your ankles, leave your panties around your ankles and climb across my knee," he murmured huskily.

His dick was so sore imagining her luscious, sandy colored bottom splayed across his knee that he leaked some precum on his boxers and worried about staining the front of his jeans.

Shit, he felt like a teenager again!

"But how will I get across your knee with my pants around my ankles," inquired Lynney.

He reached out and pinched her bottom hard so she yelped.

Then she giggled with glee, rubbing her bottom.

"Quit that Leify, it hurts!" she added, but she was also giggling her ass off.

He knew she was playing and didn't want to stop.  But, he also felt it important to be sure he always knew the difference between her playful demands that he stop and her seriously wanting him to stop.  That was part of building the security and love in his sweet little wife and being sure that she knew he would not hurt her.  

She loved to be teased with his loving authority.  He figured this was because she knew that he loved her.  Authority before had caused his sweet wifey to be so much pain.  But now, in the context of their beautiful love, authority was exercised to show love and concern for her.  And, she probably enjoyed the games so much, because she got to learn what it was like to feel protected under strength that wanted to love her, not shame or humiliate her.  It set right things that were broken and skewed in her heart and emotions.  It healed things that had damaged her.  And, it was up to him to impart these beautiful lessons, and he couldn't think of a more noble task on Earth.  He was lucky that such a beautiful, sensitive, charismatic little creature entrusted him to teach her about love, tenderness, submitting to his wishes, and him submitting to hers.

He kissed her forehead.

"You sassing me," he asked pinching her tender bottom meat again.

"Ouch baby, that hurts," she squeaked, but she was still giggling.

He stopped pinching only because he didn't want to bruise her tender flesh with his play.   She was so soft, and tender, and gorgeous.

He bent down and bit her ass through her jeans.

"Stooopp, you're so dirty, you have a hard on already, and you haven't even started my spanking yet!"  she cried, but she was giggling, and cupping his head even as she was flinching.

He knew that was a playful stop, because her eyes were shining and she was laughing very hard when he sat back up and looked in her eyes.  She was so adorable, learning and exploring about herself.

He'd give his life for her.  He knew that at this moment.  Didn't matter if they weren't always equally matched emotionally, and she needed a lot of nurturing.  This sweet, giggling, adorable, curious, little nymphomaniac he was marrying deserved all the love, and pampering and spoiling he could give her, always!  

Now came the time to teach his Lynney another tender lesson before the fast approaching wedding day.  One last thing that was important for his baby girl to know before she became his bride, and things got rougher, and more primal between the two of them.  

"Pull down your panties and climb across my lap," he crooned softly, but as he said it, he tenderly stroked her chin dimple.  

She wanted him so much she leaned her chin further into his caress, looking at him with those sweet bashful eyes.

"Yes, Leify," she said batting her eyes at him playfully.

"Gonna ask it one more time princess, and the spanking will be easier if you tell your husband in five days, the truth....did you...did you cheat when playing with granny back there," said Leif playfully.

She was smiling her impish little grin and that sweet chin dimple puckered to the fore.  Even though he was supposed to be playfully punishing her, he kissed that sweet dimple.  Damn it she was so cute and precious and he could already see how adorable she'd be overwhelmed with the feelings of newlywed fucking.  

Even if she wanted to lie, with the wholesome way she was raised, he could see right through any untruth.  That sweet honesty gave it away.

"Yes, yes, I did baby, I deserve my spanking," she added, looking at him with playful shyness before staring at her feet.  

Without a word, she reached down and unbuttoned those tight black jeans, so tight on her juicy ass she had to wiggle them off her little rear end globes to pull them down around her ankles.  

Then she was standing there in soaking wet panties, her luscious crotch covered with a sensual, sticky little imprint already.

"You like to be spanked for your sins by your husband don't you baby girl," he added playfully.

She had her pants around her ankles, and she struggled to move forward in the circle of his arms, when he picked her up by her waist and spread her across his knees on the bed.

He then yanked her panties down firmly around her ankles.

"I want...baby I want you to know something before we play harder together.  I...no matter what you should feel safe," he added tenderly.

He did something that he was sure surprised her, tenderly kissing her cute little ass, over, and over again.

"I do feel real safe baby, even when we play," she crooned softly.

"But you still need to learn to trust.  When I was planning that surprise for your granny you still, you still were afraid I was gonna hurt you or leave, when I acted secretive, remember," asked Leif.

She was still across his bottom to be spanked and she turned, looked to him with tears in her eyes...

"I thought you forgave me for that, I thought you said there was nothing I could do other than cheating, that would ever make me stop loving you...please forgive me for that Leif, I am so sorry.  I’m still learning, but I understand a lot more now, and I will do my best not to hurt you again.  Please forgive me," said Lynne emphatically.  

"I did say that I forgive you sweetness, and I meant it.  But...you still have a little way to feel safe with me.  And I understand it.  Your dad was an asshole.  Your....your ex-boyfriend whom you trusted introduced you to sex by raping you.  Your church excommunicated you when you needed them the most.  But the buck stops here Lynney!  You're just beautiful, and sweet, and you need to know that you are very loved now, and you need to understand that I will always protect you honey, do you understand," he asked, her bottom still up in the air and naked.   Sweet, tender and vulnerable.  And, when she was most vulnerable of all, it was important for her to know that he’d never hurt her in a way she didn’t want!  

"Yeah I understand.  I know you would never hurt me.  I might be kinky but spankings with you feel good, it hurts so good baby, and I love how we cuddle and have sex afterwards!  Oh baby, I'm so wet on your knee, please spank me!  Spank it good, harder than you ever have, I'm so wet, I’m a bad little wifey, who wants to be spanked by her man, and a lie, and a cheat!  Punish me big boy!  On Sunday, make me say, yes sir, husband sir, and spank me whenever I'm naughty!  I want you to make say yes, husband, sir," she moaned softly.  And she grinded her wet womanhood against his leg, humping his knee for sexual relief her own horniness was so great!  

"I feel, I feel your creaminess on my leg.  I know you want it.  I know you like it.  But you need to feel safe with me baby.  Do you know how vulnerable you are right now?  With your panties pulled down around your ankles. Naked.  Smelling like my favorite sugar cookies," he moaned taking a sniff of her womanly juices on his finger and swiping the nape of her tender neck with his other gentle hand.

"Skin so damn soft sometimes I feel like a pussy.  You know I love you so much I'm scared I'm gonna fucking cry like a sissy on Saturday baby," he murmured kissing her ass crack.

"I love you too!  I already know that I'm gonna cry when I see you, looking sexy in that tux," she said sweetly.

Her love for him, adorable it was true, but no way was she as smitten as he was with the sweet, vulnerable little creature.  And he would never hurt her.


He kissed the crown of her head.

"I....this is different than any other way you've been treated baby.  You're safe Lynney.  So, we're gonna have a safe word.  When we play, if I spank you, or if I'm fucking you, and things get too rough and you need them to go sweet again, so you don't get scared...I want you to say your safe word.  And...and since you are your husband's sweet little tortoise, shy with her little shell, and slow moving about lots of things, that's your safe word.  Tortoise.  You say that word to your husband, and any roughness stops, and he cuddles you right away okay?  Just say Tortoise.  Or Tortoise Leify, I've had enough, or it hurts, or I'm sore, or whatever.   And Leify doesn't get mad, and he does not get impatient, and he doesn't yell and is not harsh like you knew before, from all the other shitty men you ever knew.  Sometimes I'd like to go back in time and beat the shit out of your ex boyfriend and father, because they made you afraid of male strength.   But I'm not gonna hurt you with my masculinity, and strength it will be used to bring you sexual pleasure and keep you safe emotionally.  Do you understand? Because I love you Lynney.  When we play with rough stuff I want it to be delightful for you.  I want you to enjoy it like an animal because that shit is fun and feels good as hell, but I also want you to know that your husband is not a monster and I wouldn't hurt you.  And you can stop the play anytime you wish, and it can be sweet and tender and slow, or even stop if you need...okay?" he asked sweetly.

And that's when he looked over, Lynne looked up at him and said, softly-

"Tortiose,"

And he thought it was odd, because he hadn't started to spank the lovely thing yet, but he meant what he said.  If she said Tortoise, she was ready for their magical world of sexual love and play to stop, and so it was time to arrange his wifey to be's clothes so that she wasn't spread across his knee for a spanking.  

He helped her up in his lap and helped her gently pull up her panties, and her jeans, covering her thighs in kisses.  When he was through he tousled her hair, and pulled her down toward his knee, kissing her forehead.

Lynne looked up at him and she glowed.

"Damn it Leif, I love you," she crooned softly, and looked up at him like he was some kind of mythical folk hero or something!  

She loved him, for keeping her safe, and protecting her.  He was so lucky.  So damn easy to love, most of the time!  Her mistrust of him earlier, a simple, emotional hiccup.  Normally she was a sweet angel! 

"I'm glad you practiced it, to see that it worked.  That's good honey.  I meant what I said, I was for real.  It's a good, safe word for you...and all play stops, and even better, no matter how hot and horny I am, I don't get mad.  There's always another way we can get off, or cuddle, or just talk.  I just love you so much, and it's not fun for me at all unless I know you feel safe with me and I-"

Lynne gave him a look, like she gave him sometimes and he wondered if she was even listening at all, when she watched his mouth.  Then she roughly tangled her fingers in his dreadlocks, silencing him by probing her tongue roughly between his lips.

All Leif could do was grunt, at the flavor of her hot, tasty lips, and her nasty, erotic little kiss.  Her tiny tongue was in his mouth everywhere, teasing and tickling like humming bird wings, until he broke off the kiss, chuckling with sheer pleasure.  That shit felt so good!

He tangled his fingers in her hair while they engaged in another kiss, Lynne smearing her wet, hot pussy all over his hard on through his jeans while he ached that so many clothing layers were separating him from the pleasure of her loins.  He couldn’t wait to get a good whiff of the crotch of his jeans later.  If he could get away with it, he wouldn’t even fucking wash them before he wore them again, then when the air hit his nose just right, he could smell her smell, yummy pussy scented sugar cookies, on the front of his jeans, and no one would be the wiser, while he fought his raging boner.   

The thoughts made him want to sniff and taste his woman, and he started to pull her down towards the bed so he could keep kissing her lovely neck and ears and eventually suck her pussy but she startled him by hugging him wildly around his neck, squeezing him so tightly, adorably sincere.  




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 45



Sweet Lynney!  And she kissed him enthusiastically on his cheek.  He couldn't help but chuckle with joy.  

"Damn it Leif!  I love you so much, I feel so safe with you now!  All I wanted my whole life was to feel safe, and like I had some type of control over myself!  Before, it never felt like I had control.  There was always, something going on...always, someone bigger than me, and overpowering me, and forcing me to do shit I didn't want to do.  Whether my parents were forcing my hand with the church shit, my boyfriend was manipulating me for sex...I just…I always felt like the men in my life were stronger than me, and because of that, allowed to be bullies, and I had no say, in what really went on in my life.  And I will admit, that, even though you are the gentlest man I ever met and I want it rough with you when I'm your wife, I worried about...about being able to stop it somehow if it get's too intense.  I don't know, when a man is stronger than you, if the play gets too rough, you don't have a choice, and so submission is scary, but there's none of that with you...no more fears or fright.  Even if you're stronger than me, you want me to have power, and a say so, and I can use our safe word if I need, but all that makes me want to do is submit to you, because it's for our pleasure and joy, and you'd never hurt me!  You've given me a way to always feel safe, and I didn't know it was possible before this moment!  All I want is doing everything you want in every way, sweet, gentle, and slow, and hard, nasty and rough!  I doubt I'll ever say tortoise at all!  Oh baby probably never.  Oh Leify, can't we fuck, right now, it'll be magical, and saying tortoise is the last thing on my damn mind baby," she panted in his ear.

And she started tugging up his shirt, and he felt her hot wet tounge in his ear.

Now he was the one squirming, this beautiful naked woman he was about to marry, begging him to fuck her! 

Leif chuckled and grinned.

"No fucking yet baby, but I can give you that spanking you want," he panted sexily.

He couldn't help panting because the safe word tortoise had the desired effect, she felt loved and safe with him, which had the side benefit of enhancing the pleasure the two of them could share.  

***

She delivered herself across his knee willingly, her pants tucked firmly around her ankles.   The submission to him was playful, and sensual but it was also cathartic.  Because he’d given her power!    A safe way to stop things in case they became too intense.  She’d never had power to stop things she didn’t like before, until she up and ran away from everything she ever knew.  That was the only way Lynne had been able to exercise power over her body, mind, and spirit the way things were in her life before.  

But everything was different with Leif!  Having the safe way to stop things, the safe word just made Lynne want rougher intimacy with Leif more intensely and certain she would not use the word, for even in playful submission he’d granted her dignity, and control and power.

“Are you sorry for what you’ve done Lynney.  A sorry might make the spanking less severe,” he growled throatily.

Oh shit she loved it when he took control like that.  She got serious butterflies and a tingling in her pussy.  

Was she sorry?   She wanted the firm spanking across the ass, she loved when he made it sting while she yelped for him to stop.

If she said she was sorry, he’d be going easy on her.  She didn’t want the easy spanking this time.  She wanted the kind where her bottom felt a little warm afterwards, he’d given her those swats before, and she liked the tingly aftershock reminders.  

“No that shit was fun as hell!  Cheating you and Janelle at cards.  Not my fault you two can’t play,” he said with a roughish little grin against the mattress.

“I’ve heard enough little wifey!”

Thwack, was the sound of his hand firmly smacking her left ass cheek.

She heard it before the searing stung registered.

“Ouch!” she cried, and she giggled, and she tried to shield her ass with her hand.

But he was so strong, there was nothing she could do but submit as he pulled her hand high above her head.

“You damn, sassy little cheat.  Not only do you cheat, but you’re not sorry, is that it, huh?  You’re gonna learn to be a good little wifey or I’ll keep tanning that cute hide!” he cried.

He punctuated each word with a stinging swat against each of her cheeks firmer than the one before it.

“Baby….baby, okay….I’ll be good now….I’m sorry,” she squeaked between swats.

But she felt helpless against his authority, him disciplining her playfully her wet panties against his ankles.  Feeling so helpless while he thrummed her cheeks with those gentle, yet husky fingers with stinging slaps made her pussy so swollen and moist on his knee.  Now, with each wack of his hand to her backside she grinded her pussy against his upper thigh and knee.  Rubbing her pussy up to his knee like a kitten in heat was the only way she could get some sensual release.  

“What’s this I feel?  Lynney likes a punishment doesn’t she?” he teased.

There was no room to be embarrassed before her husband to be.  She was naked, vulnerable, revealed, and exposed, and for the first time, with her Leif, this emotion didn’t cause pain, but unbridled pleasure.  It was cathartic and so damn healing for her soul.  

“I don’t know..I don’t know why I’m getting so wet, I’ll try to be a good wifey,” she cried playfully, loving her submissive part of the roleplay.

She tried to put her legs together a little more and stop smearing his leg with her juices.  

But she felt so helpless as she admitted to her desire and her wetness smeared against his knee.

Leif grunted.

He mashed his fingers gently against her pussy from behind rubbing in circles.

“Mmm, this is what my baby needs.  She’s so horny when she gets a spanking, she can’t even help herself.  You need your man to rub that pussy and make it feel better, even when he’s spanking you,” he cried playfully.  

She heard him sniffing, then heard him licking.

“Mmm.  Smell how horny you are when you’re a bad girl and husband has to put you in your place,” he cried playfully.

He pushed her own wetness under her nose, and the smell of her own intense pheromones turned her on so much, she moaned before he placed the fingers roughly into her mouth.

He was so authoritative, raw, and sensual, and wired just the way that turned her on.  She liked that he made her smell and taste her own wetness he’d riled up with the spanking, and forced her to taste it too.  

“What are you tasting baby!” he demanded punctuating each word with a stinging ass swat.

“Myself, myself, myself!  My own naughty wetness,” she yelped squirming on his knee.

“Yes, you are such a naughty little thing Lynne for getting so wet getting a punishment from your man.  But I love for you to be naughty.  Leif’s naughty little Lynney.  Do you know how good you taste to me?” he cried playfully.

“No!” she cried out chuckling.

He playfully penetrated her vagina from behind her ass with two of his digits, his middle finger resting against her g-spot.

Lynne moaned loudly with pleasure.

“Ooooh Leify baby, I need to come, make me come,” she panted, squirming against the luscious pressure of his finger on her g-spot, she closed her legs as tightly as she could, greedily sucking his fingers deep into her pussy.

“Mmm!” she cried loudly as her clitoris ached with joy against his knee.  

“Mmm, you are so wet little wifey.  No more coming until the wedding.  Pull up your pants and panties,” he cried playfully and relaxed his grip on her so she could get up.

What a playfully cruel sensual game this was!  She was horny as hell.  She just lay across his waist, desperate for him to keep spanking her, then turn her over on her back and fuck her, anything to assuage this sexual aching that she felt.

“I don’t know why I’m so wet Leify…but I can’t stand it, and I need you to make me come.  Please don’t be like this, I need to have sex baby,  at least make me come.  I don’t know why I’m like this but I need help,” she whimpered.  

He was making her feel desperate, helpless and under his complete loving control with arousal so strong her body literally ached.  

“Well, I know why you are.  Sometimes a wife likes a good, firm spanking, and to be handled firmly in hand,” he added talking into her crack.

Then, he spread her haunches and licked her between her crack.

“MMmm…just a little bit longer sweetness and I’ll tongue that ass out with my gentle mouth like you want.  And, once you are open, and know how to relax inside, and learn how much your ass likes to be violated with my tongue, I’ll stick my big cock up there like you want, like you’ve begged me.  I know you want anal too, and we’ll do that in time.  I always love to please my sweet wifey,” he panted huskily.

He traced her anus with a thumb so gently, no pressing inside, and Lynne felt dizzy with longing for him. 

“Come on, baby, please,” begged Lynne, and she actually tried to reach out and kiss his fat, sexy cock, which was tenting his jeans.

“I won’t ever deprive you of another thing, in five more days, once we walk down that aisle.  But frankly, tonight Lynney, I don’t think I can be sexual with you at all without fucking out your living daylights.  I’ve just waited so long, and I can’t even smell your sweet breath, and feel the moistness of your lips next to mine without wanting to throw you down on the bed and devour you.  Now get up, and let’s get ready for bed,” he added dotingly between kisses of her bottom.

After the playful spankings he was so gentle to her, and kind, and somehow that also set right with her heart all the pain she knew before.  The submission was, a playful erotic playground for grown up lovers.   In this playground, unlike before when she was dominated when she was a child, or with her ex, she was safe.  With Leif, things happened because she wanted them too, and she could stop them at any moment.

After each intense wave of their dominate and submissive games, the cuddling and aftercare she received nurtured her spirit.  He smothered her willingly in his tender affections, and it became the perfect balance between the cloying sweetness of their love and the hot spiciness of sexual play.

“Where are your pajamas and head scarf Lynney?” he cried gently motioning her to get up.

“Also find me some lotion,” he added as though an after thought.

Lynne looked through her suitcase and realized that she forgot to pack pajamas.

“Shit, I forgot them!  It’s probably alright because my bridal shower is tomorrow,” she cried sadly.

“Damn, I can’t sleep next to you naked.  I will devour you.  I’ll fuck you to pieces if you’re naked beside me tonight.  Here, take part of mine,” he added sweetly, reaching in his own suitcase for pajama tops and bottoms.  

She thought he’d hand them to her, but he unbuttoned the pajama tops, and the sleeves out to her like it was a coat and draped her into them.

Then he pulled her down on his knee, kissing her forehead.  

“I like when you get me ready for bed Leify.  Like, I liked when you picked out my panties last week, or, when you rock me close and kiss my forehead,” she added softly.

There was water in her eyes that she fought against.  She was horny sure, but his patience with her, and the pampering and care was delightful when contrasted with what she knew before.  She’d never take his loving kindness for granted.

“That’s so damn sweet.  You like when your man gets you ready for bed.  I love getting my sweet woman ready for bed as well.  Well, in five days, I’ll do even more to get you ready for bed.  Whatever you like.  Draw you a bubble bath, read you some poems.  I see you reading that Maya Angelou book, and chicken soup for the soul on the night table.  I’ll read that shit to you.  Get you a cup of tea too.  Of course, I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll probably fall asleep face down, drooling, with a satisfied grin on your face, so I won’t be able to do any of that shit for at least a while.  But whenever I’m able, oh sweet Lynney, I’ll do all the things that make you smile and keep you safe.  It’ll be nice to start some good, soothing bedtime rituals with my new little wifey.  Whatever makes my new wife comfortable and relaxed after our fucking or our lovemaking,” he added sweetly.

“Damn it I love you so much,” she sighed.

Wasn’t much else she could do, but sigh with happiness, he’d tempered their erotic adventures with kindness, sweetness and love, and his sexy humor.  He probably was right, initially she’d be so tired she’d fall asleep face down in the bed after a good fucking.  

She yawned on his lap.  She was ready to turn in, thinking that he’d already shown her more tenderness than she’d ever thought she’d feel in her life, when he murmured, give me some lotion.

She hopped off his lap, went in her suitcase, and found the lotion.  He shook some on his palm, warmed it up, by rubbing it lovingly between his hands, then surprised Lynne by rubbing it gently on her ass and thighs.

“It’ll soothe your skin so it doesn’t get chapped after that playful spanking,” he added as though it was an afterthought, and the most natural thing in the world that all men did, babying their wife by lotioning their skin like it was precious material.  

Then he kissed everywhere he’d rubbed lotion, peeled back the covers and kissed her forehead, cuddling her into the crook of his chest.

“Good night Lynney,” he sighed.

***

She was asleep in his arms all but an hour when his cock engorged and felt so tight, he couldn’t stand it.  She was sleeping hard, snoring even!  And, even though she’d been aroused earlier, when he wouldn’t touch her, she’d fought her own sexy desires and was getting good sleep.

But he was a man, his mind wasn’t so easily diverted, and he couldn’t stand it!  

She was so soft, and he loved the smell of her breath through her nostrils. More pheromones.  More and more he smelled each smell that was uniquely hers.  The scent of her pussy, the smell of her ass, the wonderful aroma of her breath.  

Wanted to love his wifey to be so badly he was smelling the breath she breathed as she was sleeping, and the fruity scent under his nose, reminding him a little bit of bubble gum was intoxicating him.  

He could feel everything, how soft her skin was, how silky her headscarves were close to his neck, the feeling of her smooth thigh draped securely around his waist.  

His pajama tops had risen upward, and he even felt her coarse sensual pubic hairs, pressing close to his upper thigh.

Leif knew his cock was purple, it ached so hard!  Oh just to fuck that soft, tiny little thing and get it out of his system!  

“Wake up Lynney.  I can’t baby, I just can’t, oh god I swear I never thought it could get so hard!” he cried, looking down at the tent through the sheets, and under Lynney’s thigh.

With out a word, Lynne sighed, yawned and started kissing down his throat.

“I’m sleepy, just let me wake up some, then I’ll kiss it good like you love baby, shoulda let me do that shit earlier when I was awake, I was game, I wanted to suck it.  Love how hard it gets in my mouth and the taste of your spunk,” she yawned as she kissed around his stomach trailing southward.

Shit, she was so sweet, she was going to suck his cock even though she was delirious and half asleep!  She loved him so much in an emotional way, and a sexual way, his eyes swelled up with water.

But he couldn’t, he just could not, every pore of him wanted to get so rough and dirty with her right now.

“Oh baby, I can’t….I know you want to wait baby, just four more days now.  I want you….I want you to sleep in the big house and I’ll stay in the guest cottage.  Get your things, come on,” he added lovingly.

***

It pained Lynne to sleep apart from Leif, she was crying when he brought her into the house, brought in her two suitcases, got her sheets, and pillowcases, and made up her bed lovingly for her.

“I don’t want to sleep without you Leif!  I haven’t done that since you saved me from the Mouse!” she cried.

“It’s only for a short little while.  Honey I can’t help myself.  I know what it means to you to wait for us to fuck each other, and this will help us make it through the few, short days.  I just can’t.  My self control is gone Lynne.  If I’m sleeping next to you, I’m gonna pull up your pajama tops and ram my cock between your legs.  I can’t sweetheart,” he added lovingly peeling back her covers for the second time and kissing her forehead.

“So what!  You’ve waited this long, and I think you’ve done well, and I’m ready,” she sighed, squirming on the sheets.

“It is not so what.  You will look back on this and be glad we waited.  Our honeymoon is going to be so much fun.  And I loved you enough to wait, and I want you to always remember that, even to your dying day.  And that’s a lot of love Lynney you’ve changed me from a selfish shit, always putting my own needs first into a man who loves you much more than he loves himself, a real man, finally worthy of you,” he said sweetly.

“You just make it hard when you are so sweet and poetic like that.  It makes me want to give it to you.  Makes me want to tell you the hell with the wedding, let’s just justice of the peace, tomorrow morning and then we can fuck and use the reception as a big old party,” said Lynne against his neck.

Leif laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

“After all this shit, we’ve gone through for the wedding, Linda will kill us.  And, what’s more, it really is only four more days.  It seems like forever now, but it really isn’t that long.  Besides we’ll be so busy in the next few days we won’t have time to think about the lack of sex and sharing a bed,” said Leif with a grin.

‘But I can’t sleep without you,” said Lynne.

“You’ll do fine for a few days.  If you get lonely or want to hear the sound of my breathing, just text me, I’ll give you a call, and we’ll keep the line open and talk and listen to each other breathe on our phones,” he added softly.

“That’s fine but it’s not like cuddling you before sleep.  Nothing is,” she added sadly.  

So, he cuddled into the sheets with her, kissing her forehead and rocking her into his chest until she fell asleep.

He left behind one of his dreadlock caps.  Because it smelled like him, and he figured it would help her sleep, just like he fully planned on scrounging up a pair of her panties to keep under his pillow.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 46



Dear Readers,

Thank you for continuing to read about these two. A part of me wanted to rush and get to their beautiful vows, but the other part of me felt like I still had to be true to these characters and give a level of detail that allows their love to fully blossom.

But, we are almost there, so hang in there, they will be married before you know it, and I think the wedding will be well worth the wait.

Your comments and feedback inspire me always.

***

Lynne slept for about four hours, and awoke with a start. It felt strange sleeping without Leif. Funny how she had no problems sleeping alone when she was single, but now that they were a couple, she missed the sound of his breathing, and the smell of him close to her, with his sweet, woodsy, manly scent. She missed the heft of his arm over her, and even the feel of his flaccid cock, tucked away between her ass cheeks or nestled up to her thigh like she loved.

It didn't take much to make that cock hard if she had need to! She thought about some lazy mornings when they lay in bed half the morning and she wanted to ride and he was still asleep. She'd grasp his beautiful flaccid cock, and it would grow hard after a few strokes, and he'd groan for her, Lynney, his eyes would fly open, but he'd be barely awake and she'd drape her thigh across his own and slide on his cock and ride him while he kissed the crown of her head and forehead, with good morning kisses, without even uttering a word between the two of them, just sensual pants and groans until they were both spent. After they were spent he'd often keep kissing her forehead, laughing, and murmur, good morning Lynney, and they'd both crack up with more laughter.

It was wrong the way he'd left her horny like too, after her spanking that evening, but then, he couldn't even let her cuddle him for more than an hour as she slept peacefully, without, as he said, devouring her. She couldn't wait for this damn devouring! 

She reached over beside her and realized he left behind one of his dreadlock caps. She pushed it close to her nose and inhaled. She loved that smell, the smell of the dreadlock maintenance kit. It had this sweet, minty smell, and she remembered that scent lingering in the air when he'd kissed the crown of her head and told her all those sweet things about having a safe word she could use. That tortoise word. How he'd warmed her heart and gave her the butterflies, always giving her a way to feel safe, even as she became a more grown up and sensual woman in his arms after they wed. 

Well, he was patient with her when she'd been a tortoise, and now she didn't want to be a tortoise anymore. She wanted him to take her, as hard and nasty and rough as he wanted! Lynne rolled over onto the mattress.

She couldn't sleep. 

It had been a long time since she'd masturbated. Sometimes when she was missing Leif and thought about how sexy he was, if he was running errands or something, she'd touch herself a little bit and get nice, wet and juicy and even taste it a little, but she would not climax. Not because she couldn't, but she enjoyed much more the orgasms she received as a result of Leif's gentle caresses with his mouth or his fingers, or his firm strokes with his dick. Those orgasms they shared together felt like tiny pieces of love falling from the sky and radiating with joy through all her pleasure zones, her pussy, her nipples, her mouth while they kissed, and she just wanted to savor all those pleasurable moments with Leif.

But, he hadn't been able to give her any of those moments, or a happy ending this evening, because he was nervous he'd fuck her to pieces if they engaged in sexy behavior. She wondered what fucking her to pieces would entail, but she knew it would be lots of greedy kisses and passionate thrusting, and their bodies colliding together in ecstasy, while she savored the pleasures of being taken by his big fat cock. 

She couldn't wait!

She didn't even realize she'd been rubbing her wet, panty clad pussy up to the bed sheets, dreaming of the fucking until she felt a huge wet spot spreading through her underwear and onto the mattress.

She turned over on her back, embarrassed. She'd need to clean those sheets off before Linda saw them.

Quickly, she turned over on her back now. She rubbed her nipples gently, but in her minds eye, it was Leif flicking over them gently with his tongue. She missed him so much, her eyes were watery!

She wondered what Leif was doing now. She slid her hands down her flat stomach, and over onto her tight, cotton, boycut panty crotch. Soaking wet, and her clitoris was swollen and aching with pleasure, needing some sensual release.

It was torture the way they were separated from each other right now. She knew he couldn't be near her because he couldn't wait, and she didn't really want to wait anymore either. Lynne just knew she wanted to feel close to him, the way she did when he lay beside her.

And a small part of her did want to tease him, and be sure that, when they were reunited in about five days, it would be a really good fucking, because he craved her so intensely! She became overwhelmed with the feelings she'd experienced during the spanking. Lynne reached for her cellphone on the counter and her hands were shaking.

She placed it between her breasts to stop her hands from shaking. Finally she couldn't resist, and she slid her hand in her damp nest of curls.

"Mmph!" she whimpered, and quickly bit her lip, remembering her bedroom was between Linda and Garette, and her Grandmother. She didn't want either to hear her making sexual nosies.

She blushed, and then started chewing slightly on her lip to cope with the pleasure.

Her mind flashed with a whirlwind of fantasies about Leif having his way with her, being savage but sensual in ways that only he could. 

And there was no rhyme or reason to what she did, but she picked the cellphone off her chest, which had been cradled between her small, shapely breasts, and pointed downward towards the sticky, gray outline of her white, boycut panties, fingers mashed inside and gently ticking her lips and clitoris.

She snapped the picture quickly and turned over onto her belly. She had to turn over onto her belly so she could bite the pillow, and now in her mind's eye, Leif took her savagely from behind, and so she curled her fingers inside herself, thrusting as hard as she could with two fingers, imagining his fat cock was pummeling her. She chewed the pillow to keep from howling when she came, the pleasure made her knees shake, not the way Leif made her quiver, but it was still damn good, and relieved her sensual pleasure, especially when she imagined him giving her the good fucking which she now knew she so desperately needed that would bring them so much closer together when they were man and wife, emotionally and sexually.

And part of her couldn't help wanting to share a piece of the joy she just had with Leif, she didn't want to leave him out of any sexual pleasure she experienced. Even though she felt shy, she wanted him to see that, she needed him so much, it forced her to touch herself. He'd know how powerful and manly he was for sure then. And, she didn't mind if, she needed to get taught a lesson for tempting him with what he couldn't have yet! Her stomach got the butterflies when she thought about getting a loving setting straight from Leif in his playful way, and then how he'd hug her and kiss her and tell her how she was still his little angel. She loved those games.

The only reason that Lynne hadn't sent the picture while she was touching herself, was the excitement was too strong and she dreaded the idea of accidentally sending it out to the wrong person in her phone during her feverish pleasure and lust, instead of only sending the text to Leif. 

And, she couldn't believe the love and trust she felt to send him such an explicit photo, even if it was only picture of the wet crotch of her panties, her fingers deliciously inside rubbing her clit. The thought of what she was doing aroused her so much she almost went to town and masturbated again after she clicked send.

Soon though, her feelings calmed down. For about an hour she waited in the dark, watching for messages, wondering what he would say, what he would do and if he was thinking of her too.

Finally after an hour, she figured he was asleep so she decided to stop fighting her own sleep while she waited for his reply. And a small, nagging part of her worried about what he would think of her message. Suppose he thought he picture was too far and he wasn't amused at all, with all the restraint and patience he'd been trying to show sexually? Maybe she was teasing him too much for him to see the sexy humor, after all the man had them sleeping in separate quarters and he'd sent her away from the cottage and off to the big house because he couldn't sleep near her without wanting to fuck her. She didn't want him to be upset with her for being such a tease. 

But Leif loved her, and if he didn't like it, she was sure he would understand once she explained why she did it, and promised not to do anything like that again until they were married. 

***

Leif didn't pick up his phone until it was nearly morning time. Dawn. When he did, he saw he had a new text message from Lynne.

He unlocked the phone, and the morning wood that he already had became rock hard and just started to ache, and he felt moisture on the front of his boxers. 

Sweet, dirty little thing! Sending him a picture with those cute, pale beige fingers hidden in her panties, her crotch smudged with wetness. He almost wanted to lick the phone he'd missed the taste of her hot, tight pussy so much last night!

He'd suggested they sleep apart, so he could control himself, because he really wanted to pin her ankles behind her ears and fuck her, or as close as she could flex that way, but now he wished he'd taken the time to get a good taste and sniff imprinted on his senses to carry him through the next five days or so, until he could lay next to her again and huff her fragrant pussy scent, and lick her sweet juices again! His favorite spot was his head buried between her legs. 

Nothing tasted, or smelled the way his Lynne did! And sending him that text message, cute, coy, and naughty just like Lynne. 

Naughty to show him that she'd touched herself last night, knowing that what he wanted more than anything was to be inside of her and ravage her as much as they both could stand, and he was trying to be patient. He chuckled to himself because he knew Lynne was also playful. She liked to tease him sensually for the playful trouble it would bring. Her sending the naughty text warmed his heart as much as his dick, because it was proof positive that she trusted him, knew that he would not hurt her, even though she playfully riled him up, and she was actually probably somewhere right now dreaming of delicious playful punishments she'd be receiving in less than a week for being so naughty.

Punishments to make her scream with pleasure. Maybe a playful spanking or two, and then kissing the boo-boo's and making it better...then turning her over her belly hard, and teaching her how that juicy wetness could handle a cock thrusting in her hard. So. Fucking. Fun. He loved Lynne so much.

She was coy because she didn't put her face on it, or anything that could be used to identify herself. She was shy, and testing the waters with sending her man dirty messages, but he thought it was cute and adorable that she showed him in this tender, vivid way that she couldn't keep her mind off of him. 

But the game, was not really a game if he didn't play along.

He grinned and also groaned. The picture had made his cock painfully sore.

"You little tease. You're gonna get more than you bargained for, and I'm so ready to deliver it!" and he took his own picture of just the tip of his cock, sticking out of his pajama pants, leaking precum.

He was surprised when Lynne responded almost right away with the words "yum, can't wait to be together again to taste,".

She'd been waiting for his text. He grinned thinking back earlier on their relationship when miscommunications via text had almost set them off course, and caused a breakup. He'd sent her that faucet picture which she misconstrued, but did end up turning into his nickname for her, little Ms. Faucet. They were so close he didn't have to worry about any of that now! 

"Hot for your man little Ms. Faucet, I have plenty to make the gushing worthwhile. Keep your hands out of your panties, and I promise to keep my hands off my cock. That way when we lay beside each other again, we'll be fucking hard like rabbits the whole night through...lots of pent up frustration for us to release...don't waste your cums alone right now," he replied.

"Sorry I'm so naughty, I think you need to punish me," said Lynne with a wink emoticon.

"I don't think you need a punishment right now. Good girls can be bad sometimes too, and good girls who like to be bad get to feel their husband's cock deep and hard in their bellies, it reminds them that it feels good to be bad with their husbands," 

There were no more replies from Lynne. He'd playfully asked her to stop touching herself, because he wanted he wanted her really horny for an orgasm with him after they said their vows, but the other part of him hoped that he'd titillated the lovely thing so that she was going to town in those cute, damp, sticky panties. Even if she went to town with her fingers, she couldn't reach all the secret places his dick could reach nor would she feel the sexual pleasure as a result of her emotional connection to him. Lynne had long ago convinced him that in her heart, even her most favorite toys and masturbation techniques could not compare.

It gave him unshakable confidence as her man, and he enjoyed playing their game to build sensual suspense with tenderness. Further, building this suspense would help Lynne, because she'd be hungry and eager for their new, rougher, erotic adventures. The more she enjoyed thinking about sex, and being playful with him, the wetter she would be, and the more amazing that fucking would feel to her tender nubile body. 

***

Butterflies in the pit of her stomach occurred often when Leif talked nasty to her, but it still felt like the first time and she loved how the butterflies quickly traveled down between her legs as soon as he made contact with her, if he kissed her ear, or sucked her mouth.

And so, she couldn't wait to see him again. That sexy man knew what he was doing separating them for the five days leading up to their marriage. It was making her crave and need him even more!

She showered, dressed, and headed into he kitchen, where Linda was having coffee while her grandmother made breakfast.

"Lynne, surprised to see you over here so early," said his mother, smiling.

She was so warm, and Lynne loved Linda.

"Yeah Mom, I...we...I slept here last night. I'm going to sleep in the house until the wedding. Well if that's okay with you. I guess we didn't ask, and I'm sorry about that...we just figured...well..." said Lynne stammering and blushing.

She had no idea why she was so embarrassed, but the truth was, they couldn't contain themselves around each other and they'd wanted to save a little something special for their journey as man and wife. Fucking. But that was private between them and there was no delicate way to put it.

But, she should have known not to be embarrassed around her liberal mother.

"Well I thought you two would be more comfortable in the cottage, being young and in love, and you don't have to worry about noise and that type of thing. But, if you're okay, we're okay. We are aware of what happens when you put two young people madly in love alone together in a room. Just try not to be too loud, I need my sleep with all this wedding coordinating," said Linda.

"Me...Mom it's just me sleeping here, Leif's still in the cottage," stammered Lynne. It made her blush that Leif was so aroused for her he couldn't stand to be around her without wanting to fuck her now, but she was mortified to admit that to even his liberal mother. 

"You two aren't fighting are you? I know you two were carrying on yesterday, but I assumed that was playing," asked her granny looking at her over the fried potatoes she was fixing. She knew her granny was protective and just wanted to make sure everything was legitimate between her and her wonderful new son. 

"No we aren't fighting. We just want for things to be special you know...that way..." said Lynne.

"Oh, Lynne, honey, I'm sorry. We didn't mean to pry! I asked too many questions. Shit, I am becoming that mother. Damn it!" said Linda.

Now Lynne laughed until she snorted.

"No you aren't...I understand why it looks weird, because Leif and I are normally so close all the time," said Lynne.

"Close all the time? You and that boy have your heads so far up each other's asses, you can't see the world going on right in front of your pretty little faces," teased her grandmother.

"Oh I wouldn't say it was that bad!" said Leif coming in the kitchen.

He spoke to his mother, and her grandmother, and he scooped Lynne into his arms, squeezing her so tight.

He buried his head in the crown of her head, unashamedly.

"I missed you so damn much sweetheart," he murmured, kissing her forehead.

"I missed you more," murmured Lynne sweetly.

"I don't know if you missed me more, but you sure did show me how much you missed me baby girl, and I'm glad that you missed me, we'll be together again soon," he murmured with a sensual chuckle, his eyes glittering and sparkling down into her own.

It was a private innuendo, and Lynne knew he was referring to the text message. But even though she'd sent it to him that had been a message over the phone. Now though, she felt like what she did was naughty in a playful way, and it made her feel a little shy and like she wanted to blush and hide. 

And she knew Leif loved that, so it was a wonderfully vicious cycle!

She chuckled, snorting and hid in his neck.

"Mmm...Hiding and blushing doesn't change how cute and nasty you are, sending your husband such a dirty little picture," he whispered softly in her ear.

There was nothing she could do but take the teasing and squirm and giggle, she knew she'd teased him far more sending him the erotic photograph.

"It tickles, please let me go," she cried.

"I can't let you go until I'm finished talking. Behave," he murmured balling up her fists together and pressing them close to his chest, using his other hand to whisper more dirty things in her ear.

"I'm gonna tickle you nice and rough with my big fat cock in a few days. I know that's what you want, and I can't wait to please such a cute, nasty little wife, sending a husband such a naughty little picture. I treasure that picture. I'd never let anything embarrassing happen to something private you send to your husband, it's private between us just like when we are naked and alone together in person. I can see how innocent your little face probably looked even as you were rubbing yourself down there, dreaming of me deep within you," he murmured indulgently. 

And, he was playing with her. She turned him on when he was helpless to do anything about it to get relief by fucking her, and now he was teasing her sensually in her ear, with his mother and her grandmother only a stone's throw away, and clueless, thinking they were whispering sweet nothings, while her braless nipples poked so hard into his chest that they burned. She felt warm, shy, flustered, and horny; exactly how she knew he wanted her to feel.

But even in their games, he was considerate of her to a point. Now that he'd shown her how he could arouse her in naughty ways and she could do nothing to help herself, and also asserted some erotic dominance on her, which made her swoon, he became very tender.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 46



Now that he was innocent, his voice was a little louder, but still groggy and sexy with just waking up in the morning, and he stroked her chin dimple with his thumb and kissed her forehead.

"Damn, it's strange not waking up to this sweet little face, all covered in drool," he said playfully.

"Damn, it's strange not waking up to blonde eyelashes covered in eye-boogers," said Lynne kissing his own forehead.

She'd gotten in a good one, and she knew it when Leif half laughed and rolled his eyes, while his mother gave a full on chuckle.

"Blonde eyelashes make the eye boogers blend. You don't even know how many times I've smeared my eye boogers on your little cheeks and neck and you have no idea, just on and on about how dreamy my blonde eyelashes are," teased Leif.

"Eww! Fucking gross!" shouted Lynne giggling as he leaned into the crook of her neck smelling her again. She cradled his neck to her own neck and enjoyed the act of him luxuriating in her scent.

Then it was Lynne's turn. She wriggled away and buried her head in the crook of his armpit to huff him and get her fix of his armpit, fragrant with his sweet, manly smell, mixed with deodorant. She was learning from his tender example not to be ashamed of the love and joy she experienced at his tender hands.

They both sighed with contentment. Lynne feeling the warmth spread through her belly and the base of her thighs, smelling her man again. Just to be near him and feel his warm body close to hers made everything right with the world, even though she had a fitful sleep the night before without him until she made herself sleepy with masturbating to orgasm. 

"Enough sniffing after each other. Get off of his ass and make yourself useful. You're not even a helpful kitchen partner once he starts making those blue mooney eyes at you. How are you feeding that boy? I know you are cooking for him. How do you manage to stay at the stove long enough to do anything useful at all without pawing and kissing all over each other. I thank god for birth control because in my day, you two would have been on the Aide to Dependent Children for sure. Too many mouths to feed, to much kissing and grabbing. Set the table!" said her grandmother playfully.

Lynne chuckled hard and said-

"Yes Ma'am," and went to get the silverware.

"You too touchy feely fingers!" demanded her grandmother looking pointedly at Leif.

His mother was now laughing, and quipped-

"Children will be what calms down Romeo and Juliet, at least for a little while. You should have seen Garrett and I before Lyle and Leif were born. Hell, you should see us now that these big lugs have moved out of the house when no one else is around," said Linda.

"Mom, you're being gross," groaned Leif, while Lynne, Leif, and Granny had their turn at laughing. 

Leif and Lynne set places, and called everyone in the house to share breakfast together. 

***

The entire bridal party had arrived. Everyone except Janelle was staying at a local hotel close to Leif's parents home. 

Her girlfriends were treating her to a spa day before she got married. She was going to get a nice manicure, pedicure, a facial and an eyebrow waxing. Lynne normally did not fiddle much with beauty treatments except getting her nails or her eyebrows done. She had naturally beautiful skin, and there honestly wasn't much else she needed done, besides waxing her eyebrows.

She took great pride in keeping them shaped up nicely, and she really loved a nice manicure when she had the extra money.

They were in the kitchen discussing what they'd be getting done, and what treatments they'd be giving Lynne as a gift.

Lynne was looking forward to the massage and facial that they promised her, along with having her eyebrows done. This time instead of waxing, she'd probably get them threaded, because she'd never tried it before. 

"While you're getting your eyebrows done, you should get a Brazilian," quipped Janelle.

"You mean wax off those hairs down there? Ugh, sounds painful," said Lynne. 

"It's not all that painful. Waxing is so much cleaner than trimming or shaving down there," said Janelle.

"Well I don't trim much. Just enough to have clean lines under a bathing suit," said Lynne.

"So you just let it grow out wild down there?" said Janelle.

Her other friend started to chuckle a little bit.

Lynne felt embarrassed and she blushed.

"I mean, not wild, I trim it a little bit- so it doesn't show from under my panties or a swimsuit I..."

"Lord, that shit is so nasty, we're going to pay for you to get that stuff waxed away, I'm sure Leif'll be thanking us later," piped one of her friends.

"Don't...don't tease Lynne, you know how she was raised...I think it's good she even is aware enough to try to trim everything down and keep it manageable, so it's not crawling out from under her shorts. Waxing isn't that bad. We'll get ours done at the same time so you can see what happens so you won't be nervous," said Janelle.

Because they were close like sisters, this relieved Lynne, if she was going to get this unfamiliar waxing procedure done, at least she'd see it on someone else first.

And, Janelle's intervention had calmed the laughter of the other women. Lynne never was lacking in friends. The women in her bridal shower came from the various parts of her life, one woman, an associate she'd meant from her night club gigs, one friend from middle school, one from high school, and of course, her best fiend Janelle. And, she was well loved by her girlfriends even though she was a bit naïve and sheltered because she was likeable, with a sweet spirit, a quick sense of humor, and a quirky, yet intriguing personality. But, even though she had tons of friends and being well liked was not the issue, at times like this, when they teased her about waxing her pubic hair, she still knew she had a lot of catching up to do in her life, to be on equal terms with her friends.

At times like this, due to her backwards upbringing, Lynne almost felt like a freak, so behind her girlfriends and peers. She knew what to do as far as beauty treatments and makeup was concerned, hell she was the one often sought after for advice, and loved to feel frilly and feminine, but somehow she'd missed the memo that all of her friends were going bare assed bald down there! 

Her beautiful relationship with Leif had minimized her feeling "different", but there were times, when she realized that everyone else did things differently because they "knew better", because they grew up in normal households, when she felt embarrassed. 

"Now he can stop picking those itty bitty hairs from between his teeth Lynne, that's a great wedding present for him," teased her other friend.

"Come on, cut it out, lighten up on her, she's learning, just like your asses had to learn, even if you learned earlier than her, everyone has to learn. Your first boyfriend was picking hairs and shit out of his teeth too, so ease up on her!" said Janelle protectively. 

Lynne hadn't meant to serve Leif up an "unappetizing" dish. He always acted like he loved her scents and flavor when he went down on her. But, even though he did like the taste of her pussy, and she liked it on his tongue when he fed it to her, he could probably do without so much hair. She never thought about her natural slightly trimmed pubic hairs being nasty to him or getting caught on his tongue. He'd never acted like he minded the hair, and it never caught on his tongue, but perhaps he was trying not to hurt her feelings.

Lynne blushed. She felt ashamed that she hadn't thought of waxing everything so it was clean, smooth, and bare down there before, instead of trimming it down to a nice v-shape around the sides. She felt like such a baby, but she also thought it was sweet that Leif hadn't made a big deal about it. He probably figured that she'd learn about this in time, and he was patient enough to let her find out on her own, and not embarrass her. She loved him so much! 

She was thinking about the colors she wanted for her manicure and pedicure, and what it would be like to be bare and bald down there, and whether waxing her pubes would hurt like hell as she envisioned, when Leif stuck his head out of the kitchen doorway and called Lynne into the kitchen.

Lynne didn't even know he was in the kitchen, but she guessed he'd gone in the kitchen to make himself a snack.

"Babe, can you come in here, right now please," cried Leif impatiently.

At first Lynne rolled her eyes a little bit. She was guessing he needed something he couldn't find in his own mother's kitchen, some kind of condiment or silverware or something. When he wanted something in the kitchen, he couldn't find, he could be like a little boy.

But, this was the way she was able to spoil Leif, caring for him domestically since he pampered her so much emotionally. She didn't mind doing simple things for him in the kitchen, or fixing his plate. Hell she regularly fixed his plate when she fixed meals. She liked fixing his plate, getting him snacks, and treating him like her spoiled king. She just wished he could remember where to get his own things in the kitchen, for example, where they kept the can opener, as a couple. Part of her thought he was doing this for attention, and if he secretly wanted her attention by pretending to be lost in the kitchen, it was cute at their home. But she really wished he remembered his mother's unfamiliar kitchen, hell she didn't know where all the shit was yet! 

"Coming babe," cried Lynne.

Leif shut the kitchen door behind them, then grabbed her around her waist and backed her into the counter, kissing her softly on the mouth. She missed the feeling of being in his arms, sleeping all alone in the bed now, and easy access to the flavors of his kiss, the taste of his tongue in her mouth, and just the smell of her gorgeous man.

She whimpered as he caressed the sides of her t-shirt near her waist with husky fingers, and she could feel the guitar worn fingertips snagging on her shirt, and she ached for the feeling of those rough but gentle hands pawing up her breasts as he gently caressed around her belly with his fingers under her shirt. His hands stopped just short of the bottoms of her breasts while Lynne groaned softly under her breath. 

Then he dotingly kissed her forehead sighing with joy. 

"Damn I miss sleeping close to you sweetness," he moaned softly. 

"Me too baby. Did you call me all the way in here to kiss? I know you miss me because we aren't sleeping in the same bed. I miss you too," confided Lynne softly, sucking his thin shapely lips as he pulled and sucked at her own mouth, before softly letting go of her lips. 

"I do miss my sweet Lynney. Very, very much, in my arms and in my bed. Listen. I never eavesdrop, but I happened to hear them in there, about your little curlies down there and I-" he whispered

"Don't worry, I know it seems mean, but they are just teasing. I know it seems mean, but trust me, that's how women are, and they love me just like I love them. They mean well, and they love me, and it's not their fault the way I was raised. Twenty-three and never...never had it waxed down there...and I'm sorry for being unhygienic and gross I...I just never thought about it. Honestly, I-"

"That's what you think? That it's unhygienic and gross? God gave you those hairs and I think your wild, curly little bush is sexy as hell. I love it the way it is, just like I love you Lynne. Oh hell, those wild, curly coarse little hairs turn me on so much. They are raw, and distinctly you. Grown up women are supposed to have wild, curly bushes. It makes you look like a real woman. And one that's damn adorable, and innocent enough that she hasn't learned all the ins and outs of how to manipulate herself artificially by waxing. I don't like the waxed look, I like that shit natural baby," he added softly.

He made her feel so proud and assured in herself as a woman. There was no way she could experience womanhood more beautifully than in his arms. She looked up into his sexy blue eyes and they were searching hers.

She couldn't help beaming up at him and then his gentle husky fingers stroked her chin dimple, and he rewarded her with more gentle kisses on her lips and around her mouth.

Lynne moaned softly close to his mouth. His sexy kisses felt good as hell, especially since she was being deprived of them right now, sleeping in her own lonely bed, in the main house while he slept in the guest cottage.

"Do you really think my bush is sexy as hell," she purred softly.

"Hell yeah! I wish you'd let it grow even wilder, but I know you don't want the hairs sticking out from under your tight shorts and bikinis. I love the natural things about you as woman. Your scent, flavors, and your wild curly hair down there. When I first touched your pussy near the bookcase and felt how wild and curly it was down there, oh shit Lynney, I was so intoxicated with you darlin'. It was like, you were woman enough for all that wild bushy hair to be growing between your legs, and innocent enough that you weren't embarrassed by it, and weren't trained by society to start plucking away that part of yourself. You probably don't understand it, but if it were up to me, I wouldn't want you tampering with any of your hair, anywhere on your body. I'd want you to let that shit grow out like Eve, or Tarazan's wife. Pits, legs, all that shit. That's the hippie in me. Natural scents and flavors, and textures. I never felt wild little hairs like yours before, and they turn me on immensely. Don't change it baby. Don't do anything to my pussy hairs," said huskily.

His eyes were positively glowing. And, like with the panties, she sensed a deeper level of sensuality that he was able to admit to her that he couldn't share with another soul. He liked hair on his woman, but it was a secret between them, just like he liked to sniff on her panties. And, even though she liked to be groomed under her arms, and on her legs and she wasn't going to change that, she found it sexy as hell that he was so raw and natural like that and appreciated things the way nature intended. If he liked the pussy hairs, she'd just keep trimming them down so they didn't creep out from under her bikinis and shorts just as he requested. He was such a rare, sexy find, and a gem, appreciating the naturalness of a woman like that. 

"I'm glad you're telling me this Leify. If you like the wild hairs, I won't tamper with them too much then," said Lynne.

"No, please don't, only cut away enough so that it doesn't hang under your bikini," he added with a grin.

"I promise baby. I think it's sexy as hell that you like things the way nature intended. It shows me even more what a real man you are. A real, raw, natural man, and I can't wait to be with you, raw and untamed like that," crooned Lynne, capturing his lips in a tender, steamy kiss. 

He cupped the back of her head, tilting her head back, tangling his fingers in her hair for a kiss, and all Lynne could do was open her mouth and surrender to the glorious pillaging of his tongue and the taste of Leif, his hot tongue reminding her of spicy vanilla and tasting like his aftershave.

He kissed her so thoroughly she just had to lean her head back further and follow the leadings and urgings of his erotic plundering, because there was not much room for her tongue to tease him back, though she occasionally wriggled her tongue free a little bit so she could suck his own delicious tongue.

His gentle husky finger made their way over her tank shirt, up her stomach, and then giving her small, shapely globes a firm squeeze as her eager nipples stood up and saluted his palms.

Lynne whimpered, grabbed his hand, and started tracing it down her stomach.

He could sense where she was moving his hand, his beautiful blonde eyelashes fluttered down towards hers.

He smiled warmly at her, then let out a husky chuckle.

"Oh God, not yet darling, or you don't have any idea what else will happen to you on this countertop. I'm gonna pin your legs back behind your ears," said Leif playfully.

"That's exactly what I want," said Lynne with a roguish chuckle.

"I know you do, and so do I. On Saturday evening," said Leif.

He put his arms gently around her waist and kissed her forehead again and again and again.

Then, he moved out of the circle of her arms, and he started opening every kitchen drawer.

She wondered what the hell he was doing as he kept rooting around in the drawers.

"Finally! Got it," he cried taking out a black magic marker.

He instructed Lynne to peel up her jean shorts as far as she could. She obliged Leif. He then pulled her panties up further, about the length of a modest bikini.

He drew tiny little magic marker arrows gently around her pubic hair, and a few in her nether region leading to her ass.

"Don't let them take away hairs any further than the arrow lines when you go to the spa. That's more than enough room so that you don't have hairs showing underneath your bikinis so you aren't embarrassed, but it still leaves my sweet bush wild, and mostly uncut, like I like it. So you can keep my pussy looking beautiful like I love it. Now...since we're gonna get married if there's a special way you want me to groom mine, let me know, and I'll do mine like you say, even if you want that shit bald, it's only fair since I gave you my preference," said Leif. 

"Mmm, I love your blonde curlies beautiful and wild just like you are Leify, don't change a thing," murmured Lynne sweetly.

Leif kissed her forehead.

"I know they were teasing you, and they were just kidding, and they love you, but if they get too rough or too mean, you just let me know darlin', just send me a text message, and I'll come on out and call you in the room and get them off of your case. I know what it's like to be teased a lot for something you can't help. You know I used to get teased for stuttering. You can't help it if you grew up in a very strict, kind of abusive environment and are just learning about yourself. I don't want them hurting you," said Leif sweetly.

"It's sweet that you want to protect me, but they are my friends, and it's fine. We all laugh and tease each other. That's what women do, who love each other like sisters. Today is my turn, especially since I'm marrying you soon, but we all have a turn, and soon it will be their turn again and I'll be doing the teasing," said Lynne.

Leif nodded, and helped her down from the countertop, swatting her ass.

"Only a few more days. Hurry back out to those hens so we can finish up all these details and walk down the aisle. This is the slowest few days I've ever witnessed, sighed Leif.

***

Leif swatted Lynne's rear and she left the kitchen. Leif sat at the table and returned to his beer and his potato chip snack. He'd meant what he said. He knew they were her girls and they meant well, but he didn't want that teasing to get too rough. Women could be mean to each other, he witnessed it with his girl cousins, but he didn't want them going at Lynne too hard. She'd had a special set of circumstances growing up, and needed to be treated with care and love. He looked at himself as the self-appointed teddy bear, and he didn't want anything, even well intentioned girlfriends, hurting her.

What was more, he didn't want them fucking up what he loved about Lynne, and he loved those sweet, wild little curlies she had down there! When he touched her the first time, it inflamed him. And they were coarser than any hair he'd ever felt down there before. It was striking, one of the ways she was a bit different culturally than he was, and never failed to excite him. 

Her bushy hair down there had underscored exactly what a grown up sensual woman she was, while at the same time, highlighting her innocence, her lack of knowledge about prepping down there. Hell, most of the girls he messed with when he was in high school, except maybe the first one or two were groomed down there. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 46



But the truth was, most of these women were not asking the men what they wanted, and he never felt comfortable enough to speak the truth, that he liked a lot of hair down there, he loved all the natural things about Lynne, including those tiny moles near her nipples.

Just a few small, feminine moles near her nipples but they tantalized him! 

Leif equated all the natural, scents, flavors, body hair, with beautiful, adult sexuality, without being tied down by conventional inhibitions. Learning to be uninhibited in his arms was one reason he had more fun sexing Lynne than he'd ever had with another person. 

Still he knew most thought it was weird to have such a fetish for wild, thick, bushy ethnic hair down there, which was why he cherished the sweet bond and his upcoming marriage with Lynne. Were he not so in love with her, and close to her, he might not have spoken up so boldly about his preference for a mostly untamed bush, just trimmed around the edges. He probably would have been embarrassed by his fetish, letting her girlfriends wax it all away, and hoping that in time she'd forget about it, or the grooming would be too high maintenance and she'd let it all grow back. 

But, the love they shared made him feel comfortable enough to be honest in his preferences with her, what he fantasized about, even admitting that he liked the idea of her letting her hair grow in places where most people thought it was unhygienic to keep hair. He thought these people were the ones who were screwed up, magazines regularly featured unnatural, hard looking bodies that didn't even look feminine with no hair. Nothing was sexier than seeing her curly little bush smeared with her juices, or his own saliva, or his come, or a mixture. 

What she did about his preferences for hairiness, except for her bush, was up to her, but he didn't mind if she let her curlies grow out in all her areas, he relished the idea of kissing and licking her just the way god made her, she was perfect to him, and he didn't think God had made any mistakes making his Lynne that needed to be corrected with makeup, tweezers, waxing or any other shit on her body! She was sexy as hell as she was, and exotic, and rare. He relished the idea of her letting herself get a little hairy under her clothes in the winter time, a secret only they would know about how he loved the hairs. 

But he had time to introduce Lynne to that idea, and sell her on that. A lifetime.

Damn it was beautiful to be able to share all that private shit he found arousing that used to embarrassing. Smelling her panties and feeling that wild little untamed bush under his loving fingers! 

***

When Lynne returned to the room, she felt sexy and proud. There was just something about Leif's loving reassurance, that made her want to walk on the clouds, especially the way that her friends had made fun of her, and made her feel like a baby.

And she thought it was sexy as hell that they were getting so honest, true, and wild about their desires. If he liked a wild, hairy bush, just trimmed a little around the edges for the sake of her clothes, that's what she wanted to give her man. Maybe in time she'd let some of her other body hair grow out for him in the winter if he really wanted it. But only in the winter. She liked wearing cute shorts and tiny t-shirts in the summer time and was not about to let her sexy man let her look like some damn ape even with his tender fetish. She thought his private desire was very cute though. 

The hippie in him was very primal, sexy, and sensual. She never met a man so in tune to nature and it was sexy as hell. Sometimes she really did feel like they were the only two people in the world, discovering love and sensuality the way nature intended for the very first time, and they were the only two people who knew how their romantic feelings, and sexual feelings felt. Like no one else had ever experienced these sensations. She knew that wasn't true, but what they shared was so tender and honest sometimes she felt that way. 

Lynne got her facial, her pedicure, and her massage. When it was time for her waxing, she and Janelle went into the room together. She watched Janelle's procedure, and Janelle got waxed totally bald. It looked painful and Lynne found herself even more happy for Leif's hairy pussy fetish! She was lucky to have a man who wanted her just as she was. 

Lynne only ended up with thin strips around her inner thighs, and the edges of her pussy in the shape of a wide triangle. No higher than the arrows Leif had painstakingly drawn on her pussy and inner thighs. 

"Come on baby sister, don't be a chicken, it's much better if you just let them take it all off at once," chided Janelle.

"That's all I'm getting taken off. Leif heard you in the kitchen...He called me in. He loved my body just the way it is. He didn't want me to change it. He likes all those hairs, I guess he doesn't care if they wind up on his tongue," said Lynne shyly, blushing and giggling. 

Lynne yipped loudly as the technician yanked off her wax strips. That shit hurt, but at least it was only on her inner thighs, and just the edges and not the majority of her tender pussy! She was more than willing to go through that waxing bald shit for Leif's pleasure, but if he didn't want it, why should she endure that painful waxing! She was glad he'd came clean!

"Damn. I'm sorry. We were only trying to help. We just want you all to have fun on your honeymoon, wanted you to feel beautiful and for Leif to enjoy you and feel happy," said Janelle.

"I know. I know you mean well. But he likes the hair down there. But I think he's embarrassed by that though, so don't say anything," said Lynne.

"Hell no, I wouldn't say a word to anyone, you know me better than that! If he likes the hair let the boy have the hair, we want him to enjoy you and for you to leave your honeymoon grinning from ear to ear. He loves you so much. He is just totally and completely smitten with you. Lynne, I gotta be honest, I enjoy getting to see your relationship blossom. I hope I find someone who cares for me the way he cares for you," said Janelle.

"You will. Janelle, you've always taken me under your wing and treated me like a big sister. Your heart is beautiful. Your prince will come. I hope it's Will," said Lynne smiling.

"I'm sure I will, and when I find them, I hope it's half as beautiful as what the two of you share. Hell I'll even take a quarter of what you two have. Loves you to pieces, loves the air you breathe, and doesn't want you to change a thing about yourself. That's that lasting shit where you see the couple together for sixty years, and one dies, and the other dies five minutes later of a broken heart. That's going to be you and Leif," said Janelle.

Even in jesting, Lynne ached thinking about losing Leif at a very old age. She said a silent prayer to god that moment, that she went first so that she never had to face the pain of him leaving her side in death, even when they were wrinkly, and old, and surrounded by great grandchildren.

***

Leif cuddled up to Lynne like an adorable puppy. His head rested securely on one of her legs, right in the crease between her thigh and her sex. She gently ran her fingers through his long, sexy dreadlocks. Leif inhaled and he looked positively blissful. It took her a few minutes to realize he was huffing her pussy like errant teenagers huffed jars of glue.

She'd always wondered why he loved laying on her thigh so much around the house. There, with easy access to her pussy, and smelling it often in the bed that they shared, it wasn't quite so obvious what he was up to. But now, separated by necessity because he couldn't be near her without wanting to fuck her, his craving to be close to her, and sniff her scent made his smelling quite obvious.

She thought it was adorable he was having such pussy cravings!

"You can smell me as much as you want baby, but try not to be so obvious if someone comes in the living room," murmured Lynne tenderly. She bent down and kissed the crown of his dreadlocks.

He inhaled deeply again. He looked like he was in heaven.

"Yes baby, I swear," he murmured nuzzling his nose between her pussy and inner thigh.

"I miss smelling you as much as I miss being inside you," he whispered softly, inhaling contentedly.

"I miss the feel of your dick in my pussy too," she whispered softly, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Then he closed his eyes for a small cat nap as his head rested on her silky inner thigh, his nose strategically butted up to the crease where her shorts and underwear rested on her thigh, where Lynne surmised, all the good girly odors that he loved were sneaking from under the shorts. 

Lynne was flipping through a bridal magazine. They'd attended to all of the details for the wedding, but there was one tiny thing she was still consulting the books about. 

Bridal hairstyles. In truth she hadn't thought much about a hairstyle for herself, or for Leif, even, even his hairstyle was a consideration due to the length of his blonde, gorgeous braids. She bet he hadn't thought of it.

Lynne was grateful for her life with Leif, and she was delighted that there were times when she could give him doting affection as well, like now. He enjoyed resting on her knee and being caressed and allowed to sleep on her. It underscored to her the pleasure she received when she was allowed to cuddle up to him, snuggle, tickle and sleep on him. She also felt the utter emotional pleasure he must feel, caring for her. Caring for him felt lovely that same way. She even adjusted her shorts so he could get more of that good, girly smell that he loved, sneaking from under the leg of her demin shorts.

"Baby I love you so much," he murmured kissing her inner thigh and the crease near her pussy on her shorts. He lifted his head and made sure no one was around and gave her a discrete peck on her pussy through her jeans as Lynne jumped with pleasure and shock.

"Stop that boy, they are right around the corner in the kitchen!"

"Granny wants you to give me some babies, she'll be pleased," said Leif with a naughty chuckle, yelping as she pinched the back of his neck, chuckling, yawning, and then off to his cat nap again.

She petted his gorgeous braids and kissed the crown of his hair. Damn she loved him so much. She couldn't wait for their wedding day. As she continued flipping through the book, she came up on a spread of pictures with fathers walking their daughters down their aisle on their "special day". 

She lost it. She wasn't crying for her boorish father. She was crying because his stupidity made things so logistically difficult that they'd gotten this far in the wedding planning and she hadn't even thought about who would walk her down the aisle. Didn't bother to picture it, and now she was this close to the wedding and didn't know who would be on the other side of her arm in the photograph. Why did he have to be so damn difficult, and why did being different have to hurt so much sometimes! 

Before she could even stop it, the tears were dripping down and into his dreads. 

And she tried to stop them. She always tried to stop them. She didn't want him to misread her utter disappointment that her father cared so little about their relationship to mean that she was unhappy for her choices or her marriage with Leif.

She furiously wiped them away, but he felt those tears, it was too late, and he sat up and looked at her poignantly.

"What's wrong with my baby girl huh? Something's the matter? Something got you upset?" said Leif. 

And he left the maternal perch he'd rested on with her thigh and sat up right looking tenderly into her face and stroked her chin dimple.

Lynne didn't want to talk, she was afraid she'd really start crying and she quickly flipped the bridal magazine away from those offending pictures and shook her head back and forth.

"No, No, don't brush it aside, your man wants to know what's making you upset," he added.

He threw his arm around her and buried her into his armpit, his scent, and she was huffing like he was huffing her pussy scent seconds before.

"It's okay if something hurts, but a husband can't fix it if he doesn't know what's the matter. I don't want these feelings that you have bottled up inside you. That's what you used to do, keep all that shit inside and let it come pouring out on the stage...it was your outlet, and that's fine, but there are real people in your life that love and care about you now, and if you're crying like that, even in secret, and I catch you...well then, I have a right to know what's going on. No husband wants to see his wife hurting!" he added fiercely. 

He got a little bit firm, and he shouted that last part. 

But not at Lynne. She instinctively knew that his firmness was because he was upset with whatever was bothering her.

"Nothing...it's nothing," said Lynne sniffling.

She didn't want to bring him down with all that he was doing for her; all their family was doing for her with this wedding.

"It's not nothing, it has you crying silent tears. Into my lap right now little wifey, it's apparent you aren't learning your loving lessons good. You're gonna learn to tell me what hurts you inside, or I'll spank you until you tell me what is hurting your heart. All I want to do is love you, and you fight me all the time, keeping your pain hidden in your heart. Give me that book, something in there, something in there has you upset," confirmed Leif.

He flipped through the pages for about a minute, and he found the father daughter spread.

"Damn it. That's it right there. Hey baby, listen I'm sorry your rotten louse of a father is not going to be there, but please, please, please try to remember the family we are building, and don't let it spoil the day for you. I can't make up for his lousiness, but as a husband I will give you all the emotional pleasure he denied you, that I promise you. I think I'm already delivering. Don't cry princess, it'll be okay," he murmured reassuringly.

"It's...I'm not even really crying for him. Hell he was such an ass that last time, I don't even want him there..." she added softly.

"Then what is it then? You look at this spread, and you burst out crying! I hate that you hurt over this, but you don't need to hide it. It's okay if your father's aloofness and his outright meanness still stings. It'll probably always sting! You need some cuddle time with your man? Naked cuddle time? I'll take you back to the cottage and just snuggle with you naked. It'll be innocent, I remember our no fucking pledge. I know how comforted you feel when you feel our bare bodies touching. I think that'll make my sweet wifey to be feel better," said Leif tenderly.

"I don't think I'll last any better during naked cuddle time than you will, we will both ravage each other and that'll be it, about our no fucking till marriage commitment! But that wasn't why I was crying. I don't want my dad to be there anymore, he's more than shown me the ass that he truly is. It's just that, up to now I hadn't thought of any important part of any traditional wedding...who will give me away? Two days from the rehearsal dinner and I haven't figured it out," said Lynne.

"Ah, Lynney, I understand it now! Wanting daddy there, and wanting someone to give you away are two totally different things. Baby, there are so many people who are going to be at this wedding that love you, who will be fighting once they know that the chance to give you away is up for grabs. And you...you're not being a good little wifey. You keep it up and I'll turn you over my knee again. Isn't a wife supposed to tell her husband the things that hurt her and make her upset?" asked Leif.

"Well yes but I..."

"But nothing. Instead of crying, as soon as you felt that little prick in your heart that this was something that hurt, you should have shook my shoulder. You could have said Leif, I just thought of something, there's no one to give me away. And we could have had a productive discussion about it and came up with a solution together rather than you feeling sad and crying. And, if you still needed to cry, I could have held you right away," said Leif sweetly.

"I didn't want to bother you, you were napping...I didn't want to bother you with silly shit," Lynne protested.

"I'm insulted then. I'm not like the shitty men you knew before. My naps don't come before your grief. If this were something silly, like what tv show to watch next then I understand not wanting to awaken me. But feeling hurt because there is no one to walk you down the aisle and we didn't put any thought into until the last second, is a legitimate concern and source of frustration and worry. I'm gonna be your husband, and I live to make those pains, and disappointments, and fears go away. When you...when you shut me out, you are not letting me do one of the jobs that I take seriously as your husband. Don't take that job from me baby girl, I want to show you kindness, I want to be your strength and your support. But a man can't do that if he doesn't know what's hurting," he added dotingly.

Just more kindness and care. Security and love, and it seemed like her husband to be had an impossible to breach soft spot, and unyielding reserves of tenderness for her. Lynne just wasn't used to feeling so good, and where there had been glimmers of niggling pain before when she looked at the bridal spread, it was all being replaced by that warm fuzzy feeling, that feeling that she now recognized as her man's doting affection. She was the apple of his eye, and nothing she could do to fuck that up. If she was hurting, she should have awakened him. He wanted to hear about all her worries, no matter how big or small. There was none of that impatient shit, no snapping like she'd known the men in her life to do before. He wouldn't have bitten her head off if she'd shook his shoulder and told him what hurt right way! He was a blonde haired angel, delivering sweetness and light every time he was near her, only thing missing was some damn wings! 

He cared for her so much! Hell they should be eloping somewhere, and then she wouldn't need anyone to give her away! He was the true nurturer in her life, and since he couldn't give her away to himself, it didn't make sense to have someone else do it...even though there were so many people she loved, and could select, they'd be just a stand in. He was her hero now. 

In just six short months, he'd become her fierce lover, guider, protector, and confidant. In many ways she didn't miss her cold father at all, just the moments that made things awkward made the pain of her earlier life surface, like finding someone to give her away, or needing that extra boost of encouragement from Leif because she never had it before. But Leif never seemed to mind. Oddly enough he seemed to thrive on giving her the male love and care that she needed. 

There were more tears on his shirt, and she was embarrassed at how much the water flew everywhere.

But he knew her so well by now, and he did not want her embarrassed at all. He loved to see her thriving in his love. 

"Those are the good kind of tears. The happy ones, I'm happy too. Loving you, and caring for you, and being cared for by you makes your man happy too. And yes, I take caring for your feelings very, very seriously. That must feel good to that sweet heart of yours. And you are not a bother to me, my special girl," he added.

And she didn't even have to climb in his lap he was pulling her right up on his knees. Lord she felt so tingly in her pussy and stomach, she wanted her good fucking now, when he was kind and sweet to her, she just wanted to be obedient to his every wish and give her big strong husband what he wanted, and needed! 

"Baby they might be in the kitchen, I don't want you to be embarrassed..." she murmured. It wasn't the sitting in his lap part she thought he might be embarrassed about, but all those forehead kisses and how he doted on her. And she was squirming on his lap, fighting her arousal as he felt doting kisses on her forehead, over and over again.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 46



The kisses would not stop, and she'd lost count of them. Lynne had worried about them not being as close emotionally as they got used to each other sexually, but she was relieved to learn that it would be the opposite between the two of them, it was as though, all restraints were broken and he could now give her all the tenderness and love he craved to give her without restrictions, knowing she wanted to be possessed by him totally. 

"Hush Lynney, if they think it's weird that I want to hug and rock you next to me because you felt a little pricked in your heart that there were no arrangements to walk you down the aisle, and I want to let you know that you have an open door policy with your husband when you have a worry, then I know less about this family than I thought. It's okay to snuggle. Is it making you feel good," he asked dotingly and he was stroking her hair.

Did it make her feel good, so damn good she couldn't utter a peep, just hide next to his neck and smell him, feel arousal for him, and nod yes in close to his shoulder as she perched in his lap. 

And what he did next surprised her. He chuckled with happiness. Sheer joy like he was the one being given the best gift on earth, instead of her, she was the one sitting on his knee, a spoiled, princess, bride to be! 

Just that simple reassurance, hugging him and in his lap, and she felt so much better. She felt like she could walk on the clouds. 

She wiped her tears on his shirt sleeve and beamed at him, smiling. The look she received back from him of utter joy and contentment at consoling her made her feel so special and cherished by him. 

Adored.

"That's my sweet one! All better now?" he whispered, and he kissed her forehead.

He even checked in with her to see that the kindness made her feel better. She was so damn lucky, and spoiled! 

"Yes baby, so much better! I know...maybe it'll be weird, but I'll ask your dad to walk me down the aisle...I care so much about him. He's been so kind and helpful with fatherly like advice since I've known him, and way nicer than my dad ever was...He can come back and get me from his seat, after he sits near the bridal party," said Lynne.

"You are my most precious gift. You don't have to ask anyone to give you away. I want to do the asking baby, and I feel like an ass that I forgot that shit in the first place, it never should have gotten to a point where you needed to ask someone to walk you down the aisle," said Leif ruefully. 

"You're my most precious gift too! You don't have to feel like an ass. We both forgot. God, everything is so much better when I'm a good Lynne and trust you with my feelings. But wait...what about Granny LaReaux. She could give me away...but...she is a woman that might be too much for some people...I don't know..." hedged Lynne.

"Oh woman, quit with those old fashioned ways. You are not in that fucking church anymore! Don't stifle your forward thinking. That's the way you feel in your heart naturally. I've been to some weddings where the mom gave the girl away, and I thought that shit was cool. I'm liberal, guy and most everyone who is invited to our wedding is similar. I see your point about Granny too. We've got a tough choice. Which one would you rather have the most?" asked Leif.

"I don't know! I mean, your dad is like a father to the both of us now, and he's sweet, kind and patient, kind of like you are, and he's great for advice. But then, so is my granny, and she's a surprise guest and she's my family," said Lynne.

"I'll ask both of them, and let them duke it out in the ring. I'll decide who gets to walk you. Whoever makes the best case to walk my most precious little gift down the aisle. The present I can't wait to receive, and really get to call you my own. I don't want you to worry your pretty little head about it again until the rehearsal dinner. You are going to have someone great that you love to walk you down the aisle. Just put your trust in me, okay? You've got enough to worry about with all the things brides have to do. That's another thing, far too much worry in your life before, that shit is over honey, let me worry about shit for a while," said Leif, kissing her hand. 

"Okay baby, I won't worry about it anymore, I promise," said Lynne.

It felt good to be able to put her trust in someone like that; and put the worry aside. She'd never felt a feeling so sweet before Leif! 

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 47



***

He was a little annoyed that his plans for a romantic day filled with treats for Lynne was they recited their vows was delayed. He'd wanted to take her out for the whole day, visit some natural sites with her, run with her on the beach, and finish it off with a picnic. One last day of enjoyable fun together until they said their vows in a few days, as the last few days would be crowded with bachelor parties, and bridal showers, wedding preparation and the rehearsal dinner. So he looked forward to this chance to run away with his sweetie, and enjoy some quiet time. 

But, his father and his boys had other ideas. They wanted him to go on a fishing day trip with them. At first, he protested, that he didn't have a fishing rod with him. Somehow Lynne had overheard this, and promptly did away with this excuse, she'd gone to an outdoors store and got him the nicest fishing rod he'd ever saw.

She called it an early wedding present, and she'd wrapped it up with bows and everything. She was always doing sweet and thoughtful things for others. And tiny things to show him she felt like he was a hero to her. He knew they'd be married in a few short days, but he enjoyed spending time with her so much, and he knew the emotional deprivations she'd suffered at the hands of men before, and he didn't want to leave her for this fishing day trip, when she was still probably pricked about her situation walking down the aisle. 

Even though he knew the trip with his father and his boys would be fun, he also had a ton of fun with Lynne. And, he enjoyed nurturing and caring for her, and he wanted to be there for her in case she needed any last minute care, or support as she put the finishing touches on the wedding. He was her man, and it was his job. Besides that shit made him feel so needed and masculine, cherishing and protecting her. He'd never felt like such a man before, and he couldn't wait to fulfill Lynne's pent up need to be ravished! 

Yet, Lynne insisted that he go off with his boys for the fishing trip, even though in his heart of hearts, he really didn't want to go. 

"I don't wanna go, I want to be with you, we can fish together. I miss you. These last few days I haven't seen you except at breakfast, and late at night. I don't want to go, you've never been fishing before, never held a fishing rod. I can teach you all that shit. You can be my little fisher lady. I'll bait all the hooks, and you can just do the fun part, catching the fish. And we eat what we catch, you'll have a ball. It's a little dirty, but I'll do the dirty part. You get to ride in a boat. Come on Lynney it'll be fun," said Leif, and he chuckled with happiness already imagining his Lynney along for the journey. 

Leif never wanted Lynne to feel deprived. Where he was welcome, she was welcome to go. Aside from that, he relished the idea of seeing her cute little face all screwed up looking at the bait, the glee in her eyes when she caught her first fish, and whatever tasty cooking ideas she got when the started grilling. He already could picture her rustic and roughing it with him. Damn, they should get a tent and go camping a few months after the wedding. His playmate and his lover. She was his everything.

Lynne chuckled with delight.

"It sounds really fun baby, but we should plan our own trip alone. Your boys want to hang out with you one last time while you are a single man. Even though you'll go with them, and your father alone after we're married it won't be the same as now," said Lynne.

"Well, being married is not a sentence, not to me! I can't wait for that shit. And, anyways, I don't want to go. I want to stay here smelling you, and then take you off to be my fisher lady. Boy what we can get up to while we wait to catch those fish. Fishing can be boring, but you and I can find plenty of fun ways to pass the time while we wait for a tug on the line. I'm not going," sighed Leif. 

He'd buried his head on her lap, sniffing her pussy discretely. He even pouted a little bit while she played with his hair. He tried to camouflage it, but she caught him.

Since she was the one who normally was babied in this relationship, she found it both adorable and hilarious! She playfully pushed his lip back in with her thumb. 

"Well baby, you better go. In ten years, after we have a few babies, and we get used to each other you'll long to go on a fishing trip alone, and get away from all the noise and chaos in our home. I want you to enjoy this trip now, for you," said Lynne sweetly bending down in her lap, and kissing his cheek.

"I'll never get used to you Lynney. And, I don't know if I'll be racing to get away from the babies, even if they are noisy, as long as you are around being their beautiful mother, doing sweet things like you do for me, fixing plates, cooking tasty treats, singing, filling the house with love, and decorating," said Leif playfully.

"Well I'm glad you feel like you'll always love hanging around the house, but you better go out for your last hurrah right now, I'm not letting you miss your getaway, now get up and get dressed," teased Lynne.

He sighed, and he pouted, but then he finally agreed.

***

He was planning a romantic picnic lunch for his sweetie. One final little date together before they said their vows. And this was a most important lunch for the two of them, because they were planning their vows. 

They had personal vows that they were going to say to each other, vows at a pre-wedding ceremony where they would give each other special gifts that were secret from the other person, and more formal vows that they would say before the church.

The vow planning meant so much to Lynne because her former church would not allow brides and grooms to plan their own vows. The more he learned through little tidbits about Lynne's life and background, the more that the church she grew up in seemed hopelessly repressive and cultic, and he couldn't believe she'd wound up having so much personality and warmth to her. It was probably the performer in her. She had all that energy onstage, and it radiated offstage, and it kept her from feeling cold, antiseptic and vanilla. That was probably why she could not conform to the church, and led to her falling in love with him outside the church, if you could call it that, and getting kicked out.

Funny how you could take for granted shit like the freedom to plan your own vows. He was glad that she was free from that prison, if anyone deserved to plan their own vows it was his creative, bubbly, loving, sensual little bride. Lynne was such a great writer, songwriter and otherwise. He "filched" one of the good bottles of wine they planned on serving the guests early before they got all sauced up. He also told Lynne not to worry about fixing anything for the picnic. She was always fixing him fabulous meals, and he didn't want her to feel like she had to worry about feeding him for it to be a romantic time. 

He got a wonderful fruit, cheese, and olive platter from a delicatessen in the area, and some finger foods he knew Lynne adored. For dessert, a small pastry for them to share.

He also got a nice blanket and picked a nice playlist for his iPhone to play. He hoped they could keep their hands off of each other. It was hard, and each moment, with those gorgeous milky brown eyes that looked so eager to please him, posed a temptation. Each glimpse he caught of her braless breasts, nipples poking through those faded, slogan, or cartoon t-shirts, each sneaky whiff of her pussy, the smell of her hair, and he wanted to fuck her hard with his cock until they both cried out with joy.

She was so eager the way she held his hand as they made their way to his makeshift picnic in the woods. She squeezed his hands and swung it in her hand like a happy teenager. He'd done something a little corny, and now wondered if he should be embarrassed. What if Lynney didn't like it?

He'd built a small fort for her in the woods with twigs and branches, and he hoped he hadn't gone too over the top. Thinking about planning the picnic for her, his immediate thought was, a woman who'd never climbed a tree had probably never been in a fort either. She said she was okay that her father wasn't going to be at the wedding, because he'd proven himself to be an asshole, and while she probably was, he understood why this would probably still sting her a bit. As he told her, it probably would always sting, so Leif loved doing things he felt like Lynne would enjoy and would take away some of the sting she'd known in her life before him. Now that he was in her life, there'd be no more pain. So, putting together a fun surprise for her, where she'd get to feel like his special girl, and he'd see wonder in her eyes was a delight for him. 

When she saw it she giggled with sheer happiness and he swore that his heart felt like it would burst hearing her delightful little giggle. 

So damn easy to make her happy and he loved her so much! He lived to make her happy, and provide her with a fun, safe, loving space for her to feel free to be herself, and make up for delights that she missed earlier, in her lives. 

"That's for us!" said Lynne beaming.

"Yeah I...I hope it's not too much. Sweetie I just wanted...well I used to make forts in the back yard and I thought that it..."

"I love it! I never played in a fort before!" she exclaimed and kissed him brightly on his cheek.

In some ways this shit felt like the sweetest puppy love he'd ever felt. It underscored all that he'd been missing out before he'd started to love that sweet creature. He'd missed out on all the adventures of courtship and even dating when he was a young man, he'd been so focused on casual sex and hooking up. Sharing treats with a woman in a fort was probably something he should have experienced as a little Leif. But he was glad he'd saved it for Lynney.

"Damn, every day is like my first night at the prom with you!" he said with a laugh.

He was alluding to being an emotional virgin prior to his Lynne. He liked feeling these new emotions with her as she experienced a tender, loving environment for the first time.

If she loved the fort, wait until she saw the honeymoon!

His baby had been keeping a diary for most of her life. She'd started a new journal at the beginning of their courtship, soon after they'd met at the nightclub. Lynne said she'd combed through all the various entries in order to figure out what she should include in her wedding vows. In an incredibly tender act of trust, she actually sat her journal in his lap. She expressly told him not to flip to the back. Those were sexual fantasies she'd written about. When she felt less shy she'd share them. Leif couldn't wait, he'd make sure they did everything she'd written about, plus more she hadn't thought of journaling yet. He would never betray her trust.

He stayed to the parts of the journal Lynne permitted him to read, while she looked at him with sweet, shy, big brown eyes. What he saw made him so emotional, his eyes were watery. Such beautiful passages, filled with love and tenderness, and humor. That's what had attracted him to her, her insides were beautiful, to reflect on their love with such heartfelt tenderness. He'd never let anything hurt her! Her soul was beautiful, the way she often remarked about his own soul.

She flipped forward several pages into the middle of her journal, and there were several pages of vows that she'd drafted. Beside those vows, on the last page, he saw a beautiful picture that startled him. His Lynney had drawn an artist rendering of what she'd imagined Leif to look like at middle age, in a tuxedo, walking their own daughter down the aisle. That was how she healed. Through her words, her poetry, her songs and her sketches. He lovingly fingered the photograph.

"I already know you'll be such a good daddy, you won't let our little girl down that way. She'll be so lucky to have you for a father. In some ways I can't wait for you to give me a baby. I can't wait for her to meet you," she said softly.

"Oh Lynney, you're gonna make a beautiful mother too my sweet," said Leif lovingly stroking her hair. 

Lynne had several ideas for vows to him that she'd scratched in a moleskin notebook. And, he had trouble telling her which verse to select from all the beautiful poetry she'd written him. They were all so beautiful, he didn't think his vows could ever compare.

Lynne thought that was nonsense. He'd written his vows from his tender, yet masculine point of view, and included a tiny bit of humor in it, and she thought they were beautiful. She loved them. She told him that their vows, both the private vows that they would say at the beach, and the vows they would say in the church did not have to mirror each other, they were two different people even though they were very much in love. It made sense that they'd have different perspectives on the way the love had touched their lives and the vows they needed to commit to. 

He also confessed that he was nervous. He didn't do well at public speaking, and he was nervous that he might stutter-

"I'll be looking right into your eyes. You're my hero, and I always know what you are trying to say, even if you stammer a bit. Stammering doesn't make you any less in my eyes Leify, I understand every word you speak to me, and they are beautiful. I'll hold your hands too so you don't feel so nervous," she said sweetly.

Damn. He loved that little creature so much, that was why he felt so comfortable when she was near him. He rarely stuttered anymore, but on occasion it would rear it's ugly head. But as soon as he looked at Lynne, and her big, brown loving eyes, a wave of calm came over him so strong, he'd often remember his words, remember to breathe, stop stuttering and he ended up actually feeling like the hero that Lynne painted him as, through her loving expression. And he knew she would do it for him again, if she needed to during their vows. 

They were also going to give each other gifts that they felt symbolized their love at the pre-ceremony. He was still playfully trying to find out what gift Lynne had gotten him to symbolize her love for him. She wouldn't budge. Since she wouldn't budge, he wouldn't tell her what he'd gotten her either, but he'd put a lot of thought into it, and he hoped she would love it. 

While selecting their vows, they'd had two glasses of wine, and Lynne sweetly suggested they practice the vows they just suggested from the lines they'd each written.

Leif ever the rouge, coyly suggested that he be allowed to kiss the bride, at the end of their vow recitation. 

Lynne, loving to playfully submit agreed.

The kissing was passionate and lusty and she ended up in his lap, grinding and pressing and thrusting against his growing erection.

"Oh I miss you so much Leify! Please let me suck your cock, I don't even need you to please me. I miss your taste, and the way your skin down there smells, come on baby, I love you so much, sucking your cock is not the same as fucking...I can wait a few days you just need to learn to control yourself, when I'm sucking you...I need to taste you, it feels like parts of me are missing on the inside, I need to swallow you," she murmured hotly against his ear.

Damn it was so hard! And he was hard! Aching for that sweet thing, and she was an enthusiastic little cocksucker. How lucky he was to be marrying her.

"Baby, baby stop it," he murmured as she rubbed the crotch of her jeans up to his cock through his own jeans.

He was half hearted in his stop though, his mouth was trailing her neck, smelling her lovely scents, that strawberry soap, and Lynne.

He hadn't necked her since he'd had her sleep in the big house, and his lips went eagerly over the soft skin of her neck. How could she feel and taste so fucking perfect? And he felt like a virgin, and like he wanted to rip off her cute, frayed t-shirt and her denim shorts all at once. 

Lynne moaned with contentment. That spot between her neck and her shoulder was so sensitive.

"Please, baby please," whimpered Lynne.

She lifted the hem of her t-shirt.

"No, no lovely, I don't think I can stand it if you show me those soft little titties right now, please have mercy on me. If you show them to me, you'll wind up swiftly on your back while I watch them jiggle for me, hard, while I'm inside you," he groaned.

"God, that sounds so good, Leify, I can't stand it, I ache so much. Every night I'm touching myself and it's not hitting the spot like it does when you do it. Leif I need you to help me baby. Please, please," she panted close to him, her hot breath tickling his mouth and tasting like wine.

Fuck. Just fuck. He both loved and hated to see his pretty bride begging for his cock like this. He loved it because he felt powerful, manly and needed by her. He hated it because there was nothing he could do to really help ease her sexual desires, and he loved to please Lynne. Damn it he loved pleasing her body until she squirmed, and screamed with joy more than anything! 

And he missed the smell of her, and the taste of her. He wanted to please and indulge her. Loved spoiling her. So, he was spoiling her he knew, yet tempting himself, and he murmured sweetly in her ear

"Take off your jeans, and leave everything else on and lay back flat on the blanket,"

"Baby I..."

"Do you want me to satisfy you or not? Hush and do as your husband says, and you'll get a big reward," he teased playfully.

Lynne grinned at him, and pulled off her jean shorts.

He pulled her panties to the side, and butted his nose up to the crotch, getting the juices heavily on his nose, and then just shuttered with pleasure.

"I miss your smell so much!" he moaned, his voice husky with emotion.

"Baby, please, kiss it!" she panted and she moved her crotch to the side with trembling fingers.

He started to lightly suck the furrow of her lips and clit, swiping it with a gentle tongue as he sucked.

She made a few loud whimpering noises, and he looked up at her, kissed her inner thigh.

"Shhh, quiet. Someone might think someone is being hurt in the woods. Pant if you need to, but no more moaning and screaming or I'll stop," he murmured firmly.

He pulled her hips further apart, closing his entire mouth on her pussy and course hairs, sucking firmly, feeling her lips and clit swell. 

Lynne arched her hips in rapid circles, wriggling her lower lips under his sucking lips for more stimulation.

He covered her lips in kisses, and then began taking bold licks.

"Baby, baby please," she whispered, panting, spreading her beautiful, full tan lips down below, and revealing the beautiful pink treats inside and he couldn't wait to slurp up all of that sweet cream.

He gently lapped at her clit, then stopped to plunge his tongue down below, where he saw the lovely cream gathering in the slit of her gorgeous pussy. When he penetrated her with his tongue, Lynne panted hard and pulled at his dreadlocks.

She arched her back with a seductive rhythm while he sprinkled the area with licks and kisses.

She grabbed his face by his ears groaning and wriggling her hips in rapid gyrations. It was so good to her, he could feel her tiny clit and vulva quivering under his tongue, just aching for some good firm sucks to bring her over the edge.

Her smell was intoxicating as he simply covered her throbbing lips, and her pleasure pearl with his gentle suction and kissing.

"Leify, please!" she panted hoarsely. He parted her lips, and stimulated her clit directly with his gentle tongue, bathing and wiggling her lips and clit with loving lapping motions.

"Ugh! Ugh! I love you!" came her hoarse cry, and then, then her sweet lips throbbing and clutching under his tender kisses.

"Love you too baby!" he grunted into her pussy after he was done licking and sucking and her gorgeous bush stopped throbbing. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 47



Sweetest, most intimate kiss in the world, kissing and sniffing her tasty little pussy, and he knew that even when he became rougher with her sometimes, he'd never stop giving her pussy all the sweet sucks and kisses that it needed to quiver with multiple orgasms.

He licked the glaze of his mouth, sweeter than that pastry they'd yet to share could ever be.

What happened next was always adorable and endeared him to her, the rapid breathing patterns that she had. 

She was winded with her orgasms now they were so pleasurable, and she breathed in and out rapidly sweating and panting like she'd indeed run a marathon.

He couldn't stand to look at those long luscious legs connected to those tan little lips with the wild coarse hair and those candy like pink innards peaking out from under her cotton underwear, spread and glistening with her own love juices and his saliva.

That sight, coupled with her t-shirt rolled up past her belly button made her look like such a naughty little wifey, eagle spread, soaking wet panty crotch splayed on the blanket, her tan lips peaking out underneath her panties, indulging in the joy her man's loving lips could bring.

"My goodness, so good! Nothing makes me feel like that, my own fingers never come close, it's magic, so addictive. I didn't think I'd make it until the wedding, I missed your magical tongue so much," she sighed.

"That was the hardest thing I ever had to do baby. But I did it because I love you, and you were so squirmy and you looked discontented, and I felt like an orgasm would calm you and make you happy. Making you happy is what always matters most. You just don't know how much I wanted to lay on top of you and fuck you the more excited you got. But I'll have my chance in a few short days. In the meantime, please put these back on baby, there's only so much a man can take," he begged playfully handing her back her jeans. 

He actually had to avert his eyes from her dripping wet open pussy and her luscious legs, and the site of her puffy little nipples in the t-shirt which was damp with the sweat of her writhing pleasure. 

"You love me so much," she murmured looking at him adoringly. She knew that him going down on her was a sheer act of love, because he was having trouble controlling his own desire for Lynne. He simply did it as an unselfish act to pleasure her, and calm her. 

She slid her jeans back on and beamed at him, before adding.

"I love you so much too, Leify!"

He didn't even need to say it. She already knew. That was why he'd eaten her while his balls ached with the need to fuck her so bad they were purple. Because he loved her and he didn't want her aching for anything, his love, his guidance, or the sexual pleasure he could provide. Lynne was now his sweet little princess bride to be, a bond that could never be broken.

***

The next day, after their little picnic, Lynne got busy early in the morning in the kitchen fixing up some treats for her man. She wanted to send him off with a good lunch. She knew they'd be away for the whole day, and the plans were to eat what they caught, but she didn't want Leif starving if they didn't have a good day with the fish. She made lunch for not just Leif, but all the groomsmen who were also going on the fishing trip, along with his father. 

For dessert, she even baked Leif's favorite sugar cookies. He'd confessed that his favorite cookies used to be oatmeal, but now, because he associated sugar cookies with the color of her skin, and that sweet but musky smell between her legs, they were now his favorite by far. A lot of the time, he didn't even realize he was complimenting her and filling her heart with sweet feelings, but he was, even when he said those things casually. She took special care with Leif's three cookies, and she even made them heart-shaped, while the cookies she made for everyone else were circular. She hoped it wasn't too much and he wouldn't be to embarrassed.

She also put a cute little note in his lunch, just basically hoping he had a good catch, and enjoyed his last trip out with his boys as a single man.

While she was fixing the lunches, she overheard Leif and Matthew in the living room, discussing his last days as a single man.

"I can't believe how tame you want your bachelor party. There's no telling where Lynne stashed that brain of yours. I know you two are lovey dovey, cute and faithful and I'm starting to dig it, but I mean, it is your last night as a single man, and I'm sure she wouldn't mind too terribly much if we took you, say to like a topless bar some place. I'm not suggesting you get a lap dance, I know that be too over the top, for the man you are now bro," said Matthew.

"I...I don't really have a desire to see another woman's tits anymore. It's...it's kinda strange, but maybe you'll understand when you really settle down and fall in love. If I...If I see some other woman's jugs, I'll just be thinking about how hers are not anywhere near as nice as Lynne's, because they are attached to Lynne, and I love Lynne, exclusively now. Lynne is what turns me on, the little things about her body that only he has, little noises that only she makes. She's cute and sexy and beautiful as hell, and I don't want to go to a topless bar...I want you guys to take me to Mexico, and I wanna get smashed with tequila, do some petty gambling, and our stupid assed dare devil stunts. Just don't do anything that'll make me break my arm or ankle or shit. Lynne will kill us if I go hobbling down the aisle in a cast," said Lief.

"She flipped out when she thought you were looking at porn, just some harmless pixels on the screen. Man, bro, if your relationship is so restrictive that you can't even go to a topless bar, the only difference between that bar, and a regular bar is that the chicks don't wear any shirts, then...damn, I'm never getting married. I'm glad it works for you and you are happy, and she seems happy too, but I just can't imagine only ever looking at the same old pair of floppy little tits everyday for the rest of my life. Even if her fun bags are nice, get tired of looking at the same shit, day after day," said Matthew.

"Look, she did flip out, and guess what else, you don't even know the best part, if I thought Lynne was looking at some stray dicks on the internet, I'd be flipping out too. I know you are older than me Matty, but there's a lot of shit about love you don't understand. It, it means different stuff when you love the person. If I thought Lynne was getting hot and bothered for another man's cock, I'd be so jealous and mad I wouldn't even be able to see straight. If I feel that way, how could I look at other people naked, on a computer, or in person? I just can't do that shit, she fills me up so full with this wild love and this craving for her that I couldn't even begin to describe to you. No other shit, in this world, could ever come close," said Leif, and he made an audible sigh.

It was beautiful to hear Leif ruminating on their love like that. And even sweeter to hear how he refused to let anyone talk him into doing something he wasn't comfortable with, and damaging their special bond even with the bachelor festivities he was supposed to engage in. She loved him that same way!

"I mean, I believe you. But you better check with your little chickadee and make sure that the women aren't up to no good. Shit, my sister was the maid of honor for a wedding about a year ago, and the bachelorette party they gave that chick put any lame little topless bar we were going to take you to, to shame. I mean, supposedly they had these dudes come in cop cars, pretend to arrest the bride-to-be and the other chicks in the wedding. He gave the girls lap dances, and whipped them up into a fucking frenzy. But, her man was cool with it. He got super lucky on the honeymoon on the sloppy seconds principle. Besides, there's no telling what he got up to in his own bachelor party. Seems like it was probably pretty wild. Different strokes for different folks I guess," said Matthew.

Lynne raised her eybrow at this, and wrapped Matthew's wrap extra tight. She didn't know if it was out of anger, or because she didn't want his sandwich to leak. It made her a bit warm for him to accuse her bachelorette party of being up to no good, to try to let her own man off the hook to do something naughty. She and the girls had planned some fun stunts, but there were no men involved, and all of the women would remain fully clothed! 

"Yeah Matty. First, I'm certain as sweet and shy, and innocent as Lynney is, that there aren't gonna be any naked dudes jumping out of cakes with their dicks swinging in the air. If there is, she'd be taking that shit up with me, and there'd be hell to pay. Second, she's so sweet and innocent, and she'd rather do anything than hurt my feelings, I know her, and she knows that fiddling around with naked dudes at her bachelorette party would make me jealous. Third, that other couple, they might have a more open relationship, and that's cool, but the second I lay eyes on Lynney I knew I didn't want to have any shit open. That means I'd have to share her...hell no...and I know she doesn't want to share me. It doesn't feel confining because I love Lynney. You can't talk shit about stuff you don't understand," said Leif.

"You're right I can't. Seeing you with her, and how loving it is and shit, it makes me want to understand. And you're right with what you're doing. We'll have a good time in Mexico, gamble and drink our asses off and do some dare devil stunts. Otherwise, you might fuck up what the two of you have that is so special. And I don't want to see you do that shit man, I just wanted you to have fun for your last days as a single man," said Matthew.

"Hell yeah, I'm gonna have fun, as much fun as I can have while I wait for my honeymoon. I can't hardly wait," said Leif.

His anticipation made him sound like a sweet little boy, and Lynne was surprised that he was unashamed to show such feeling in front of Matt.

"What do you mean you can't wait, you've banged her everyway but sideways," said Matt with a snicker.

"No...no I haven't...I...I've been being really sweet and very careful with her. So I'm looking forward to being a little more intense. And even if I had...fuck, it doesn't get old when you really love someone the way that I love her. You gotta be open to exploring and switch shit around, not doing things the same old way. But a woman who loves you, who's in tune with your spirit, shit, it's so much more satisfying than an easy woman. There is nothing, but nothing like the creativity of an adventurous woman in love with you, she'll please you like no one else can..that's how I wanna please her too, you'll understand when you find the one" said Leif.

"Fuck. I need to settle down now. So much effort goes into trying to get laid for one thing, let alone trying to get something really freaky going," said Matthew.

It was interesting to Lynne to get a window into what guarded men talked about when they were alone. She wasn't eavesdropping, actually she was, but not on purpose, but when she heard them talking that bachelor party shit, she was nervous. Next, she wanted to see if his boys wanted to plan something wild and crazy. When she found out that they weren't, and he was steadfast and resolute, Lynne was relieved. But, after Leif started to reflect on the reasons why, she was truly touched. Leif always told Lynne he enjoyed their time together, and loved her body more than anything because of the love he felt for her, but sometimes Lynne wondered if he said those things because they made her heart melt, a feeling that swiftly traveled to her pussy and had her opening her legs before she even realized what was happening. But him, unembarrassed telling his boys the same thing indicated to Lynne that he said those things, because he truly loved her.

That was damn beautiful to Lynne.

She made a lot of noise coming into the living room to bring the lunches so that they would hear her, and they could chose to stop having their conversation, even though she'd already heard them, and she smiled ruefully to herself, thinking about what a good man she had, and how she was never letting his ass go.

She handed Matthew his bag lunch, gave the special lunch to Leif, and gave Leif the rest of the lunches for the rest of his groomsmen and his father.

"Shit, you made us lunch," said Matthew.

"I sure did. Actually I did it for Leif, but I knew I couldn't leave the rest of your sorry asses out of it," teased Lynne.

Matthew looked playfully wounded, and Lynne sat on Leif's knee kissing his forehead.

"Baby the fishing rod for my trip, and my lunches, everything's so damn nice. Thank you for thinking of me...I'll be thinking of you the whole trip, and how you made everything so nice for me," he added kissing her forehead.

"You're welcome, it's my pleasure. I hope you have a good catch, but if not you needn't be hungry," said Lynne with a loving smile.

"Sure you don't want to come along little fisherlady?" asked Leif.

"Oh stop it! Go have fun with your boys. I'll do it next time, we'll plan our own trip, maybe go camping under the stars. That shit would be so romantic," said Lynne dreamily.

She envisioned she and Leif camping nude and sleeping under the stars. She didn't necessarily love the wild animals in the woods, and bugs which she associated with camping, but she also loved the idea of hiding in Leif's arms while he swatted away whatever was distressing her. Such a steamy fantasy. She had to look away from his loving blue eyes, but his glance started to pierce her and smolder her. And she knew he saw her, and he knew she was thinking of sex. He glanced at her with hooded eyes, then he winked at her. He played with her pouty mouth with his thumb playfully.

"Hey Lynney, Matt thinks your bridal shower is going to be full of drunken debauchery. He told me you all were getting bump and grind lap dances all night? Is that true? Because if it is I'm gonna spank your little rear until you won't be able to sit at the bachelorette party," he said against he nape of her neck.

Lynne squirmed and giggled at his playful teasing.

"No, I don't want to do that shit! Matthew is crazy. The only way that's gonna happen is if you and I are alone, and you jump your ass out of the cake. Now I'd love you to bump and grind and jiggle for me in some kind of fireman suit for my eyes only," teased Lynne, her eyes flashing.

"Hmm...I might be able to arrange a little pre bachelorette party entertainment, just for you little mama," said Leif playfully.

"Ugh, that shit is sickening," said Matthew playfully.

The way Lynne saw it, Matthew reaped what he sewed, teasing Leif and making him feel embarrassed for not wanting to have a naked women testosterone laden bachelor party. But she'd never been more proud of Leif and their love. He believed in what she was saying. It wasn't what he was saying when she was around, it was what he said when she was not around that let Lynne know she'd made such a wise choice in loving such a beautiful man.

"You two are damn lucky. That's it...I'm gonna find a serious woman after this wedding. You two can probably fix me up with someone" said Matthew hopefully.

Lynne chuckled, right along with Leif.

She kissed Leif's forehead angelically, and went off to prepare for her own bachelorette party.

***

Leif enjoyed his fishing trip with his boys and his father. His father reflected on how lucky he was to have met Lynne, who seemed like a beautiful girl inside and out. He also told Leif that he was happy that there were no circumstances that had forced him into marriage. He had his own circumstances that had forced him to live with Linda at a young age. 

However, he adored Linda and it all worked out. But how much nicer for his son to be marrying because he was following his heart, that was what they always wanted for him, and why they told him not to get married at an early age. But, they were happy he was marrying Lynne, because that was truly following the leadings of his heart. 

He told his son Leif to never loose the zest for his marriage, to always remember why he loved Lynne in the first place, even after they had their babies and the stresses and strains of a house mortgage.

"Do you know why you love her?" Garret asked Leif. 

"Of course I do. She's beautiful in body and soul, and she feels her feelings and emotions so deeply, with such enthusiasm, and this fiery intensity, I'm so lucky that I'm one of the things she loves. To have that love reflected back towards me is so beautiful, it takes my breath away," added Leif.

His father looked impressed even though he wasn't saying this to impress someone else. Meanwhile his friends wanted to gag.

"You need to write that down so you'll always remember. That's what I did with your mother," said his father.

"I'll write it down Garrett. But I love her so much I don't think it's possible to forget it," said Leif. 

"You are just fucking whipped is all! So whipped whenever you two have a fight you look like a fucking sad little girl until you make up," teased Matthew was they swung their lines.

"I do all the spanking because she likes it that way. Don't be jealous mouth breather, you'll find someone who can put up with your ass eventually," teased Leif.

Leif caught more fish than his boys, but his father caught much more than any of the young men, and they went back to the house, where Leif's dad would fillet and grill what they caught and they'd have a nice meal before Leif went off alone with his boys, and for almost his last night as a single man. 

Whatever it was, even though he was looking forward to it, he hoped they didn't keep him up so long he wouldn't be able to give Lynney her good night kiss. She loved good night kisses, even when they were at home and sleeping in the same bed, and this was a special goodnight kiss, because in a few days, she'd be his bride, walking down the aisle in her beautiful, pure white dress, just like her pure little spirit deserved. He was glad he'd been able to lovingly talk sense into her head on the phone and she'd gotten the white dress she deserved.

He called her his bride often playfully, but the thought that it would be real, and he'd see her in that white gown, sent a rush of joy through him that was hard to describe.

His heart felt warm, and even his dick, even though it wasn't a sexual thought per say, he felt his cock starting to engorge a little bit. Sweet Lynney loved her goodnight kisses from him, and he remembered the first time he kissed her goodnight. She shivered with pleasure in his lap, right after he rescued her from the mouse, and told her about herself. He vowed right then, he'd never miss an opportunity to give the lovely woman goodnight kisses, and whatever other affection she enjoyed receiving before she turned in for the evening. 

He made his way to the kitchen. He grabbed a nice beer to relax, his mother had remembered how much he and Lynne liked Pabsts.

He sat down, watching his father lighting the grille through the sliding glass window, and hearing the sounds of his perky little bride giggling with her girlfriends.

He wanted terribly to know what was going on in there with all those hens giggling. He wondered what kinds of panties they were giving his sexy adorable woman for her to tantalize her husband. What kind of bridal games they had his nasty adorable little Lynney up to. No one knew what a little freak she was but him! 

Oh fuck, he still couldn't think about her without feeling warm, mushy, and fiercely sexual. She was the woman he should be marrying for sure!

He decided to spy on Lynne's little bridal shower. Women were different than men, so he was sure they were being cute, and polite and orderly in their festivities, despite the fact that they were giving her slutty little panties to wear for him in just a few days, and probably playing provocative little games. Still the giggling was quiet and cute, feminine and tame to him. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 47



But he was sure his boys were planning a loud and bawdy affair for his own sending off, replete with drinking, gambling, stunts and cussing.

Hearing Lynne's timid little giggle inflamed him, and made him curious. What did they have his cute woman up to, what were they giving her to cover her tasty little body on their wedding night? Whatever they gave her, he hoped it was barely there, frilly and silky. She never had really worn any lingerie before their wedding. For one thing she was shy, and another, they started living together almost immediately so he started seeing her in her adorable panties and sweats straight away. 

He had no problem getting it up for her constantly in her cute boy cut cotton standby panties and her sweat shirt tops, and baggy t-shirts with panties peaking underneath to tempt him, so he would probably nut before he even got his cock near her pussy when he saw her walking across the room towards him in skimpy lingerie. And he'd waited so hard, and so long to fuck her; part of him wondered if he'd have the patience to undo some of those frilly little gowns. 

He'd probably just start tearing her damn clothes off and sniffing at her like a dog as soon as they were alone together. Now he knew she liked being sniffed after like a damn animal in heat, just like he loved to sniff her body, from the laundry room sex! He was glad she understood his need to just sniff at her like a rabid animal as he fucked her a few times. Knowing that she understood his primal need to scratch and sniff made him feel even closer to her. 

And he needed a few times of animal sex to restore balance and sanity to his mind after craving her more than anything for six months. He probably would just tear apart and destroy the silky little nighties if she wore them the first few nights. He better warn her, to save those frilly little pieces for after he'd fucked her a few times. He could already see it in his minds eye frilly little lace, buttons and silk all over the floor, and Lynne's timid but horny little expression as she witnessed the shredded nightgown he'd torn off of her on the floor. 

Still the male part of his curiosity couldn't contain himself. Whenever he saw cute panties and sleepwear now, he immediately envisioned the way Lynney would look in whatever it was he saw while they were browsing around in the mall. After he was her husband, he'd buy her some of the cute little nighty sets that made him salivate when she was in the store looking for her cotton and satin little boycut panties. 

He was so fucking lovesick for that woman and her tasty little figure. He decided to make a firm effort to spy what she was receiving at her little bridal shower. 

And, just to make the spying better, he grabbed his telescope from the basement. He hadn't used that telescope since he was younger to stare at the stars. Soon though, he found out how much more effective it was when used to spy on people, which is exactly what he was up to right now. The whole adventure since he'd met Lynne brought out the fun in him, and his boyish side, in ways that he'd long lost touch with, before he met her, even though he was only twenty-four. 

He lay flat on his stomach, between the hedges between the house and the cottage and pointed the telescope in the direction of the sliding glass door, and the living room where his little woman, her girls, and his mother were laughing, singing and eating. 

All the women were there, but he zeroed in on his cute, butter colored Lynne right away. He felt a bit guilty that he enjoyed his spying so much, but it was quickly cured when he saw how adorable she was, holding up this silk, sheer little white lacy gown with matching panties. She chuckled and grinned.

He couldn't hear what she was saying, but whatever it was, made everyone laugh. He zoomed in to see the cute lacy gown with matching panties. His dick tingled. 

That was cute, but he hungered for something even more naughty. Next up, a black and pink little number. This one was much skimpier and it had cute little matching garters and even gloves if she wanted to wear them.

He saw Lynne gesturing wildly about the gloves. She surprised him by slipping them on.

He couldn't hear what she was doing but he assumed she was singing because all of the girls began to clap, and Janelle playfully smacked her ass. He saw more laughter.

Next, a pair of cute, provocative barely there panties in his favorite color, a deep, sky blue, the same color as his eyes, a cute little bra to match, and a sheer little piece of a nighty that didn't even need to be there at all. And they gave her the matching slippers. Fucking sexy and adorable! 

He was so hot for his little woman, he already pictured himself sucking her little toes and tickling her feet with the feathers while she giggled, wasting no time sucking her pussy and then turning her over onto her back and making her wrap her legs around his shoulders, so she could take her husband's cock deep and hard like a good wifey should! 

His cock got so stiff he groaned feeling it press up against the grass through his black cotton sweatpants. The only reason he didn't drag his pelvis back and forth against the grass for relief was because, even though he was shaded by the bushes, someone could still see him laying in the field between the cottage and the house. He'd die of embarrassment if someone caught him humping the grass, spying on Lynne and envisioning her in those little nighties. 

He was glad he hadn't started playing with his cock a little bit by rutting in the grass! Being away from her in the evenings now made it so hard, and he couldn't wait until two evenings from now, to be reunited with his sweetie. He never thought he'd miss her that much, it was killing him, emotionally and sexually!

Still, even though the hot blooded little creature had already given in and played with herself twice, and confessed to him via guilty text messages, and he'd pleasured her orally at their little picnic in the woods to calm her down, he refused to give into his own temptations. The roughish part of him wanted to beat himself to the image she'd sent him with her hand in her panties, stimulating her lips and clit, but he didn't want to waste his seed! 

No, despite the urge to be naughty he stood firm. The next time he ejaculated would be deep, deep inside her innards, consumed in the warmth and pleasure of her perfect flesh. But he was glad he hadn't even humped the grass a little bit, because two feet in dirty converse obstructed his vision.

"What the hell are you doing, you weirdo?" asked Matthew.

Ordinarily Leif would have a quick, and witty reply to get Matthew off his case. But this time, Leif was truly being a total perverted weirdo, spying on the fun of his wifey to be's bridal shower, and enjoying the hell out of seeing her panties and undergarments sneakily before he was supposed to, and imagining what he was going to be doing to her in those damn outfits.

"Up yours! Scram Bro! It's not time to leave for another few hours, that's what you said earlier. Can't wait to chill with you all one last time as a single Bro," said Leif.

"I'm not scramming, what's going on with you and the telescope," said Matthew.

Without another word, Matthew looked in the direction of the house, trying his best to peer through the blinds.

"They're having a party in there right? Lynne's bridal shower," said Matthew taking a swig of beer.

"Hell yeah. And they are giving her all kinds of hot, barely there silky little things I'm just gonna tear off of her and throw in the floor," said Leif grinning.

"Yeah, they should make that shit snap on. Nothing more frustrating than trying to peel a babe with a hot bod out of that shit, I know you know that already," said Matthew.

"Nah, I don't know. She's so cute and shy. She never really wears that kind of shit, but she will now. She's excited to be getting some frilly stuff to wear for bed. So it's a treat to her. And what a treat it will be to me too. But man, I don't care, whatever she wears, to bed, even her old sweatpants, she's beautiful," said Leif dreamily.

"God you've got it so bad," said Matthew laying beside Leif in the grass.

"Hey, who said I wanted you seeing what my woman is getting from her friends at this party, I don't want you looking at my woman thinking thoughts," said Leif with playful jealously.

"I'm just killing time bro, and besides, we wanna see if their party ends up being as fun as what the guys and I have planned for you. I look at Lynne like a sister. A very pretty exotic sister, but like a little sister nonetheless. I'm harmless," joked Matthew.

"See a very pretty little sister is exactly why I'm gonna be trying to find your own ass a woman to settle down with. I might let you share the telescope but only after I see what's going on first," said Leif playfully.

"Oh this one's from my own mom," said Leif watching as Lynne pulled a tiny black little scrap of something only a little thicker than dental floss.

"Holy shit, the sexiest fucking thing came from my own mom. It's barely there in the front, it's like a tuxedo looking thong or something," said Leif.

He worked hard to zoom the telescope in harder so he could see the details while Matthew howled in laughter.

"You are a horny, fucking, pervert. You do know in like two days you'll be able to see all that shit in the flesh instead of spying on it through at telescope, you'd think you could wait," said Matthew.

"That's because you aren't bored, anxious, can't wait to get married, don't have a sexy woman like Lynne who's so shy, you've only ever seen her around the house in a cute bra and panty set. If you wanted a woman the way I want her, you'd understand why it's fun to spy on her cute little nighties," murmured Leif.

The ensemble finished itself in tiny tassels of some type just barely covering her nipples, and it was designed to be all sheer and see through around her yummy areolas. And unlike the other nighties, this one did not have any sheer over wrap, robe, or anything to cover it up. Just dental floss panties, sheer bra with tiny tassels and acres and acres of Lynne's sweet sexy skin waiting to be sucked and kissed, and fucked! 

"Man, those are totally slutty and hot little panties and bra my mom gave Lynney. I'm not going to let you see this in the telescope. Man I can't wait to see her in this shit, it's burning up my retinas through the telescope!" said Leif.

"You are no fun. Just remember you'll be my best man one day," said Matthew.

"I never thought I'd hear you say those words about needing a Best Man. There's hope for you yet. My mom is cool. Never thought she'd give Lynney the most provocative sleepwear. Now, granted I'm going to have to put it out of my mind when she puts it on, that my own mother gave her such a nasty little outfit, but it's nice that she cares about Lynne like that, and she's not all uptight, and Lynne can trust her, unlike her own mother. Lynne's parents were so damn hard on her. She couldn't talk about any normal shit like we could growing up. I'm glad she's close to my mom like that, so she see's what normal families are like. But still, that shit is wild, I never thought my mom would give Lynney something so hot, cute and filthy!" said Leif.

"I'm not surprised that she gave Lynney something a little nasty. Your mom's a smart woman. Linda wants some damn grand babies, that's why she's giving her daughter a slutty little nighty. She wants you to put in good work on the honeymoon and get started on the little Lynne's and Leifs," said Matthew with a chuckle, poking Leif in the ribs.

And the light bulb went off in Leif's head as he laughed and laughed. So mom wasn't as cool as he thought, but like Granny LaReaux had designs on the sweet grandbabies to come. But, when it was right, it was right, and he'd loved Lynne from the second he lay eyes on her. After they enjoyed each other and got financially secure he'd be glad to use that nasty little nighty as his inspiration to fill her belly with his seeds. The thought of being a daddy to her babies simply made him utter a masculine chuckle with sheer wonder and joy at the future. 

Next up, came another gift that Leif was spying through the telescope, but when Lynne held it up, it looked rather odd to him. A bigger, floppier pair of panties.

They had a little bow across the front, and there was a thong around the back when she turned it over. Next, she pulled up something else, tuxedo cuffs, and a tuxedo collar, and that's when Leif realized it was something he was supposed to wear!

"Shit, there's not supposed to be shit for me to wear!" said Leif and at that moment, Matthew snatched the telescope.

"Chip and Dale Peterson. Oh hell yeah Lynne should make you wear that shit, she has plenty of gowns you expect her to wear. I hope she posts a pic and puts it up on Facebook, beef cake," teased Matthew.

Leif snatched the telescope away, calling his friend a loser playfully.

Next, Leif saw Lynne get up from the chair and run across the room and kiss her granny on the cheek.

"Granny is a freak! That chip and dale costume came from her!" said Leif.

He and Matthew guffawed with laughter on the grass.

"Man, if only I were a little bit younger, I'd make a pass at Granny LaReaux. She still looks good for her age. And that Chip and Dale costume proves that...granny might still be up to some shit," teased Matthew.

"I'll ask Lynne if she's available, for a May, December romance," said Leif playfully. 

"That's Granny LaReaux insurance for grandbabies, just like your Mother Bro," laughed Matthew. 

The nightgowns had been given, his mother left the room, and the games began. He watched a few of the games. Some were cute, and consisted of partners trying to wrap each other with toilet paper. Leif assumed they were trying to make some type of toga at first, then he figured it must be wedding gowns.

They all acted like polite little ladies, and Lynne ever the competitive game player was a good sport when it looked like she lost, just based on the cheering and clapping he saw her give towards Janelle.

But soon, after the polite games concluded, the slutty games began.

Although he'd been sharing the telescope with Matthew, he turned it away now.

"Hey, I was looking at that," said Mathew.

"No, you're not gonna see my little woman like this. I don't want another man to see her this way. You're crowding my space bro. I'll be ready in about an hour," said Leif.

They had Lynne playfully doing things to a cucumber.

Once he heard Matt's footsteps leaving on the grass, he could finally concentrate on what he'd wanted to see, Lynne acting nasty and playful with these naughty bachelorette party games when she didn't know he was watching. 

He saw Lynne caressing a cucumber playfully and his cock ached. He could tell she was pretending to give the cucumber a hand job, and she was being a good, naughty, fun little sport about it, quirky and sexual, just as Lynne was in the boudoir with him.

Her friends clapped, chanted, and cheered. Next, Leif got a raging boner watching Lynne playfully deep throat the cucumber. She got it in her mouth pretty deep from what he could see, and he saw Janelle waving her arms frantically.

Probably teasing her for being slutty with Leif, and that was why she could suck the cucumber so good.

It was hot, and sexy as hell to see her wild and playful and uninhibited with her friends, like the sensual little goddess she was on stage. Playing and performing for a crowd was something that she was comfortable with, and secure doing, but while she was acting for her girlfriends, he knew she was a teasing little temptress that loved to play, and the stage Lynne and the Lynne that he saw in the privacy of their loving home were coalescing now like never before.

He saw Lynne prop one foot up on the couch and playfully thrust the cucumber towards her pussy through her jeans. It must have been part of the game. Finally, the humor of the situation must have gotten to Lynne because she collapsed on the couch giggling while Janelle started some similar antics with a carrot.

He had no interest in seeing any of the other women being sexual with the vegetables in a playful manner. His heart was so devoted to Lynne, she was the only one he wanted to see being sexual even in jest.

He looked away from the telescope for a long while, five minutes, and spent some time looking at a plane that was flying through the sky, like he would have, when laying on his stomach as a small Leif when he was five or ten years old.

When he brought the telescope back into view, he felt a warm rush again seeing his little Lynney.

It must have been a slutty dance challenge, and someone playfully brought out a fake stripper pole.

He was surprised to see Lynne squat and gyrate her hips like a professional dancer, before squatting, bringing her ass all the way down to the floor and popping back upright.

She did it several more times.

Little minx! He wanted to run across the field, burst open the sliding glass door and demand that she stop wasting those sexy little dances on girlfriends who couldn't really appreciate them, and do that shit for her man, wearing one of her new little nighties.

He was surprised that shy little Lynne knew how to do what was colloquially known as a booty pop so well, but he knew that although shy and sheltered, Lynne had an active imagination, and loved music videos in secret when she was growing up, and no doubt she'd copied this booty popping move she learned so well from seeing women do it in rap videos. 

She even looked innocent twerking her little hips all around, like she'd learned to copy the moves, but they had a sweetness to them, they weren't quite as salty as what he saw the women do in music videos. He was so damn smitten with his Lynne. 

His eyes weren't on any of the friends doing their slutty dances, only little Lynney as she jostled her hips like she was rutting and doing a fertility dance, all while being cheered on by her girlfriends.

So much for a mannerly and orderly bachelorette party! He enjoyed seeing Lynne lose herself in her fun and act a little wild, naughty, and animalistic. 

He couldn't wait to unleash this part of his young wife, further, and enjoy the fruits of her enthusiastic thrusting over his cock. 

Leif was getting aroused seeing how well she knew how to slide and bounce those little thighs around and those gyrating hips looked like they needed a good fucking to cool them off until she felt antsy and wanted to dance slutty for him again.

And yet, she was so shy, he wondered how long it would take before he saw her playful little booty pops. Would he ever see them at all? It seemed like such a waste to show all these steps to her giggling girlfriends. Leif was inflamed for his Lynney! He had to stop watching the slutty little bachelorette party games his baby was playing or he felt like he'd need to take his cock out and masturbate on the grass.

His cock throbbed into the grass and he was seconds away from pulling out his dick and thrusting against the cool grass for relief. Spying on her acting so sexy and playful in the spirit of fun and games with her girls, when she was completely unaware was so erotic, and it had been so long, almost a week since he'd delighted in her tight pussy or her moist pouty lips around his cock. He was so horny it was affecting his mind and ability to reason. When his cock dribbled so much precum it started to ruin the front of his sweatpants, he knew he had to look away. He already was worried about making it across the grass with the huge wet spot on the front of his sweatpants, and whether he'd run into Matthew, or his father, or someone else would see him ruining his sweat shorts like a fucking teenager, peeking at his little wifey's lingerie party like a Peeping Tom. He sat up out of the grass, and folded up the telescope, going back to the cottage. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 47



Besides, it was time to get ready for his own bachelor party. He sure knew he couldn't wait until he could get her to try out all the shit that she'd playfully mastered with fruits, vegetables, and the fake stripper pole at the bridal party in his bed when he was finally her husband in a few short days!

He went in the house to get ready for his last night as a single man, and took a literal cold shower before having the delicious grilled fish his father fixed that they'd caught and headed out with his boys for a night on the town!



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 48



***

The night on the town was in nearby Mexico on the border to California. They were going to Tijuana. Even though it was his last adventure as a single man, he missed Lynne. He texted her a few times and sent her pictures of the road signs on the way. He knew she'd never been to Tijuana. He couldn't wait to take his baby back with him. That was how he knew he was mad for his Lynne! He couldn't even travel without thinking about her, and when he would take her back to see the sights he was seeing.

When he was growing up, he and his friends would always jaunt over to Tijuana for a wild time. Back then wild times included flirting and trying to pick up women. But now, Leif was looking forward to drinking, maybe doing a little dancing, and a few crazy pranks. Leif knew they had something up their sleeve. He just wasn't sure what it was.

The first Bar they went in that evening, right as the sun was setting was in an out of the way place. They didn't see too many tourists yet, even though it was on the tourist strip. They started off with one Mexican beer apiece. They were playing Cantos on an older sound system.

Next they decided on something a little stronger and more daring than beer. Out came another waitress with tequilas on hand which she displayed for the group. This woman was clearly pretty with long dark hair, and exotic eyes, but Leif only had eyes for Lynne. Besides, she was no Lynne, his beautiful adorable cutie, who had him hot, aching and captivated even from all the way across the US border. So, when the waitress made small talk with Leif and flirted with him as his friends kept introducing him as a groom having his bachelor party, Leif didn't make much eye contact with her at all.

He didn't want to flirt anymore. It wasn't his scene. He'd made a quick study of the way his sexy little Lynne would divert attention away from the men trying to flirt with her after her sets, and he employed the same tactics, putting space between himself and the waitress, and not making a lot of eye contact. He was friendly but he didn't smile a lot.

The waitress kept teasing him, calling him shy, and filling his tequila glass. She playfully mentioned that they had someone who could loosen him up. They brought back several singing waitresses, and when they got closer to Leif, he noticed that they were not wearing any tops.

"What the hell are they wearing?" said Leif.

"It's not what they're wearing, it's what they aren't wearing, hell yeah," said Tanner, one of Leif's groomsmen, a buddy who had been in one of his early bands in High School.

"No way Bro. I said no naked chicks, and I meant that shit!" said Leif.

He was a little upset, and he got up from the table and accidentally knocked over his chair.

He stormed out of the little bar.

Matthew was right behind him.

"Hey Brother, I didn't know. I promise. I took you seriously when you said not even a topless bar. I don't know what the others, Andy and Tanner might have said when we walked in the club," said Matthew.

He leaned against the wall outside, smoking a cigarette, while Leif paced back and forth in front of the Bar.

"Yeah man, I believe you...but what are you gonna do with those screwballs in there. You're supposed to be my best man. I don't think we need to have naked chicks to have a good time. Those shits in there...damn they have me almost lying to Lynne. I said no naked chicks, and if she's off somewhere having beers and there are naked guys prancing around, I'd be furious!" said Leif.

"Hell yeah, I know you would. Look. I'll go in there and get those douche bags. I'll give it to them straight. Tell them no naked chicks or they can hit the road. I've got some fun shit I planned for you," said Matthew taking out his iPhone.

Matthew looked very serious, and miffed. Leif could tell that Matthew cared about the new, better man he had become for Lynne, and that sincerity moved him, but it was still weird to act too emotional around his boy.

"Thanks Bro," said Leif behind his hand.

Now he was off bothering Lynne with a text message again, telling him they were singing Mexican cantos, but not nearly as good as she had that first evening with his parents when they took her to the Mexican restaurant during the first visit. He didn't tell her about the topless women. He'd tell her later, and that he left immediately. He didn't want to upset Lynne, but he never wanted to keep things from her. Later on, after they returned to New York from wedding fun and the honeymoon and it was the right time, he'd tell her. It was only a split second and he felt horribly guilty. He was sure she may have had a similar experience along the line. He'd never lie to Lynney.

She'd probably call them all stupid knuckle heads once she realized Leif did not want to be involved. Matthew came out of the bar with Andrew and Tanner in tow. They didn't apologize, just nodded, and said, that they got it, it was his bachelor party, and if he really didn't want naked girls, he didn't want naked girls.

What Leif did want, he assured them, was to get totally wasted! Now for this, they had him covered! 

They found another, older, more run down bar. This bar was a much more authentic bar, with greasy placemats, disgusting looking table favors, peanuts that looked like they'd sat on the bar for years, Leif swore he saw a little dust, but the bottle of tequila they pulled from behind the bar looked like a real man's tequila.

Looked like it would burn off all their chest hairs.

Now this was what he'd wanted! A drink that would christen him like a real man as he said goodbye to bachelorhood. This looked like the kind of drink that his little Lynney would sip and probably be ready to pass out, and she loved to drink. Damn! There was that thought again. He knew he should be marrying her, because he missed her so much when she was not around.

They poured him a wickedly huge shot of Tequila, and Leif gulped it down whole, and boy did it burn, but he tried not to act like it burned as his boys chided him.

"Here you try this shit," said Leif pouring Matthew a huge glass.

Matthew could hardly sip the shit without gagging, and Leif bragged, beat his chest and stuck out his shoulders, declaring how tequila separates true men from boys.

They had a few more drinks, and then the bartender offered the worm, for whichever one was brave enough to eat the worm. Leif of course volunteered to eat the worm, chewed it down whole while his boys chanted and filmed his escapade, probably to put up on Facebook.

"She'll never kiss you after she see's that shit," said Andy, referring to Lynne.

Matthew thanked the bartender and gave him a nice tip, and they went driving off to an out of the way beach. Leif was getting a little bit wasted so it took him a while to realize that they were going to a beach. His boys assured him it was not a tourist trap beach, and he should be glad, and they plied him with some brownies.

After a few chews, Leif could tell they were pot brownies, and he felt increasingly fuzzed up and out of control but not in a bad way.

"Say man, where are we going?" asked Leif.

But his boys kept telling him, not to worry, not to worry.

They finally pulled up in front of the beach, and Leif kept thinking it was gorgeous, and secluded and it was wasted on these idiots, and not on his cute little Lynne.

He'd love to see her frolicking about in a little bikini flitting in and out of the water and giggling as the surf licked her cute toes. What the fuck was wrong with him? He couldn't stop thinking of her, and wondered if Lynney was struggling with her girlfriends in the same way.

They spread out a blanket close to the surf, and the drinking games begin, along with more devouring of the pot brownies.

As it got toward the evening, the traffic to the beach started picking up, filled with Mexican locals, apparently enjoying the beautiful secluded beach after their long days at work.

"So...you didn't want naked girls. So you're gonna have naked dudes," said Matthew with a snicker.

Leif turned bright red.

He started to shout something angrily, but Matthew threw a crazy looking mankini in his lap.

"That's your dare!" said Matthew with a roguish chuckle.

"OH hell no I'm not wearing that shit on the beach bro!" said Leif.

It was truly a mankini. It was v shaped and only covered his nipples, the smattering of his crotch, and literally just the crack of his ass.

"You're gonna give Lynne something to remember her bachelorette party by. Well, actually we all are! That's the dare. All of us are. Since they'll be no chip and dales for Lynne's girls, and we know you aren't having the naked girls. Maybe we'll get lucky enough and the girls will dare her whole bachelorette party to wear some crazy shit for you," said Matthew.

Leif chuckled.

But he was a good sport. 

He was willing to wear the mankini, but only if his boys would make fools of themselves as well. Matthew must have already guessed this, because he passed out mankinis for the rest of his friends. He'd gotten mankinis for all of them, including himself. 

"Hey! I'm not wearing that shit by myself. All for one, and one for all. You're either all gonna get down to your skivvies and wear these crazy ass mankini jumpsuits, or I'm not doing that shit. I'll break all your faces if you leave me the only one wearing this crazy ass shit," said Leif, laughing to himself about how much crazy ass shit sounded like his Lynne.

"We're not gonna leave you to yourself wearing the shit, Bro, we promise you," said Andy.

"What about the locals. I don't want to be disrespectful..." said Leif.

"Leif, you think they haven't seen white guys make fools of themselves before," said Matthew with a chuckle.

"Man, I feel silly putting on this shit," said Leif in the swimsuit changing area.

"Not as silly as you're gonna feel wearing those tuxedo bikini brief's granny LaReaux gave you. I bet Lynne can't wait to see your ass looking like a fucking stripper. Disgusting," spat Matthew.

"Oh Please, I'll look better in that shit than your skinny ass, and crooked knees," teased Leif.

They'd given Leif the lime green mankini. He had a chuckling fit when he caught a glance at himself in the mirror. There were reasons that mankinis were so hilarious and were a pop culture spoof.

First of all he was blonde, hairy and tan, so the lime green clashed with him in every way. Next, the hair stuck out between the v-neck, which would have been a demure demonstration of Lynne's cleavage but just showcased how his pecks were struggling to fit in the mankini.

The waist, which would have been a sleek silhouette on Lynne's feminine body was barrel shaped with his thick shoulders which tapered down to his masculine, square hips. And the back, the back was just sad.

"I look better than your ass though," said Leif looking at their silhouettes in the mirror as red headed Andy, and blonde headed tanner Flanked him on both sides.

"Christ he does look better than you Andy. Shit you are so pale!" said Matthew.

They were so busy chuckling at themselves they almost forgot to take the picture of them in their mankinis striking a pose. 

"So what should we do for the dare," said Leif.

"Run up and down the beach like we have on regular swim trunks and then do a pose for Lynne in the water. Tell her why have chip and dales when she can have mankini madness," said Matthew.

They ran up and down the beach while the locals, probably aware they were up to some prank chatted and pointed speaking animated Spanish.

Then out came the cellphones.

They were so drunk, they all linked their arms together, kicking up their legs like the rockettes and chattering on loudly about being drunk chip and dales for Lynne and her bachelorette party.

Leif didn't know what possessed him to do this, it must have been the combination of the tequila and the pot, but in the final part of the video, he shook his ass to the camera, and promised Lynne more of that on Sunday.

They were howling with laughter when they shut off the camera.

"Shit, a part of my dignity just died," said Leif, hitting the send button and sending the video to Lynne.

"Hey man, it was only fun and games and we are all on there looking like asses," offered Matthew.

"No, this is exactly the kind of prank that I wanted to do for my bachelor party. It's hilarious. Lynne will never expect it. We look disgusting. The girls will laugh. Someone will probably post it to facebook and we'll be legends. Almost as good as dressing the school statue in victoria's secret underwear," said Leif.

"That was you? I never knew it, all those damn years," offered Andy.

"Ugh, need to change out of this shit," said Leif, rubbing his stomach.

He ran to the changing stall just in time. Up went all the tequila, the brownies. His head was throbbing, and he knew then he'd been really hammered when he agreed to the mankini stunt.

He loved to drink, but his tolerance for drinking was not what it used to be. He wondered how he'd handle what additional liquor was sure to come. He was glad though that he'd gotten that out of his system before his boys returned, they would have chided him for not being able to hold his liquor.

He changed out of his mankini back into his regular jeans and t-shirts, and awaited his Lynne's reaction. He bet they had now settled down from the wild party they had going on earlier, where they were doing sexual things to vegetables and handing out Lynne's honeymoon nighties. They were probably drinking wine and listening to music, calm and subdued, like little ladies. Didn't seem that Lynne needed to feel that she was up to as many wild antics as they got up to, to have fun with her friends. 

They had more drinking games when he returned, and Leif felt queasy and sipped as little as possible while they drove down the coastline, and Leif was thankful that Tanner, the most responsible in the group was the designated driver.

***

The party that they were throwing for Lynne was going on so late, it was almost a sleepover, but they were all having too much fun to quit. After drinking wine and watching a few classic, romantic comedies, Janelle started up a round of truth or dare.

This was truth or dare with a twist. The ladies had to tell sexual truths. If your truth was not as interesting as someone else's truth, you were still commissioned to do a dare.

So, there was quite a lot of pranking and giggling going on. Crank calls, in the era of caller ID, and even though they hadn't played these type of games since middle school, the silliness of it all made Lynne laugh until her belly ached.

Finally Janelle had a truth or dare question that Lynne felt it would be safe to cry the truth on-

The freakiest place that you'd ever had sex.

Lynne thought she had the category beaten with the Fair sex in a public restroom, gleefully giggling about how they snuck in the bathroom. 

Janelle cocked one eyebrow and quoted the library.

"Liar!" challenged Lynne.

"Hell no I am not lying. Back in college. Didn't you ever go back to those musty ass stacks? Where all the old as hell shit is that you can't look up on the computer, microfiche and shit? Back there. Me, and this brotha named Tim. And, get this, when I was close to finishing, I caught a student aide watching me through the stacks. But that made it better, it was kinky as hell!" said Janelle.

Everyone guffawed with laughter.

Lynne's face felt a little warm. Janelle's truth was more interesting that Lynne's truth. But Lynne was blushing in a way because she was envious. Even though getting caught was embarrassing, Leif had brought out Lynne's naughty side, and she now wondered what it would be like to have Leif fucking her brains out while someone peeped at her with nosey eyes through the veil of a bookshelf.

Damn! What a freak she'd become, Janelle was right.

"Yours is good baby sister, but not as good as mine. I'm surprised you're doing such freaky shit, you used to be such a good goody, but I'm happy for you. That's what I want in my marriage. I still want someone I want to fuck any and everywhere! That shouldn't change because we tie the knot. We'll put it up for a vote, but I'd say mine is better unless someone could hear you in the stall next door," said Janelle.

"It was a one bathroom stall," said Lynne.

"Man, that's almost like having your own room, near total privacy," quipped one of her friends.

Lynne chuckled, then waited for her dare. She was surprised when they gave her the dare to run topless through the back yard. She guffawed with laughter.

"Quit teasing her. She's come a long ass way. She's a little freak. I can't wait to hear what he gets you up to on the honeymoon. So, off you go. You can wait until you get outside to take off your top," said Janelle. 

"For real? Ya'll are serious?" she quipped.

"Hell yeah. You never would streak when we dared you to streak through the dorm commons late at night because of your dead ass family. I think you should make up for some of the fun you never could have, and the silly stunts you never did in high school and college on the eve of becoming a married woman," said Janelle.

"You shit!" cried Lynne.

Her girlfriends chuckled.

"I should make one of your asses go with me. Oh. Alright. But let me get another glass of wine first," said Lynne.

She grabbed glass of wine, and gulped it down so fast that everyone chuckled.

Lynne had chuckled at Janelle's earlier reasoning, but she also thought it was sweet for Janelle to give her an opportunity to enjoy the wild and crazy stunts that she should have gotten up to in college. She did do some crazy things when she could, but certain things she'd definitely not been able to do for fear of getting caught by her parents.

But that was all over now. It was a brand new awakening for her, marrying the love of her life and celebrating with friends and his wonderful family who loved her no matter what she believed. What better way to celebrate this new beautiful chapter in her life than pulling one last stunt. 

Still Lynne felt a little bit shy and embarrassed. She wanted to make sure she didn't humiliate herself totally and do anything to make Leif's family uncomfortable. 

"Let me use the rest room before I run across the yard topless. Last thing I need is to have to go to the bathroom after all that wine," said Lynne.

"Hell that can be part of the dare too, pee in the bushes," joked one of her friends.

Lynne giggled, and went upstairs to see her mother to be. She didn't mind the dare, but she wanted to take proper precautions so that her father in law wouldn't be embarrassed by the stupid dare.

She knocked on the door, which was already opened.

Linda waved her inside.

"Sit down sweetie," said his mother patting the edge of the bed.

His mother was so warm.

She was going over the seating chart that she and Leif selected.

"Everything okay? You having fun with your girlfriends? Are they driving you crazy?" teased Linda.

"Are they? That's...that's why I came up here. They are so silly. They dared me to...to run through your yard topless. I know no one lives here for miles around. But...I know this sounds crazy but I want to be respectful of your house even though we want to have a good time. So, if you say no then I won't. Also...I wanted you to know so I don't embarrass Garrett, or myself," said Lynne.

"Oh your Dad is out having Cigars, his brothers took him out to celebrate your wedding, so you don't have to worry about embarrassing him. Everyone is celebrating, before the damn wedding even gets started. We are so happy for you two. I'm glad you and your girlfriends are cutting loose before the wedding. Hell, I always wanted to streak through the Quad when I was in college. But I had Lyle and had to drop out. It seemed like something wild and crazy to try though and girls were always daring each other to do that type of stuff. I'm easy going. I'm just happy you all are doing it in our yard where you young ladies will be safe," said his mother.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 48



It was a relief for Lynne that she was so liberal and open minded. It made her feel more at ease with both wanting to do the dare, and finding it embarrassing.

"I'm embarrassed as hell to do this," said Lynne.

"Well, I consider myself your mother now, and it's my job to look after you, and hopefully you and Leif will look after me when it's time for me to go in the old folks home. Tell you what, I'll trip the security light. I'll watch you from the window. Just hang near the edge of the patio when you take off your shirt. Your back will be to me on the patio, so I won't see anything. As soon as I see you throw your shirt on the grass, I'll run down to the basement and turn off the light. Just wait around a little bit for me to get down to the basement. Then run through the yard in the dark. You'll get hit by the bugs, but no one will really be able to see anything," said his mother.

Lynne and Linda shared a conspiratorial giggle. 

She felt so close to Linda. Her mother allowed her to engage in the fun dare, but also looked out for her so that she didn't feel totally embarrassed. It was the kind of concern that she'd want a cooler older sister, or her mother to share. All of that had been denied of her before. She was gaining so much with Leif. Not just Leif, but his beautiful family as a side benefit.

"Go on. Hurry before those girls think something's up," said his mother.

Lynne left the bedroom, and went back down the stairs and down the hall to the living room.

"Quit your stalling, chicken," teased Janelle.

"Fuck you!" said Lynne.

Janelle bucked her eyes, then started giggling.

"Damn you are becoming such a bad ass! But still not as bad as me," quipped Janelle throwing a pillow at Lynne.

Lynne walked on the patio. 

She took her top off and shook out her hair.

It was a cool summer night, and she immediately felt her nipples harden.

She was glad her back was to her friends, but she waited.

She hoped her mother was watching out for her, and tripped that light quickly enough that it didn't look obvious, otherwise Janelle would suspect that someone had turned off the light so she wouldn't feel shy.

Lynne thought quickly of Leif as her nipples turned rock hard and just at that moment, the light switched off and it was so dark, she could hardly see anything. She had to rely on the light of the moon, and she was thankful that she was wearing her glasses so she could pick up the glimmer of the light.

Knowing that they couldn't see her, she cupped her breasts and ran around in wild circles, screaming loudly. No one was around for miles, but she knew her girlfriends could hear her, because the sliding glass door was open.

What would Leif say if he could see her right now. He bet he would laugh at her silly fun with her girlfriends. Maybe he'd grab her in his arms and wrestle her down into the grass. 

Shit! That seemed like fun they should be having on her honeymoon. It was wasted on her silly bachelorette party.

Still she was having the time of her life, and a total blast running wildly through the yard without a top. It made her feel free, and alive, and she knew that she had to someone how capture and savor this feeling with her Leify!

To be naked with him, wild and outdoors with the breeze on her skin. Maybe on their honeymoon, or maybe later. 

It was completely dark now, and she squeezed her nipples and flicked her boobs at them.

She knew they couldn't see. She glanced at the moon, and followed the light path back to the patio. She felt her way around and found her t-shirt.

She didn't know how her mother could see her, but once she slung her t-shirt around her neck, the light came back on, giving her enough time to quickly slide the shirt back on before they saw her nipples.

But they did see her bare back and they clapped and hooted and hollered.

When she opened the door fully again, and walked inside, Lynne could tell they thought the light tripping was an accident.

"Too bad we didn't see you making a fool of yourself," teased one of her girlfriends.

"I know right, she should have run closer to the security light, she didn't trip it," offered Janelle.

"Well, I did my topless stint, fair and square," said Lynne, feeling giggling and downing her third glass of champagne.

"So how'd it feel girly," asked Janelle?

"Freeing. Like the perfect kind of dare to go on right before I become a wife. The kind of stupid ass fun I should have been having years ago, but couldn't have in my strict household. I love you guys," offered Lynne sweetly.

They all told her they loved her too, and clinked their glasses of Chardonnay.

Lynne sipped whole heartedly.

As she was sipping, her phone started to vibrate and Lynne picked it up off the table.

"Hey! I thought you agreed to be in the present moment with us. None of your mushy ass pining text messages with Leif, you have a whole lifetime to be with him, make mooney eyes, fuck him and everything else. You two are so tied to each other you can't even do your bachelor and bachelorette parties without sniffing each other's ass," said Janelle.

"Whatever. All that ass sniffing is why there is even a wedding in the first place," offered Lynne.

"Lynne...you are becoming a mess! That wine is talking to you, Leif's dick is talking to you...you are a hardboiled mess!" said Janelle guffawing with laughter.

Lynne rolled her eyes, and looked at her phone screen, indicating that she had a new message from Leif.

She unlocked the phone. She was expecting a sweet message to make her smile, something mushy to make her blush, or something to make her want to fan her face. But she was surprised to see what greeted her when she unlocked the screen.

A picture of her man, flanked by the male portion of the bridal party, all wearing these disgusting looking dental floss mankinis. All of them in a rainbow of assorted colors, Leif in the middle wearing bright green. The mankinis were barely there, just covering Leif's nipples by a hair, his entire hairy chest out, his huge package almost bulging out of the front, his hips sticking out of the side.

He had a nice body but the mankini was meant as a practical joke, and the contrast of the lime green against his tan body and blonde body hair was hilarious. 

He had a few poses for her. He licked his lips, on one he grabbed his crotch, in another they kicked up their heels like rockets. He'd sent a text message after each one, telling her, that indeed, these photographs were her reward for not having Chip and Dales at her party. 

Why have Chip and Dales when she could have the drunk men in her bridal party. Of course Lynne laughed and laughed so hard until she was almost screaming.

Then Janelle and her girls wanted to crowd around and see what was so funny. Finally they were all looking at the phone when Lynne clicked on the next image which was actually a video where the "Chip and Dales" proceeded to dance like Rockettes singing Rod Stewart's "Do you think I'm sexy". 

It was hilarious. Lynne simply laughed, and laughed, and laughed. It was freedom, and fun, and he was silly, and always thinking bout her, even in his own crazy bachelor party. It was everything she'd wanted in her life when she was small, to be surrounded by friends who loved her, have a man who cared as her anchor, and to have good times with people who loved her outside of the confines of any strict church.

"So this is our reward ladies, for not having a wild ass bachelorette party. I think we should send those grooms their own reward," said Lynne.

"What do you have in mind?" said Janelle.

Lynne gave her a conspiratorial glance, and told her exactly what she had in mind, while the bridal party girls just snickered with laughter.

***

If Leif thought his Mankini's were a hilarious stunt and mocking reward of them foregoing a set of Chip and Dale strippers, he had nothing on Lynne's plan. 

First, she had an active imagination.

Second, she was a church girl who'd been restricted throughout her life and was finally able to rollick around with her girlfriends and have a good time on the eve of her wedding.

"Now Leify, you'll have your own reward, in return for not cutting it up with a bunch of naked strippers. But he difference between my reward, and yours is that, you might actually like mine," said Lynne.

They got out the garden hose, and found an ancient slip-n-slide that Leif used to use.

Lynne filled up the bucket with water from a hose.

"Some might say it's sexist to have a wet t-shirt contest, but oh well, what the hell," quipped Janelle in the background.

"Oh there you go with sexism, racism, we can show the boys a little something something, they were good, so they can have a present. Leif, you better not watch the other girls headlights too hard, I'm gonna quiz the other guys in the morning to see if you were ogling their boobs," said Lynne with a chuckle.

But Lynne knew that Leif only had eyes for her, otherwise she wouldn't be pulling such a crazy stunt.

And, she was sure that Leif probably thought that this wet t-shirt contest was going to be a frilly and girly and dainty, but it was not. It looked much, much more like they'd gotten into a fight at a water park.

Lynne took the wet bucket full of water, and just doused Janelle with it while Janelle was in some type of mid, bossy sentence.

So Janelle grabbed Lynne around the waist, and accidentally knocked Lynne off balance as she was unfortunately standing on the slip and side.

"Ouch! Damn," screamed Lynne as Janelle just doused Lynne everywhere with the hose while Lynne writhed and giggled and slipped around on the slide.

She was crawling, her wet t-shirt clinging to her, tight demin shorts soaking wet, hair getting disheveled, but she was too caught up in her giggling and trying to get up to realize just what a nice wet t-shirt shot it would be for Leif.

"Let's get the bride all nice and soaked, since this was her silly idea," quipped Janelle.

"Yeah, she'll be all nice and clean and dry by the time she's ready to go down the ailse," said her blonde haired, blue eyed, child hood friend Melanie.

"You quit your yapping you were not even involved, but now you are!" screamed Lynne, grabbing her friend by her thigh and pulling her down on the wet slip and slide.

Soon, all four women were tussling and giggling and getting all wet, sliding around on the slip and slide.

They all pinned Lynne down in the last scene...

"This was your crazy ass idea, your wet t-shirt contest stunt, show those tits off for your man," cried Janelle.

Lynne chuckled and jiggled her chest a little bit, the t-shit clinging her to her, the water so cold her nipples stung.

They shut off the camera.

They were a sweaty, wet, heaving, giggling mess.

Every time they would stop laughing another one of them would cut up giggling.

"I love you guys. I can't think of a better way I'd want to spend my bachelorette party," said Lynne.

"Me either little sister. Damn that shit is hilarious," said Janelle, picking the camera off the picnic table they'd propped it up on and rewinding the footage.

"Do you think we should show it to him?" asked Lynne.

"Hell yeah, why else did we do this crazy shit," said Janelle.

"I can't send it to him, I'm too embarrassed," said Lynne falling into fits of giggles.

"That's why I'm doing it for you," said Janelle.

She clicked send while everyone chuckled.

***

They'd left Mexico, and now they were in the middle of the California Dessert, trying to make their way back toward home. Leif had expressed the desire to see his old buddy Vince.

Vinney was coming to the wedding, but Leif also wanted to pay him a visit with his buddies before the wedding. Vinney was an older brother figure. Orignally he was a friend of Lyle's He'd encouraged Leif to quit playing in his parent's basement and actually go out there, and play where others could here him, in school competitions, talent shows, and soon, playing in local bands that toured coffee houses.

Vinney was also a tattoo artist, and he'd given Leif his first tattoos, his music note, and his Sun God. But, Vinney told him he didn't want to see him marking up his body with a bunch of shit like a poser. He told him he'd give him whatever tats he wanted, but to make sure that when he came back to him, he had a tattoo that was damn hell worth getting.

So, it was with this in mind that his buddies were driving him over to Vinneys. Indeed, he did think he had a tattoo worth getting, even if the guys had given him a few more beers, and he felt hammered, and sloshy, but never more sure of what he was doing right now.

Just one more stop before he could get home to Lynney.

He loved her. He missed her. Wanted to give her a goodnight kiss. He bet his sweet thing was already asleep under the covers, or struggling to without him anyway.

She turned everything to sweetness and light, but even though he was breathless with the idea of getting to fuck her soon, he still loved her so much she made his heart ache. And he knew he always would. That was why the visit to Vinney was so appropriate.

He wondered what Lynne thought of his mankini video. He'd made a drunken fool of himself and he was sure she was saving her teasing of him for tomorrow morning. Just then, almost as if on command, his cellphone started flashing with picture and video messages.

He opened the first message.

It was hilarious to him.

So, they'd decided to reward him for not having a bachelor party with wild strippers as well. He couldn't wait to see what they cooked up.

He was cracking up laughing in the backseat and holding his phone, and so Matthew sat up to see what was going on.

"A wet t-shirt contest!" said Leif with drunken, masculine bluster.

"Oh shit, you have corrupted that little church girl. You are marrying her, and you are proceeding to ruin her," said Matthew ruefully shaking his head.

"I'm not ruining her. I'm broadening her horizons. Sweet little angel," he added with a husky chuckle.

"Oh shit, you can't even look at the shit without getting all mushy. Damn, Janelle has some nice ones. I mean...I can't even see her that way. She's fucking mean and that mouth on her is just..."

"Shut up man, I'm trying to see Lynney!" said Leif.

If he was looking for any indicator that his soul had changed the moment he meant Lynney, that was it right there. Her entire bridal party writhing around wet with jeans, or jean shorts, and t-shirts clinging to them, and he couldn't give a shit.

He couldn't even tell what the other women were wearing. He only had eyes for his Lynney.

Eyes and love. When she slipped he felt that protective instinct creep up just a little bit, he worried about her, and when he heard her giggle, he felt relief. She wasn't hurt, she was having a good time. Then, when he saw the way Janelle had wet up her tight white t-shirt, and the way her puffy, mocha little nipples stood up at attention and saluted the camera through her t-shirt, and her free spirited shouts, giggles, and cures, he was gone.

He got a hard boner sitting right there in the back seat of the car, and he was glad that it was dark in the back seat, and Matthew couldn't see. He knew he'd get teased for getting a hard on like a teenager.

They doused her hair, and he saw it swell up and get wild, curly, and thick like he loved. 

And as he expected, a litany of curses. She hated that, hated when her hair swelled up into those adorable ethnic curls, but he loved it! She was so cute with that little snorting giggle, and she was spunky as hell too, pulling all the girls down around her on the slip and slide, snatching the hose and dousing them with water.

But he didn't even take a peek to look at the women flanked around at her sides. Wasn't even curious at all. It was Lynne he was craving, those perfect small, perky little breasts with those big juicy ass nipples. And even being playful and foolish, she was damn sexy as hell.

And her little jealous streak, adorable as fuck as she quipped.

"You better be thinking I have the best tits...I'm going to quiz your boys and see if you spent too long looking at the other wet t-shirts," shrieked Lynne.

"That motherfucker only cares about your own little tits," said Janelle with a drunken slur.

Leif guffawed loudly at that.

She was right.

After he and Matt shared more laughter, Leif passed the phone around to his friends to let them look at the video.

They all jokingly agreed that it was better than going to the strip club in some ways.

"Hey we know the little chickadees in the bridal party are not women of uncertain reputations. Well at least little Lynney. Pretty nice little pair that she has too, and I was generous enough to let you see it through the wet t-shirt. Just don't get any ideas. I expect to see you all looking my woman only in her eyes when you talk to her. No shady shit, now that you know how irresistible she is," said Leif playfully.

"Oh Leif, your woman is the most amazing woman to ever be in a wet t-shirt contest. Now we see why you are putting that shit on lock. Is that what you want to hear," joked Tanner.

Now all of his friends made fun of him playfully lobbing him with playful jabs.

He rewound the video. He'd seen Lynne's tits before, but it was just something about not being able to see them all the way, seeing them through that white t-shirt, and seeing her frolick with her friends, having a good time, being playful with her sensuality, and feeling comfortable, knowing that she would not be punished, hurt, or chastised by him for being silly and a bit sexual the way she'd been hurt throughout her life. He cherished that video.

He saved it to a special locked up on his phone, the same place he put the first naughty picture that Lynne had sent, with her fingers in her panties, masturbating a few nights ago.

He'd bought the app a few hours after she'd sent the picture. He wanted to save it, but he didn't want anything embarrassing to happen to any private, sexual pictures that his little wifey wanted to sent him. The app had a different password than his phone. If the wrong password was entered five times, the pictures were destroyed. The same if he registered his phone as stolen. And, most importantly, the app blocked other apps such as messaging and email from accessing the pictures, so he didn't accidentally send her dirty, naughty little pictures to anyone else.

They stayed private between man and wife, which was as it should be. Shit, he couldn't wait until she was really his.

This visit to Vinney was coming right on time.

***

Tanner pulled up into the driveway and flashed the headlights twice. That was indeed the signal. Vinney was so notorious, he often wouldn't even bother to check the door if he didn't know who was calling.

Since it was Leif who wanted Vinney, they let him do the banging on the door.

"What do you want! Thought the wedding was in a few days," he exclaimed.

"Yeah man, it is...but...we're out here having my bachelor party. We've had a lot of fun, but there's just one more thing that I need to seal the deal and make the night complete. You told me not to come back until I had something worth tattooing besides the music note, and the Sun God, and I listened to you. Well...now I think I got something. And I was wondering if you would...well...I belong to Lynney now, and I want you to...I want to..."

"He wants you to tattoo her name on his ass!" shouted Matthew, clearly stoned.

"Right on Bro! Sounds awesome. I'm a little upset though. You didn't ask me to come along for your Bachelor party," said Vinney.

"Hey Bro, I didn't plan it," said Leif looking at Matthew.

"It's alright. Looks like I'm part of the party anyway. Well, that's cool. I can set up the shop in the back for you. But first, how about having a few drinks on me," said Vinney.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 48



Leif thought he would turn green. He'd had more than enough to drink. Still and all, he didn't want to offend his buddy, and he knew that his buddy was trying to be sociable.

"What are you drinking man?" asked his friend.

"How about a rum and coke. Heavy on the coke and easy on the Rum, because I'm already wasted as hell," offered Leif.

Of course they drank more than just a drink, it was more like a few, and his buddies had to prop him up on both sides to help him get to the "shop" which was a woodshed in the back where his buddy had a perfectly legal tattoo parlor which was such a lucrative side business he was about to quit his band and turn it into a full time gig.

He had Leif sit up on the table, and choose a design.

Leif actually wanted Lynne's face.

"That's intricate. If you want her face on it, come back after the wedding. Have her come and sit for a sketch, I'll do a sketch of her face, then you can get it on your ass after I work out her face, I'll be here after the wedding. You can do it right after the reception if you want," said Vinnie.

"No...I wanna...I wanna surprise her tonight. Can't wait to see the look on her face when she knows that I loved her enough that I think of myself like her property. I guess that's what I'm saying if I get her name on my ass. Never thought I'd love a woman that much," said Leif.

He flipped through the book and settled on a hodgepodge of two different tattoos.

"Okay...let's try this shit. So, Lynne is my heart. So a heart has to be there. But...But she also has the key to my heart. So make a heart, and on the base of that heart, put a key...but, you gotta make the key so that it spells her name," said Leif.

"You got it?" asked Leif, yawning.

His head was pounding.

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I got it. I understand exactly what you want," said Vinney.

And, it was a good thing.

Because Leif was so hammered he fell asleep a little bit until he heard the tattoo needle, and felt the stinging on his ass.

Of course Leif let out a curse at first, and his friends fell into huge chuckles.

Leif wouldn't let Vinney get the best of him though. No way would he holler like a girl anymore even though he wanted to. The tattoo hurt like hell, he'd forgotten how much it hurt, but he also couldn't wait to show Lynney what he'd done.

Vinney quickly bandaged it up, before Leif got a really good chance to admire the handiwork.

He slapped him on the back and sent him on his way. His friends who were now all drunk except Tanner were now anxious to bring the evening to a conclusion. They had fun, but they were now all drunk and nursing hangovers, so nothing else was said about the tattoo except for Matt.

"Your lady is gonna love that. Damn, you love her, to put her name on you like that. You must be certain it's gonna all work out and you'll never regret her name on your ass. But hell, Lynne is a good girl. I'm waiting to find that good girl that I think deserves a billboard on my ass," said Matt.

"Oh hell, you'll find her. Pull me up to the house. I want to show Lynney this shit," said Leif.

"She's probably asleep. The house looks dark," said Matthew

"So? I have a key. Besides, she'll wake up for this. See you later. Next time I see your ass will be the rehearsal dinner," said Leif, beginning his drunken saunter into the house.

***

Lynne awoke to a strange banging on Leif's old bedroom door. At first she was startled. The last thing she remembered was fingering her phone and looking at the text message where he'd teased her lovingly and said she had the nicest pair regarding the playful wet t-shirt contest. 

She immediately felt maternal towards her Leify. Really different than she'd felt when her father came home drunk, and he'd bash up things, or sometimes take opportunity to hit her, or her mother before he got saved into the church.

But even though he was hammered, Leif was a groom celebrating their upcoming wedding in two days. It was not a daily occurrence for him, or even a weekly one, she'd only seen him drunk once before, when they broke up.

He looked like had too many, but he still had this sweet, and gentle look in his eyes.

"Hey beautiful," he said, just a little too loudly.

"Hey Leify. Shh...remember my granny and your mother are asleep next door. It's 5 AM. You partied hard right?" whispered Lynne ushering him inside and shutting the door.

He was a bit wobbly so she helped him sit down at the foot of her bed.

This seemed like a bad idea though, he moaned when he sat down, propped his leg up on the bed and started rubbing his ass.

"That hurts babe. Can't sit on it good until tomorrow. I got a present to show you. Wait until you see it," he murmured sweetly.

He stroked her hair.

"More presents, you're spoiling me. I'm scared to know what it might be you're so damn drunk," said Lynne chuckling.

He pulled her into the circle of his arms laying on his side.

He kissed her forehead.

"I had fun today but I couldn't wait to get home to you," he murmured, kissing her softly on the mouth.

Leif smelled like the liquor he'd been drinking, and she wished she had some altoids that he used to give her oral sex treats. But, she loved him so much, it didn't bother her too much, she diverted his attention to her neck, and he kissed her erotically.

He started to unbutton his pants. Before Leif had healed her, and convinced her he was harmless, she would have been terrified to lay beside her drunken fiancé while he opened his pants. Lynne would have been in self-preservation mode, and terrified, just like she used to be scared of his cock.

But, when he opened his pants, his eyes were so hooded and gentle, she was not afraid. She knew that even when he was at his worse, and had a little too much to drink, he would never hurt her. For a woman who'd always been frightened of men, because of experiences with her ex, and her father, seeing him unzip his pants, and look at her with tenderness in his eyes, even stone cold drunk was a turning point that let her know the true intensity of the security she felt with this man.

She knew he would never hurt her, and nothing that happened, whether he was drunk, or not, would be anything she didn't want.

He put her hand on his belly.

"I just want to show you something," he murmured into her neck.

"What do you want to show me boy? Your horny cock? We're not supposed to be doing this, remember sweetie? We're saving ourselves for two more days handsome," said Lynne her fingers in his dreadlocks.

"I think you're right. But it still is something special I did I want to show you, it's in my pants baby. Don't you wanna see it. You smell good Lynne. I'm sleepy, I'll be good baby, I just want to sleep next to you, I miss cuddling you, nothing naughty, promise," he said peeling off his shirt.

"I miss cuddling you too. Of course you can cuddle me in the bed, just don't make too much noise, you'll wake up everybody. Come lay on me," murmured Lynne ushering Leif into her chest.

He was beautiful. She chuckled to herself, because she was just about to ask him what was so important that he wanted to show her, when he was knocked out cold into sleep.

Handsome, silly fool! They'd gotten him completely wasted on whatever liquor they gave him, plus the pot brownies Matthew had brought. Lynne couldn't wait to tease Leif that she was the one left standing after her own bachelorette party.

She was glad that he'd had fun though. He was beautiful, and having him in her arms reminded her of just how much she missed sleeping next to him. The next two days couldn't come fast enough.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 49



***

Leif was surprised to find himself in Lynne's arms and it looked close to the afternoon the way the light poured in through the curtains. He wasn't even sure where he was at first, but before he even opened his eyes, there was no mistaking where he was, with her intoxicating scent. 

She was still cradling his head, he could feel it, and hadn't gotten up yet. She was probably a little hammered from her own bachelorette party.

The next thing he felt was the hammering and throbbing in his temples, and the stinging in his ass. And, directly after that, he felt remorse. He'd been drunk as a lout and stumbled in to show Lynne his tattoo. He couldn't remember doing that, he bungled the shit all up.

He looked up into her big brown eyes, and she looked away from the phone she had cradled in her hand, smiling at him.

"So one of the things I got really good at was nursing friends out of their hangovers. And, since you look like you've been smashed to bits, and you're much worse off than me, I'll nurse you back to health," said Lynne playfully.

"Oh what a fool you must think I am. The Mankini's video...getting drunk off my ass, you're probably ashamed of me," he teased softly and he was only half joking.

"Hell no, then what do you think of me? My girls and me objectified ourselves and put on a wet t-shirt contest for your amusement. I think that you are a man who is about to get married and let himself have some innocent fun that isn't hurting our relationship or anything or anyone else. And fun was so lacking from my life before. Now the only question I want you to answer is whether you want to get away from everyone else for a little while, and have breakfast at Denny's or something or do you want me to fix you something. You need to eat something and soak up all that damn alcohol in your system," said Lynne looking up at him.

"You're mothering me. I kinda like it sometimes, just don't get too carried away. Thanks for not making me feel like such an idiot though," he teased.

"You're a handsome idiot. And your friends, and mother are being entertained. Matthew put the video up on facebook already and Linda has liked it," said Lynne collapsing into giggles.

"Shit! Somehow I think our children will end up watching that video," said Leif.

"Probably. But, hopefully not the wet t-shirt contest," said Lynne playfully.

"No, I...I got an app to safeguard that video, and your nice little pair. And I didn't even look to see what the other women were doing. I could care less. Honest," said Leif with a warm grin.

He stroked her mouth. She was so damn sexy and cute, even with his head throbbing he wanted to turn her over on her stomach and love her. Two more days!

"Leif I believe you. Never trusted a man more than I trust you. I would have been terrified of a drunk man before...well because my dad used to drink and when he drank, things could get ugly and I..."

"Shit, I forgot that! I shouldn't have been around you like that. It probably made you uncomfortable. Angel I'm not like him, I'd never hurt you, I swear it, I've been around you a little wasted before, but I'd never hurt you baby, you know that, you always come first, no matter what is going on," he added sweetly stroking her hair.

Now he cradled her. He wanted her to have the security of his chest.

"No! I wanted you around me like that! You never do that Leify, you're a groom celebrating your wedding in two days. If anyone can ever get drunk for once, it's a man about to get married. You didn't hurt anyone, or anything. And baby I needed to see you like that. Even completely drunk you are very sweet and you'd never harm me. It makes me feel safer with you. It makes me want my fucking even more. I promise you! I can't wait to be married to such a kind, loveable man. Gentle, silly fool even though he's drunk. Do you know how special you are? How rare? I knew I loved you right...right when we were together that first time after you spent the night, and we had that big fight and we were drinking and smoked that pot and...we were feeling all tipsy and high, but you were so gentle with me. You just kissed me and rubbed me until I came. I was scared of you so much until that moment. And then, you having so much self-control and being so patient, waiting for us to have sex, I knew you'd never hurt me. You never let me down. Not ever. So don't be mad at yourself for having a good time. You're a real man, the realest one I know," said Lynne sweetly.

"Oh baby, that...I didn't know you'd been carrying that in your heart for me...that...but knowing that makes me love you more than I already do...that...that you loved me because I proved to you that you could trust me when I was hammered. I'd never hurt you, you're such a sweetie, and you have the most beautiful spirit of any woman I've ever met. Hell you are a real, beautiful woman, inside and out! I hurt myself baby. I want you to take a look at it," he added softly.

He unbuttoned his pants.

"Yeah right, you hurt yourself alright. Just admit that you want your wifey to be to pay some attention to that fat, sexy cock. We're supposed to be waiting a few more days, but I guess it doesn't count if I suck it and kiss it a little since you kissed mine in the fort you made us," said Lynne playfully.

"You cute nasty little thing, no, I really did hurt myself," murmured Leif rolling onto his stomach.

He pulled down his pants and his boxers, exposing what he was sure was the gauze pad and sticky tape where his tattoo was covered up.

"What the hell? Baby did you fall after that Mankini video? I mean you all were drunk as hell. Who bandaged this up? It looks pretty good. What happened, a fall," she asked again.

She was so full of maternal love and concern he felt a bit guilty for fooling her. He nurtured her in the relationship sure, but she did her own sweet nurturing as well, which made him always love to come home to her arms.

"I had a big, big, nasty fall. A huge fall I don't ever think I'm gonna get over. Pull that bandage off and you'll see. It's never gonna heal, so I did the best thing I could do under the circumstances,"

The only thing that was wrong with his plan was that he could not look into her pretty eyes.

She gently peeled off all the tape first. Damn, Lynne was so meticulous. Most people would have removed the gauze once they had enough tape gone.

Then she peeled back the gauze once the tape was gone. 

"Baby that's my name on your Ass! My married name! And our wedding date! Baby really? It's so beautiful! I don't know what to say. The key and the heart. Leify that's gorgeous! I'm so flattered. Can I touch it?" she asked softly.

"Of course you can! I did it for you. Just be careful because it hurts, and swab it with some alcohol afterwards, I don't want it infected," he added sweetly.

She touched it gently, and swabbed him down with a wet wipe from her purse.

"Does it hurt?" she asked sweetly.

"Only the way that falling so hard for you has hurt. It aches in a good way baby, just like my cock when we play around, just like my heart when I think of how much I love you sweetness," he added playfully.

"I want one too!" she said sweetly.

And the way she looked at him was so openhearted and sincere, he knew exactly why his drunk ass had gotten her name plastered on his ass in the first place. After she gave him a kid, he was going to get her name, and the babies names plastered on his back, like a family tree. Lynne's names would be the tree-trunk, and each baby she gave him would be another branch on his back. Because the family he was going to have with her one day would be his backbone, and mean everything to him.

Yes, Vinney was right about not wasting his tats on anything useless. He was glad he'd waited to get another tattoo. The one he had with her name on his ass meant more to him than the music note, and the sun god now! 

His mind went back to Lynne and how loving, and open she was, wanting to share everything, and always reciprocate the love she showed him. But everything did not have to be equal, and Lynne was so sweet, and innocent, her perfect beige flesh didn't even have any marks or scratches, her body was that tender. A tattoo was a lifelong commitment, and something she should ponder over for a little bit. She didn't have to get the same tat as he got, to show him her love. He sort of liked her skin being perfect and blemish free, though he was okay with her getting his name on her if she really wanted it, but only after she'd had a few solid years to think of it! He knew they'd be together forever, that wasn't his concern...just that she thought carefully about marking up such a perfect little body like she had, and maybe she might even want to get a different kind of tattoo than the one he had to symbolize their love. 

"You are so damn cute. My god, I'd marry you a million times if they'd allow it, maybe once in each state!" he added with a protective chuckle, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead.

"Why am I cute? Who did this for you? When can they do mine? Maybe after the wedding because I don't want it to hurt when I sit during our reception. It's so beautiful! I can't believe you love me that much to do something that special for me. It's so permanent, just like our love! I want mine to say Leif Peterson! Maybe I'll put an arrow through mine though, so it'll be a little different because you've stolen my heart," said Lynne.

"Baby, you don't have to get a tattoo just because I got one. I did it to show the depth of my love for you little cutie, and the fact that I belong to you, no matter what! But, I don't think you need to mark up your tender skin to show me your love. I know I'm tattooed on your heart. I can see it when I look in your eyes," said Leif kissing her forehead sweetly.

"Well I can see that in your eyes too! It looks cool. It would be romantic. I can get the heart and the key too, and I'll get it on the left cheek so it's like perfect symmetry when we lay side by side. Shit it would be like Bonnie and Clyde," said Lynne softly.

"Little Bonnie, why don't you think on it for me, for at least a couple of years? I plan on being married to you until I pass away. I hope that I'm a very old man then, and that gives you a good fifty years to decide on getting my name tattooed on your ass. By the time fifty years go by, your ass'll be wrinkly and you'll be glad you didn't ruin it with ink," he said playfully.

"Well then that means you'll be sorry you ruined your own ass, when it's wrinkly and old. I can make up my mind to get a tattoo just like you can, to show you that I never want us to part either, just like how you got yours," said Lynne squirming out of his embrace.

And she was even pouting a little bit and she was so girlish and cute, she didn't even realize it! Pouting because he wanted her to ponder over something as serious as getting a tattoo. Hell, he was already all marked up, it was time to get one that was more meaningful than the music note and the sun god! 

That was why he adored her. That sweet, girlish, boundless love for him! And he'd always protect her. Even from herself in a playful way.

"Baby, now I think it's real cute you want a tattoo like your husband's, but I want you to think on it a little longer. Tell you what, I'll take you some place on our honeymoon that does Henna tattoos. You can get my name all over your back, your ass, legs and everything, whatever you want, and the henna will go away in about a month," said Leif indulgently kissing her forehead.

"You're treating me like a church girl baby!" she pouted.

Well you are a church girl baby! My baby anyway. Keep thinking on it. And, in five years if you really want to, then you can do it. Or, maybe then you'll want to get our growing family," said Leif letting her in on the family tree idea he had for his own back.

"Baby, sometimes I think you don't take me seriously. I loved your tattoos when I first saw them, the music note, and the Sun God, and I thought you put a lot of thought in them, and they each showcased a part of who you are. The music note is obviously guitar loving Leif, and the Sun God shows how much you like nature, and natural things. And now, I mean so much to you that you mark up your body with my name and the date of our wedding. I'm so flattered baby. I want to show my devotion to you, the same way you are showing it to me. We couldn't get tattoos either, when I was growing up. Those were forbidden. Everything was forbidden. You were so new, and different and exotic to me when we met, and I saw them on your arms," moaned Lynne.

She started licking around the Sun God tattoo with an eager tongue.

Have mercy her sweet innocence was so sexy and it knew no bounds. She had no boundaries with him, which is why he couldn't wait to fuck her fully. The lair of her arms was intoxicating, even with her grandmother and his mom a stone's throw away. His groin started to twitch. She'd switched to the other arm and was now sucking and kissing the music note.

"I'm not a silly little girl, I'm a grown woman about to marry a man I'm madly in love with, and I want that same tattoo on my ass just like my husband has," said Lynne with firmness.

God, she was so adorable, and she never had any idea what she was getting into sometimes with her declarations of love. She was ready to go out and scale a mountain for him without having any idea of how high it would be, or how hot the sun would be once she got there. Just this tender endless curiosity and boundless love. He was so lucky, and so glad he'd fallen in love with her. He'd always protect the cutie, and never take advantage of her beautiful spirit.

"You know how badly a tattoo hurts sweetheart," he added sweetly stroking her hair.

"I'm sure it probably hurts pretty badly...your ass is cut everywhere that they did it," she added sweetly, fingering the tattoo, and swabbing it with alcohol.

"Yeah, it hurts like fuck. I'm not gonna lie to you," he added sweetly.

"Well then it's like having a baby. I want to give you children and I'm sure that hurts like fuck too, but the reward is worth it," said Lynne.

Leif almost wanted to chuckle at her argument. He understood what she was saying, but her sudden desire to have his matching tattoo was sweet and impetuous and he wanted her to give it ample thought. But he also wanted her to know that he respected her opinions but would also protect her at the same time.

And, he didn't want her messing up her acres and acres of perfect little flesh without having amply thought about it. He had an idea. If she still wanted to get the tattoo after this, he'd agree to it if she still wanted to do it a month or so after they said their vows. He'd fly her back to California and have Vince do it, right on her sweet, cute little ass. He was humbled with love for her that she even wanted to do it so impetuously, even if she didn't go through with it.

***

Lynne insisted on treating Leif to Denny's. He treated her to so many different things during this period leading up to the wedding, and she was honored to treat him to his "dry out meal".

During the meal, they talked about their experiences at their respective bachelor and bachelorette parties. She wanted to know more about the tattoo.

"I still can't believe you did that shit. It's so bad ass and romantic," said Lynne.

"Well you just wait five years from now, after you push out one of my babies, I'm getting a big ass one, just like I told you with your name on there, and the names of each baby, as a tree branch. Hmm, if you're really good, I might start your name on our first wedding anniversary. On the second or third, get the last name, and then fill it in with our babies whenever they get here," said Leif.

"God that is so damn romantic. Maybe I should get it too. How bad...how bad does it hurt Leify? Does it feel like, getting blood drawn at the doctor bad?" asked Lynne after she paid for the check.

Leif chuckled, and chuckled, and chuckled.

"It hurts a hell of a lot worse than getting blood drawn," said Leif.

His voice was sweet, and her man had playful mischief in his eyes.

"Really?" she asked, and her eyes widened.

She hated getting blood drawn at the doctor. She was such a baby and she had to look away. 

"Take me to see the friend...the friend you said gave you this beautiful tattoo...I hate needles, but if you hold my hand, I bet I could manage it. It would be so beautiful, just like yours," said Lynne.

If he loved her enough to mark his body up like that in a permanent fashion, she didn't see why she shouldn't make such a bold statement about their love. She never thought anyone would love her so much that they'd make such a bold statement in such a permanent way. And, it was daring. And part of her relished that it was a little bit rebellious after being cooped up her whole life, and forbidden to get any tattoo on any parts of her body. It was actually a part of their church doctrine, and it was an offense which you could be excommunicated for. So the freedom to even consider it was liberating for Lynne. What a different life! She loved her life with her beautiful man! 

But, she was also nervous about the pain. However, Leif always made her feel safe no matter what. She wanted to get his name plastered all over her ass, just like her hubby, her hero, had gotten her name! 

***

He was calling the cuties bluff! Not on purpose, but he didn't think she'd reasoned and thought the tattoo all the way through. He loved providing Lynne with love and protection. 

And part of that love and protection was helping her reason on things with kindness and care, not browbeating her, or making her mind up for her, like had happened in the past. And caring for her, damn he felt like such a real man! He knew this feeling would intensify after she gave him some beautiful children. A man needed a woman in his life to give him purpose and direction.

He took Lynne right to Vinney's after she'd treated him to breakfast at Denny's. 

"I know you are ready to be brave and get my name and the heart tattooed on your ass, but first cutie, I want to get a bit of color added to my heart. Might be a good idea for you to watch and see what it's like. I know you are curious about the pain aspect. And it hurts like hell, but I'll be there to hold your hand, and you can take a pain killer if you want. Oh, and the gauze on it, it'll help if it hurts when you sit," said Leif.

He knew he was laying it on thick as hell to try to get her to change her mind, but the shit did hurt.

"Okay Leify, I think I should see it. I wished you'd let me see it anyway when you got it in the first place, but then I guess it wouldn't be a surprise," said Lynne.

She looked at him with big, innocent eyes like the first time she saw his cock. 

Lord have mercy she was so sweet he could eat her up with a spoon! Same sweet innocent eyes she'd probably always make when he slammed his cock hard and rough in her aching little belly.

"Well you'll see him freshen it up a bit. A day before the wedding it shouldn't hurt so bad when I sit during the reception by then," said Leif.

She held his hand. He knew she'd never been inside anywhere like his friend's tattoo shed.

There were books of designs for males, females, and unisex ones.

"Why don't you pick a design while we wait for Vinney to come down. I texted him so he should be down any minute," said Leif.

Lynne looked through the books eagerly, trying to find the design he'd gotten yesterday.

"I can't find it," said Lynne.

"It's a combination of a few. I'll be able to help him find it when it is time. Or...he can copy it right off my ass," said Leif with a big grin.

"Okay Leify. You said it hurts really bad huh?" said Lynne squirming on the stool.

He wanted to give her something to squirm for that would feel a lot better than a tattoo.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 49



"You can't squirm around like your adorable ass is doing right now, you've gotta hold still when he does it. I can hold you down if you need baby," said Leif indulgently stroking her chin dimple.

Fuck, Matthew was right, he was corrupting that sweet little angel, for her to even be sitting in this tattoo parlor with him thinking about getting it. But he knew she wouldn't go through with it. She looked scared and sick and almost green with that cute pale beige skin of hers. He knew they'd look back on this and chuckle. And who knew, in the years to come, she might be brave enough to do it, and that was fine, but he wanted her to have thought about it first.

"I'd rather you be holding me down Saturday evening," she purred softly.

"Mmm, you are gonna be a nasty young wife, and I love it," he moaned softly licking his lips.

Vinney appeared, ready to give Leif a refresher tattoo.

"Come over here and hold my hand Lynney, it'll make the pain better. Let me squeeze your hand," he offered.

He took Lynne's hand gently, opened his pants and matthew covered every part of his ass except the place where he was getting the tattoo.

"He's gonna use that thing on you!" cried Lynne as the loud sound of the huge tattoo needle started.

Leif chuckled at her innocence, then cursed when the needle made contact with his flesh.

He was getting the red for the heart darkened, and also Lynne's name, and their wedding date so that it was even more clearly seen.

He got quiet. Leif hated that he always cursed at first when they started the tattoo. He looked at it as a sign of weakness. But he squeezed her hand so tight, Lynne squirmed. He was hurting her. He had to ease up on the squeezing. 

Lord she was so tender and sweet and if she couldn't stand the gripping of his hand, how did she think her tender, perfect flesh would cope with the cutting from the needle.

"Wow it is getting darker," she cried looking at it with wonder.

Soon, Vinney was finished, and he swabbed it with alcohol, and then bandaged Leif up.

"Your turn now cutie," said Leif winking at her and sitting up in the chair.

His heart filled up with love when she sat between his legs on the tattoo bench and murmured,

"I can't...I'm scared it's gonna hurt so bad...the way you were squeezing my hand so tight...Can't I wait a little while. Like maybe our anniversary, and do it then," she murmured squirming in his lap.

"God you are so fucking cute! Of course you can wait! I just didn't want you accusing me of making you a Church girl baby. That was what you said before cutie," said Leif, playfully.

"I just wanted to show you how much I loved you, like you loved me enough to get this tattoo after your Bachelor party," said Lynne.

"You are so sweet. Guess what Vinney's girlfriend does for a living? She does those henna tattoos. I texted her, and she is thrilled to do one on your ass just like your husband's. But even better it doesn't sting, doesn't leave a permanent mark in case you change your mind. What I think is that you can keep trying different henna ones until you pick the design that you see that you like, and might want to make permanent," said Leif.

Leif had already coached Vinney to act like Lynne was brave. He didn't think she'd go through with the tattoo but he didn't want her esteem to be crushed either. Didn't want the cutie to feel like she'd failed. This was all shit that her family should have done for her all along, but it thrilled him to have the chance to do it instead and have a positive impact on his young wife to be.

"Yeah Leif is right! You were brave for coming in here today and even seeing what he did, and brave to even want to get a tattoo. Lots of friends take their buddies in here and can't even stand to watch them get the tattoo. So you're a very brave woman. Leif loves you a lot! Let me tell you. I've seen this guy before, and he was just despicable before he meant you. You saved his ass. I'm gonna get Melissa, she'll give you a pretty Henna tattoo that looks just like Leif's" said Vinney.

Leif glared at Vince. He didn't want him to keep talking, he hated to think of the person he was before Lynne, and didn't want Vinney to open his big mouth and talk about all his exploits. That part of his life was over now, and good riddance!

Most of those girls he used to be with would be climbing in Vinney's lap while he tattooed them! 

Lynne lay beside Leif on the tattoo bench. He helped her pull up her adorable sundress and pull down enough of her panties so she could get the tattoo.

And he didn't care who saw, he paved the way with a light kiss to her bottom before Melissa got to work.

Lynne wanted to know how long the Henna would last. Melissa told her that it would last at least a month if she took care of it, and rubbed it nightly with baby oil.

"I'd be glad to take care of that for you baby," offered Leif.

"Hell yeah I bet you would," chuckled Vinney playfully clapping Leif on the shoulder.

"There are a lot of cool henna ones too. Maybe next time we visit California I can get your name on my back if I'm too scared to do the real thing. I really hope I'm brave enough soon. Maybe one of our anniversaries," said Lynne.

"Sure sweetie. You've got a lifetime to make up your mind. Looks like your little rear is finished. That's cute as hell and it's bad assed. No one has to know it isn't permanent yet," he added with sweet, playful doting affection.

"I love it!" said Lynne.

Melissa had gotten all the details, the heart, the key, and Leif's name, and the arrow that Lynne had wanted to symbolize that he'd stolen her heart. He'd liked the idea so much he too had gotten the arrow drawn on during his refresher.

She'd done such a good job, Melissa asked if she could take a picture of it for the henna tattoo book, and Lynne agreed, but both Leif and Lynne made sure it wouldn't show the curve of her ass, or anything provocative.

They left the tattoo parlor hand in hand, like Bonnie and Clyde, one with permanent ink, and Lynne with her temporary tattoo.

"Thanks for that in there Leif. For making me feel brave. Once he started inking you, I knew I was in over my head," said Lynne with a chuckle.

"You are brave. The bravest woman I know sweetheart," said Leif with a playful chuckle.

"Only when you are holding my hand," she confided playfully.

"Well, you're always gonna be brave then princess, because I'm always gonna be there to hold your hand," said Leif.

He drove the two of them back home just in time for the rehearsal dinner, while they held hands in blissful silence.

***

"No more guests Leif! Vinney and Melissa, that's it!" said Lynne firmly.

She rarely raised her voice, but Leif was driving her crazy with this rehearsal dinner. There were only really supposed to be enough place settings for the people in Bridal party, along with her grandmother and their family.

And now, Vinney and Melissa made an extra pair, forcing them to have to set up an extra table, or else sit them with the children. Furthermore, Lynne was making a special dessert, she'd cut up these cute custom fruit platters and spelled out everyone's name.

Now she needed to make two extras.

"Yeah Leif, we've had it with you. Inviting people to the wedding at the last minute too, and now we have fifty five guests, instead of fifty, and thank god we have the place to seat them!" said Linda.

Now Lynne felt better about her own raised voice, Linda was yelling at Leif, and she rarely heard Linda raise her voice. The pressure was on.

"I'm just happy and I keep telling people I run into, and everyone wants to come to a wedding," said Leif.

"Well then if you don't have the heart to turn them away, just shut up about your wedding for one more day, then you can tell everyone you meet, even a hobo on the street, because it will be over!" said Linda.

Lynne chuckled hard into her hands.

Leif looked crushed.

"It's okay baby. I know you were trying to do a good thing by letting them come when they invited themselves. Don't look sad. But your mom is right, the yard is bursting at the seams. And Vinney and Melissa, what are we to do about that. I have to make extra fruit platters," said Lynne.

"You are so meticulous. My dear, just throw some fruit on a platter, they should understand why there's doesn't look like everyone else's. They weren't invited. Leif what are you thinking of, they aren't part of the bridal party, or the family," said Linda shaking her head.

"Yeah, but Vinney's an old friend of mine. And, he gave me a nice tattoo last night to help me symbolize my love for Lynne...and this morning his girlfriend helped Lynne do something she wanted to do, and I found out that he was sad that he wasn't in my wedding," said Leif.

"He asked to be in the wedding? Oh Leif, you should have asked him earlier!" said Lynne nibbling at a grape, that she didn't feel looked nice enough to be the dot on the "I" in Vinney's name.

"No, guys don't talk like that. He just figured that I didn't ask him, because he looked too wild to be in our wedding to you, Lynney, with the Mohawk, and his nose ring, and those tattoos on his face. He joked that you looked scared of him at first. I told him that you looked scared of me too when we met, and now we were getting married. We had a good laugh at that. But he thought you didn't want anyone too wild looking. I told him that wasn't it at all. I thought that he would think being in a traditional wedding and a groomsman was corny! He was mad at me, imagine that! I've never known so many wanna be hard assed guys who want to be in a wedding, or invited to one," said Leif.

"If he's your boy, you should have still asked him. Oh sweetie, I feel bad. Well, you think you have enough time to find him a tux?" asked Lynne.

She knew it was last minute, but it was Leif's wedding too, and even though she cringed at how disorganized it was getting, she wanted him to have everything that he wanted.

"Nah sweetness, it's too last minute. If we'd found out at the top of the week, it would have been cool, but the wedding is tomorrow. Not enough time baby, but it's sweet you want to make it happen for me. But thanks for letting him crash the rehearsal dinner. He thinks that's special enough," said Leif kissing her forehead.

Linda and Leif left Lynne in the kitchen and Lynne was thankful. She needed to concentrate on the fruit platters. They were coming out pretty and it took her concentration to cut them up just right spelling everyone's name, and making a nice assortment of fruit.

Linda and Leif went out in the backyard to set up the extra place settings for Vinney and Melissa. 

Lynne felt so lucky to be marrying someone that people seemed to love as much as her sweet, kindhearted Leif. That was why they couldn't control the wedding guest list or the rehearsal dinner. Everyone wanted to be included!

She was happy that they had so many people blessing their upcoming union. The wedding promised to be full of love and caring and they were surrounded by good will. It was much different than the image that Lynne had conjured up when he first asked her to marry him. She thought it would be like a justice of the piece affair with little familial support.

She felt so lucky and blessed. Her eyes were watery.

She cut up a fruit platter spelling Melissa's name.

The pineapple looked so damn juicy after she cut into it. She cut enough to spell Melissa's name.

Lynne loved pineapple. It was her favorite fruit. She looked around to see that no one was watching, and she took a huge bite of the pineapple sucking the pulp into her mouth, letting the juice dribble down her chin.

As the juice dribbled down her chin, she let out a small moan, then she turned around, startled to see that Leif was already standing there, watching her eat the pineapple.

Shit! He did that all the time in the house, not on purpose, but he walked so quietly sometimes that he ended up startling her. Sometimes she felt like he did it because he liked watching her when she had no clue he was watching, in a loving manner.

But she had pineapple drool and pulp all over her face like a greedy little girl and she was embarrassed and reached for the paper towels.

"No, don't move, it's cute and sexy as hell!" he grunted huskily, making quick strides toward Lynne.

He turned her around in his arms.

"You're greedy for fruit aren't you? You couldn't resist taking a big juicy bite out of that pineapple huh? I can't wait until you can't resist me taking a big juicy bite out of you too baby," he murmured playfully.

He captured her lips in his own, and sucked and licked the juice erotically off her entire lips and chin.

If someone had told her three months ago, he'd take so much of her lip into his own mouth and suck the pulp out, almost down to her chin, she would have thought it was gross, but the way he did it was so erotic, like he wanted to eat her, the same way she ate that pineapple, and once he sucked her juices dry, he'd spear her, the way she'd speared he pineapple to get the core. It turned her on wildly, him capturing her lips and sucking her like that, and she actually wanted him to suck off her entire face, then start on the rest of her body, putting his greedy lips on her everywhere, she didn't care! 

"You are so greedy, and cute, and impetuous. I can't wait to have my way with you. All those qualities will make fucking so fun, he moaned sexily. He picked up the pineapple near the core where she'd bitten and took a much larger bite out of it, greedy pulp and all, dribbling juice and fruit down his own chin.

Damn he was so sexy!

"I can't wait to take my big juicy bite out of you too Lynney. But I won't bite harder than you want me to baby.

She couldn't resist the pulp that was on his lips, pineapple juice running down his chin

"I promise not to bite you harder than you want too!" she moaned, as though she had the power to take as big of a bite of his fruit, as he took of hers.

But then she also figured she may surprise him.

She pulled him down to her face by his dreadlocks, sucking and nibbling the fruit off of his sexy mouth and chin.

She was all dressed up and ready for their rehearsal dinner, wearing a summery looking white and yellow halter-top and pencil skirt.

He picked her up and sat her on the counter top next to the fruit platter.

"Look over at the clock baby," he murmured sweetly sucking and nibbling her ear.

She giggled.

"Why should I look at the clock? Too see how late it's getting and I still have shit undone," she cried.

"No, I want you to look, because this time tomorrow, you'll be my wife little cutie, and I'll be doing everything I want to you," he moaned.

He took a big pineapple spear that Lynne had yet to cut, and he placed it between her lips. He teased her, probing it deeper and deeper, swirling the sweet fruit in the recesses of her mouth, and each time she tried to take a bite he twirled it in a way that was impossible for her to bite, took the fruit out of her own mouth, and sucked it, then pushed it erotically back into her mouth.

Pushing it back in further against the pallet of her mouth. Lynne was surprised at how deep the fruit was going into her lips, but she wasn't choking, or gagging at all.

"You'll love what I do to you sweetheart. I'll never give you more than you can bare in your mouth or your belly. Do you understand sweetheart. You'll enjoy it so much, but I won't ever give you anymore at one time than you can stand, and if it ever feels that way, you remember about the safe word. As you get more comfortable, you'll probably take much more in your mouth and in your belly than you ever imagined possible, and you'll enjoy the hell out of that shit, but I'm a loving husband and will never give you more than you can bare," he moaned erotically.

And he pushed the fruit back towards her teeth at a reasonable distance so she could take a big, greedy bite.

She chewed, and he swallowed and he kept cutting off bits of pineapple and feeding her like his greedy, spoiled princess.

He wasn't even eating at all, just feeding her the fruit.

"I know what things are your favorite, and I'm going to give you as much of them as I can, in and out of the bedroom," he murmured indulgently.

"Leif, I love you so much!" she murmured, and she did love that man so much, using words felt silly. The simple "I love you" couldn't capture the depth of what she felt for him in her heart and soul. 

It was tender the way he kept cutting the fruit into bite sized pieces that she liked to chew, and feeding her, making sure she'd chewed it all down whole before he'd delight her with kisses and cut another piece of fruit. He'd given her the huge piece of fruit that was too big to fit in her mouth, wiggled it around playfully and now that he'd satisfied his erotic desire and curiosity, he gave her the smaller pieces that delighted her. It was a metaphor for the way their sexual ecstasy would play out in the bedroom. He'd never forget to give her the small pieces that she enjoyed along with the big greedy pieces that he enjoyed! 

"I love you too, you should know by how I feed you the fruit. Hell I don't even care if I eat right now. I just like feeding you and having you feel joy. Always take care of my baby too! Wait until you see how I feed you that wedding cake tomorrow. I have something special planned. And the tenderness won't stop even after we get a little bit greedy. Nothing a husband will love more than to baby his little Lynney after she takes his cock like a big grown woman. We have so much love to look forward to!" he added tenderly.

"Baby I can't wait to take it like a big grown woman and cuddle up with you afterwards!" she cried.

"Thanks for being understanding about the extra people at the party. Your fruit trays look lovely. I'll sit them outside for you after I clean you up. Did you get enough pineapple baby?" he crooned indulgently. 

He wet up some paper towels and gently cleaned off her face.

"Yes I did. It was delicious. It tasted better with you stuffing me. Oh Leif I can't wait for you to stuff me whenever you need," she whimpered.

They both knew what the stuffing was about, and he leaned in and kissed her passionately, erotically, greedy, his big tongue everywhere in her mouth, giving her no space to kiss him back, but this sensation was delightful, and she surrendered and gently placed her hands on his shoulders while he grunted with pleasure into her mouth.

Felt so good for him just to explore her mouth recklessly all the sexy thing could do was grunt with masculine pleasure. She loved bringing out this primal part of him. She wanted him to fuck her now right on the fruit cutting board!

It was her mother who brought them back to reality.

"Cut it out you two! The honeymoon is about twenty-four hours away. You'd think you kids could wait that long, Lynne where are the fruit platters!" said his mother.

"I've got them mom. Lynney needs to fix her makeup," said Leif.

"With you around, I hope that poor girl has a whole tube of lipstick just for tomorrow. You need anything else Lynne? She's such a sweet girl, because really she shouldn't be doing anything for this rehearsal dinner," said his mother referring to things in the third person.

It was a funny trait that reminded her of Leif. He did that too when he was busy, or preoccupied.

She fixed her makeup and went outside to the patio to greet, and seat their guests for the rehearsal dinner.

***

It was getting to be dusk outside. Her mother had set up the place settings beautiful with the citronella candles keeping the bugs away. Lynne's fruit platters were front and center serving as placemats.

"Okay places everyone, places!" called her mother loudly. 

Everyone lined up in the order they were to walk down the aisle. Flower Girl first, then the ring bearer, and the rest of the people in their bridal party. Leif had given Lynne strict instructions not to worry about anything, he'd handle it. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 49



And, sure enough, her handsome man had given everyone their marching orders. They were all in the correct locations knew the correct sequence they were walking and everything. He'd also assured her that she wouldn't have to worry about anyone walking her down the aisle. 

So she was shocked to see not just one, but two people flanked at her side, Garret, and her grandmother.

Lynne looked up at them-

"Well I couldn't decide between the two of you, I needed someone to walk me down the aisle, and Leif told me not to worry about it, that he'd take care of it, let you both discuss it to see who wanted to walk me," said Lynne looking confused.

"Yeah, yeah he did baby, but the truth is, we both wanted to walk you down the aisle so badly, that Leif thought we both should walk you down the aisle together. He said we both had touched his heart with how much we cared for you and wanted to give you away that he couldn't chose," said his grandmother.

Lynne looked between the two of them. Granny, her only true loving blood family, and Garrett, her sweet father. Her eyes filled up with water, and she started to cry and giggle with happiness.

"I...I'm sorry. I'm not together...I just..." Lynne wiped her face off with the heel of her hand so that she didn't smear her eyeliner.

"Damn it..."

"It's okay honey, take your time...I warned Leif it might look a little awkward, two people walking you down the aisle. If you want your grandmother to do it alone, I won't be offended. I just couldn't pass up the chance when he asked me, I'm honored to be able to give you away, and I'm happy you are marrying into this family, look forward to you being my daughter, and the grandchildren you're going to give me, and seeing you grow old with my son," said Leif's father in law dotingly patting her shoulder as everyone lined up.

"No, that's not it at all! I don't care if it looks weird. I want both of you. One on one arm, one on the other. I worried...when my parents became estranged from me, and I fell in love with Leif, I worried that I wouldn't feel like I had family during the wedding. Even up until the last minute, I worried about standing out as different because I didn't have a blood father here who loved me enough to walk me down the aisle. But Leif, he's just reached out with that love of his, and rescued me from this feeling. He's surrounded me with beautiful love. Oh hell he brought my granny here. He asked you to walk me down the aisle Garrett, and he shared his beautiful family with me, you, your wife, his brother without reserve. I just feel so loved, and wanted, not just by Leif, but by all of you. So I'm sorry for getting so emotional," said Lynne.

"You don't have nothing to feel sorry for baby, you're just a cry baby is all," said her grandmother.

Her grandmother and father swallowed her in a big old hug, and they each linked an arm with her, to walk her down the aisle.

Lynne was actually glad to have the support of both her grandmother and father to help her down the aisle. She looked towards Leif, standing where the archway would be in the afternoon tomorrow. Lynne could hardly believe that they'd come this far, this soon in their beautiful love, and they would be sharing their vows tomorrow.

Her tears had dried from the outpouring of two very supportive, mature and loving people in her life fighting for the honor to walk her down the aisle when her lousy father didn't want to do it. He'd forfeited the privilege, and now it seemed that two people lobbied for the honor.

Leif looked so handsome standing on the little platform. And he gazed right at her lovingly and smiled.

She heard Matthew teasing him-

"Save some of the googly ass eyes for tomorrow. It's not even the damn wedding day yet," he said.

"Shut up," said Leif softly.

She gave Leif a glance like he was a misbehaving school boy and he stood up straight and tall, ignoring his best man's teasing. Men!

They stood beside each other, and linked arms. Leif and Lynne both wanted to save their special vows for the wedding day.

So the only thing they practiced was how they would stand, and their ring exchange.

But, most important on Leif's agenda was the kiss.

He planted his hands gently in the small of Lynne's back, his fingers branding her with fire as they danced where the skin was exposed In her halter top.

It had been too, too long since she was close to him, and everything else just melted away.

He leaned in towards her to kiss her, and he pressed his lips against hers, chastely at first.

Lynne was shy with all the guests, but he lightly caressed her face, and he boldly pushed her lips apart by pressing on her chin dimple.

She guessed he didn't care who saw them. He grunted into her mouth, and kissed her sweetly, probing his tongue delicately between her lips.

She traced his own tounge delicately with her tongue as though she was sucking a sweet, savory piece of candy, but she refrained from kissing him too raunchily.

He broke off the kiss sweetly pecking her moist lips.

Then he kissed her forehead.

"Tomorrow I won't wrestle with you to taste the inside of your sweet mouth, I'll just be real greedy and embarrass you. I love you, and I'm not embarrassed by the passion and even the greediness that I feel to taste you, and you shouldn't be either, you're my grown and beautiful woman," he murmured tenderly, kissing her forehead again.

He melted Lynne like butter. She felt silly for being embarrassed to kiss him lustily like that at the vow rehearsal, but she loved the way he handled her firmly, yet tenderly. He was so perfect for her in everyway and she couldn't wait to experience this firm, tenderness with him in the bedroom.

"Yes husband," she whispered breathlessly.

"Hell yeah, I like the sound of that," he murmured sweetly and he swatted her bottom.

"Leif!" she cried, giggling and blushing.

The minister chuckled and playfully pronounced them man and wife in less than twenty four hours.

Then, everyone took their places at Lynne's artfully prepared fruit plates and name placeholders to eat the rehearsal dinner.

***

The female minister who was to conduct the ceremony was the first to speak after everyone had sat down and taken their places.

"Lynne wanted me to open up this rehearsal dinner with a prayer. I'm going to do that. She also wanted me to pray over the meal at the reception. I'm not going to be doing that. I think that I'm going to call on Lynne to say the blessing over the beautiful union between she and Leif. Her spiritual yearning is so deep and sincere I already know she'll have the correct words to speak to what the two of them are feeling in their hearts. So, that having been said, I want to say a simple prayer over this meal. We know the presence of God is delighted to see these two on the eve of their union gathered together amongst friends and family to partake a meal and wish a blessing upon their upcoming nuptials. Tomorrow will only confirm what is already in their hearts, and may your blessing be upon it, in the name of the father, the son, and the spirit, Amen," said the female minister.

It was such a beautiful prayer that Lynne was sniffling when she joined the chorus of everyone saying Amen. She was moved that she had such a familial connection, along with a spiritual one, so many family and friends with she and Leif, all at the rehearsal dinner and eagerly awaiting their vows, indeed this would not be a sad affair, scorned with lack of support, but just what Leif had promised her, a joyous celebration of love.

Lynne had wanted the women of the Bridal party to serve the guests the rehearsal dinner. It was just a touch of what she wanted, because she loved caring for others, and wanted her bridal party to show that same concern.

Leif's father had turned a bit of the rehearsal dinner into a fun and games family gathering.

He'd sat up a great big chalkboard next to his barbeque grill, where he stood grilling and smoking all kinds of delicious meats. On the sign he'd written "Lynne and Leif's redneck wedding," and listed hilarious spoofs of the type of meat he was serving, gizzard, chicken butt, turkey throat. Of course that wasn't what he was serving, he had traditional chops, and ribs, and wings, but the sign, replete with misspellings was hilarious and caught everyone's attention. Garrett was being true to his Texas spirit, which was where he'd been reared prior to his family settling in upstate California. 

The bridal party lined up and got several plates and handed them to the guests along with gingham napkins an drinking glasses made out of old time mason jars with the names of each guest written in marker on the front, by Lynne.

Lynne was glad that they loved the glasses. Wait until they saw what she did for the wedding tomorrow. While the bridal party was serving the guests the dishes from the grill, some of the little children who were in the bridal party got into a shoving match and knocked over a box of table favors.

The parents scolded the children harshly. They shouldn't have been shoving each other, but Lynne was patient with the children. She sat them down quietly at the table. She found a coloring book and crayons to occupy the little ones.

Leif came up behind Lynne after she'd laid out all the supplies to turn the children's table into a mini arts and crafts station while they waited for the bridal party to serve them special kid sized hot dogs and hamburgers that Garrett had made.

"That's sweet as hell Lynne. You're so beautiful inside and out," he murmured softly.

While Lynne had been occupying the children, Leif had picked up the box of party favors that they were to pass out at each table that the children knocked over with their rough housing. Lynne thanked Leif for picking it up so quickly so she could get back to serving their guests.

"It's no trouble Leif. They shouldn't have been running around like that, but they are just children. I think part of the problem is that we expect them to behave like little adults and occupy themselves during a big rehearsal dinner, which they probably find boring. Growing up in that church, as an only child, I found myself in so many damn boring situations where I had to act like a little adult. Occasionally I would fail, and I knew I would be getting a spanking. I wanted only once for someone to be in my corner and understand that I didn't have the patience of an adult. Sometimes granny would be my ally, but only once a year on our visits. Anyway, that was why I wanted to have a few games to amuse them tomorrow, so they won't feel bored. I want them to look back on this wedding with fondness. For some of them, this is the first wedding they've ever been to," said Lynne.

"Baby you're so sweet and thoughtful with others. I'm going to reward your thoughtfulness. Your husband saves lists not only of your naughty actions but your sweet as hell cute ones as well, and this one is on top of the list right now, having patience with the kids when I was ready to pull out my hair. You're getting so good at this whole kids thing I better start saving double-time when we get back from the honeymoon," he teased.

After everyone was served, the grooms served the women in the bridal party, and then, themselves. Leif thought that, since the women wanted to serve the guests, it was only right that their men serve them. Lynne loved this was a nice touch and wholeheartedly agreed when he suggested it.

After he set Lynne's plate before her place setting, she pinched him playfully on the ass while the people near their table chuckled. Each member of the male bridal party served the corresponding member of the female bridal party.

After everyone was served, it was time to eat, and they feasted on Garrett's delicious grilling of various meats, and even a few left over fish from the fishing trip of a few days ago.

Then it was time for entertainment.

For entertainment, they had a triva game to see how much Lynne and Leif knew about each other. For the trivia game, Janelle and Leif were asked questions about Lynne and they had to put the answer in a jar, which was then read and scores were tallied for the correct answer. Then Lynne and Matthew did the same thing with Leif. 

Whoever got the most things right won a door prize, which was a huge pitcher of his mother's homemade iced tea with herbal farm honey, and a collection of Garrett's Texas southern cooking Recipes.

Due to Lynne's thoughtful nature and attention to detail she actually won the trivia game. But she only beat Leif by a few points.

She playfully mentioned that since they shared everything, she would give Leif the cookbook, he'd need it if he were going to learn to grill like his father.

Everyone chuckled.

***

They tested out the sound system they'd rented for the reception and they played a little music for everyone. Tomorrow, they'd have a full-fledged DJ on deck. There was some playful dancing to up tempo numbers, and next, they played a game that was actually a couple's scavenger hunt. This game was played by the members of the bridal party, along with Lynne and Leif. 

Lynne and Leif worked hard together, giving each other eye signals and they were adorable searching the yard for the scattered items. But Janelle was loud, and aggressive even though she was playful, bossing Matthew and helping him find items, and Matthew and Janelle actually won this game. The prize was two movie tickets.

"Maybe you two can get to know each other better, after the wedding," teased Leif.

Janelle glared at Leif.

"No, what it means is that I have a free movie ticket to go out to a movie with Lynne if I can ever get her to climb from under you after this wedding," huffed Janelle.

Lynne chuckled.

Finally the party started to wind down. They cleared away plates, cleaned off the make shift plastic table cloths from the table, and helped the wedding planner and his mother arrange the chairs and tables the way they wanted them set up for the reception.

After that was finished they cleaned up the yard, removed the grill station, and started decorating the yard with the party favors, designs, and items that Lynne wanted for the reception.

They did everything but the tablecloths, and things that could get ruined if it rained overnight, although they were not worried about that at all in California. Lynne was proud of herself for having the ingenious idea to have the bridal party help her and her mother decorate the yard somewhat for their big reception tomorrow.

The wedding planner would come early in the morning before she and Leif's private pre-wedding ceremony to hash out the rest of the rehearsal decorations.

Everyone was gone now except Leif, and his family, along with Granny and Janelle. Lynne and Leif sat side by side, drinking her Grannies patented iced tea in glass jars. It was delicious and spiked with a hefty amount of honey, cinnamon, and brown sugar. Leif had taken a few sips and said it was too sweet for it's own good, just like Lynne, while everyone gagged.

"You'll be married tomorrow. I'm glad you found such a nice young man Lynne. Someone kind who cares about you with all his heart. Loved you enough to even bring me here because he thought it would make you happy. I want you to take good care of him, the way I know he will take care of you. I want you to give him a few babies, and I hope I'm here to see them when they get here. If you need anything, remember that I am a phone call away. You can't pick your parents, and if they don't do right by you, it's a shame, but hell Lynne, don't forget you have blood that loves you, even if I'm a few generations removed from you, your granny," said Granny LaReaux.

"Oh Granny I could never forget that. Even though my parents only visited you once a year when I was smaller until I was about thirteen, your home was the main place that I associated with love. I never forgot the love that I felt as soon as I crossed your doorstep. That was why I tried to keep our relationship alive by calling you every week. But Leif has promised me to take me back to your home as often as we can afford," said Lynne.

"Yeah and we promise to bring back the beautiful babies we're gonna make," said Leif, his voice husky with emotion.

"I know you will. And they sure will be beautiful. With the Peterson genes, and the LaReaux genes, these babies will look like little babies that could be on a commercial," said her grandmother.

Lynne chuckled.

"Do you remember what we did with these jars after we finished our tea when you were small Lynne?" asked her grandmother.

"Of course! Catch fireflies!" said Lynne happily.

"Go find the lids to these cute Jars you've made. Can't wait until the guests can see what you are doing for the wedding. You are so creative, and I'm glad you can explore it now that you've gotten away from my stifling ass son and my crazy daughter," said her grandmother ruefully shaking her head.

Lynne chuckled, and went to find lids for their jars.

It was a beautiful night, with a full moon, so Lynne could clearly see everything, including beautiful, bright buzzing fireflies when they returned.

She quickly but stealthily scooped into the air and snapped the lid quickly closed as her grandmother had taught her as a small girl, chuckling with delight when she looked into the jar and saw the beautiful buzzing glow of the firefly.

"That's my girl. The LaReaux cunning and quickness," said her Granny.

Even quicker than Lynne, she nabbed a firefly and closed the lid on the jar. It was especially amazing because Granny LaReaux couldn't see well. She must have gone by the sound of the buzzing to catch the firefly. 

She and granny giggled like schoolgirls putting the jars side by side on the porch railing.

"Beautiful, just beautiful. I love nature. This wedding tomorrow has everything I dreamed of, nature, god, church, family love, and romantic love. I'm so glad we can have the reception outside so we have a natural element," sighed Lynne, putting her head in her grandmother's lap and watching the twinkling of the fireflies.

"Yeah it's gonna be real beautiful baby," said Leif, and he leaned over and ran his fingers through Lynne's hair while her head was resting on her Grandmother's knee.

"Mmm, I feel spoiled with love right now and that's a great feeling for a bride to be!" said Lynne.

Leif looked over at the fireflies on the porch railing.

He picked up the jar that Lynne captured.

"Beautiful. Reminds me of you when we first met. Such pretty colors, such light to give off, but trapped in a small little world, defined by someone else, not allowed to be free," he said tapping the jar.

She looked over into Leif's beautiful blue eyes, and in that instant, she was struck with remorse. She saw the act of catching the fireflies through the eyes of her compassionate, nature loving husband to be. She immediately felt remorse, and actually hurt and ashamed that she'd imprisoned the small pretty creatures in a glass just because she thought their light would be prettier to witness in the confines of the small glass.

"Leif I'm sorry, I didn't think about how...how mean it was to trap them like that. It was just fun when I was small and I associated it with visiting my grandma, and Louisiana, and sweet tea, things like that, but it's not very loving to God's creatures. I'm sorry," said Lynne softly.

"You don't have to apologize to me. I know a lot of people don't think about it, I didn't think about it either when I was younger, and I trapped a hell of a lot of fireflies. They are pretty to look at. You're pretty to look at, but I always want you to fly free. And I know you'll always come flying back to me. Tomorrow, when you become my wife, we're going to open the lid," said Leif lovingly, and he opened the lid on the jar with the firefly enclosed inside. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 49



"And, I'm not at all worried about opening the lid, because I'm going to be so loving and good to you, that I know you'll come flying back to my arms and right up under my wings for the protection and warmth that I can provide every single night. And you're gonna feel a hell of a lot less alone than you did when the jar was clamped tight and you couldn't really fly anywhere," said Leif.

The firefly flew out of the jar. He buzzed around them, and almost as though Leif was a prophet, the firefly flew around them and lighted on Leif's hand, stayed there for a second, and flew on Lynne's check, landing softly.

Lynne screwed her face up and chuckled with sheer pleasure.

He stroked her hair.

"Don't move too much or he'll fly away. He's just like you, he needs to be handled with care, and have a secure resting place. And that's what I'm going to give to you. And tomorrow we just make that official before God and man," he added dotingly.

The firefly lit on Lynne's cheek and it glowed.

"Damn, it's so pretty, I can see the glow all around me," said Lynne.

A tear streamed down her cheek and the firefly flew away.

"Lord, that was so damn beautiful, I'm going to need a box of tissues to make it down the aisle," said his grandmother.

Everyone on the porch chucked.

"Come on, walk with me alone in the garden, then I'll tuck you into bed and give you a goodnight kiss. And, when you wake up tomorrow morning, we'll be getting married. When the afternoon comes, you'll be my little wifey," he added with a grin.

"And you'll be my beautiful husband and we'll never have to part," sighed Lynne dreamily.

***

With the fireflies earlier, Leif could tell that Lynne was touched that he didn't get upset with her for trapping the fireflies in the jar. Of course it was cruel, but he used to do it too before he became such a hippie and so adamant about protecting God's creatures.

But he saw it as a beautiful metaphor to teach Lynne. He'd always be patient with her. She'd always have his loving care. There was no reason to fear the much bigger world she was being introduced to, bigger than the world outside of her parents cultish religion and their former family, because Lynne could fly free and explore her dreams, knowing she always had a safe place to land in his arms, each and every night while she would be cherished. It was a good lesson for her to learn.

He also loved showing her over, and over, with patience that he wasn't going to be harsh with her or criticize her roughly when she did something wrong. It was his job to show patience and love. Kindness and concern. She thrived when he showed her this care, which he felt from the depths of his soul! 

She looked up at him in the moonlight taking his hand and looked positively lovesick. They'd walked far off from everyone else on the porch, and no one could see them any longer, only their shadows.

Lynne was damn beautiful, her honey colored skin glowing in the moonlight. She was wearing the cutest little yellow summery skirt and blouse, a pencil skirt with a ruffle filled top that lightly showed her mid-drift and her broad and sexy shoulders.

"You are just too damn perfect and gorgeous, and I am so lucky to be marrying you tomorrow. I promise from the bottom of my heart, that I won't forget to stop and smell all the roses and make love to you often, even after you bless me and allow me to fuck you, it's the single thing I've wanted more than anything since we've met except the one thing that even this evening I'm now realizing means more to me than anything. Oh hell, Lynne, I just want you to love me beautiful, and I don't care where, or how, whether we are sitting side by side and watching the cartoons that you love, cuddling and taking a nap, or I have you bent over the couch and I'm biting your neck while I'm slamming my dick into you," he murmured kissing her forehead.

"All of those sound lovely to me Leif. I want to be there with you in each one. Oh fuck, I'm sorry I was so shy to kiss you nastily at first during the rehearsal dinner, but I won't let you down for the wedding. I want to practice now. You're kind to me baby but you love me in a passionate way, and I don't know much about love but I think that those ways, the passionate ways, and the tender ways are a unique and irresistible combination, and I'm a lucky woman," murmured Lynne.

She pulled him towards her by his dreadlocks, startling him slightly and he chuckled.

She grabbed his chin, stood up on her tippy toes, and forced his mouth apart with her own probing lips.

"Mmm...Lynney," he moaned erotically but his mouth was already full of her tantalizing kisses.

He could taste the flavor of her mouth, and the honey and brown sugar from the tea and it was intoxicating.

He gripped some of her hair, pulling her head backwards, and hunched downward so he could get more control over the kiss, rolling his large tongue around in her mouth, savoring the flavor as he sucked her tongue, and she whimpered with pleasure the vibrations of her mouth and tongue against his own filling Leif with masculine pleasure.

He grunted, and cupped her buttocks.

What he would give to make everyone's shadows on the porch just disappear into the moonlight. Have the minister come over and perform a quick ceremony and quickly disappear.

He could push her right down in the middle of the strawberry patch that they were standing in, and fuck her right between the bushes, in the moonlight, they could consummate their marriage, and he would stuff his little Lynney with strawberries while she lay in his chest until she felt full contented and sleepy with the fruit and his dick.

Erotic as hell. His kissing became more urgent with the longings of his fantasy and he pulled her close to him by her delicate waist so she could feel his erection, throbbing for her through his jean shorts. 

She whimpered when she felt it.

"I can't wait. I want to be your good girl," she murmured breaking off the kiss.

"You like that don't you? Like for me to tell you that you're my good girl. You are a good girl Lynne, and very special to your husband. I'll tell you anything you enjoy hearing tomorrow, baby I promise you, all night through. Let's have dessert. Sit with me in the strawberry patch," he added.

He sat down and pulled Lynne between his legs.

"You better mean literal dessert. I mean I know we are shadows and our bottoms are hidden in these bushes, but if we start hopping up and down happily even blind ass granny will know what is up," said Lynne.

"You nasty little thing you, your mind is always dirty and thinking about sex with your husband. Good for you, because you're going to be doing lots of fucking and you wouldn't survive life with your horny perverted husband, unless you were filthy minded like you are proving to be," he added playfully nuzzling the crown of her hair with his nose.

She punched him in his stomach playfully.

"Ouch. What did I tell you about roughing me up? You might be cute, but you're a fucking monster too," he said playfully.

Lynne giggled and her eyes shined with her playfulness. He adored her.

They started kissing again, and Lynne groaned.

He pulled her further into his lap, and she straddled him while he sat Indian style.

Because she was wearing a skirt, he could feel the dampness and the heat of the cotton crotch of her panties even through his jean shorts while they kissed.

"God, I'm going to be so fucking lucky! I can't wait to be inside you again, but this time nice and rough sweet heart," he groaned close to her lips.

"I can't wait either," panted Lynne, lustily grinding and pressing her crotch up to him roughly.

"Now, what was that shit you were saying about bobbing heads in the strawberry bushes. If you're gonna grind your mans dick, at least make it something worth talking about, and not through clothes. Shadows dry humping look about the same as shadows fucking," he offered playfully.

Lynne chuckled.

"I want to feed you dessert. I'm always gonna feed you and care for you as your husband," he murmured.

It was a pledge he was making to her in the grass, an extension of what their private vows would be when they got up in the morning.

He plucked a strawberry from the bush. He pushed it into her mouth. She sucked it, bit it softly in half and fed the rest to him.

"I'm gonna feed you and care for you too," she murmured dreamily.

She was so sweet. He chuckled and he kissed her nose.

They fed each other several strawberries in this fashion, one biting and sucking, then feeding the other half to each other. They were all the best and brightest parts of each other and completed each other intensely.

"Let me put you to bed Lynney and give you your very last goodnight kiss before we get married. You've already been my wife in my heart for a long time, probably since I touched you while you were standing at the bookcase. But now, hell, you're really gonna be Ms. Leif Peterson. I guess that makes me Mr. Lynne Peterson, but don't get carried away with that shit," he added with a playful chuckle helping her out of the grass.

"I won't, I promise. But that's sexy as hell for you to even say that. I love how liberal you are," she murmured adoringly. 

"Come on little Lynne Miller. Time for bed. When you wake up tomorrow, you'll be Lynne Peterson. You'll really belong to your husband, and I can't wait for you to be mine," he murmured huskily.

"Me neither. And not just to fuck either. Just for everything, all the feelings in our heart to be official," she murmured sweetly as he escorted her into the house by his elbow.

"Hell yeah sweetie," he added walking her up the stairs and down the hall to his old bedroom.

"I'm glad we are turning in relatively early. At least by midnight. I want to get good sleep so I look pretty in my pictures," she added with a smile.

"You'd look pretty even with bags under your eyes but I understand wanting a good night's sleep as vain as you are," he quipped playfully.

"I know you aren't calling me vain Mr. Primp and preen my dreads until they hang perfectly," teased Lynne.

"That's not preening! You need to lay them right or they get fuzzy and lint balls and shit!" said Leif.

"I love it when you get defensive. I'm also looking forward to being able to tease you, now not just as your girlfriend but your wife, teasing your ass mercilessly like you deserve," said Lynne.

Leif smacked her bottom hard.

"Ouch, you always smack my butt as your defense when I get the best of you, because you know I'm right," said Lynne.

He laughed, pinched her butt and she squealed.

God she was so damn cute all the noises she made! She'd make so many damn noises she probably never knew she'd make before while he gorged her with his dick tomorrow evening, and the rest of their lives!

"Lynney where are your pajamas. I'll help you get them on and kiss you goodnight," he added pulling her into his lap.

"I...I just want you to kiss me good night. When we...when we get married tomorrow, will you get my pajamas out for me, and kiss me goodnight," she asked sweetly.

She looked up at him with those sweet, shy eyes. His heart pounded with love for her. Of course he'd get her pajamas out for her, put them on her, and kiss her goodnight. He lived to do that for her, each time she wanted for the rest of their lives! That was why he was marrying her! 

"Hell yeah, I told you a few nights ago baby, I'd do all that, plus so much more to get you ready if you want, read you a story, draw you a bath, fix you a hot cup of tea, whatever makes you feel comfy and safe when I tuck my wife in," he added dotingly, tousling her hair lovingly.

"Then can I save that for tomorrow night? I look forward to you giving me my Jammies and fixing me a cup of tea and reading me a story. Some shit like the Alchemist or something. I never had that, always had to read bible shit, or propaganda literature before bedtime when I was growing up. When you do those soothing things to me, and rock me close to you and fix me a cup of tea it feels good as hell Leif, new, safe secure shit I never felt before. I want to save my reward for after I become a wife," said Lynne with a soft smile. 

It hurt Leif to feel that their marriage was the first time that she'd be getting really soothing treatment before bedtime!

When she said things like that, showing how much she loved the doting affection he wanted to show, his heart ached with the desire to fill her up with more care than she ever knew, and make her feel good for the rest of their days. Lynne thrived in his doting care!

He felt privileged to be getting to love such a beautiful woman who craved tenderness and knew how to appreciate it! He loved filling her up full to bursting with those special feelings.

Wait until she saw what bedtime would be like tomorrow. He was trying to put on some steely reserve now so he could make it through what he had planned without crying. She was going to know she was his special sweetheart, and she was his most important possession, and each night she'd be cared for. 

"Sure darling. We'll do lots of special things to tuck you in to sleep next to your husband nicely tomorrow. In the meantime, where's my goodnight kiss," he said playfully.

Lynne leaned in sweetly and pecked him on his lips.

He sat on the foot of the bed and he kissed her forehead again and again.

She giggled with delight.

He still insisted on turning the covers back for her.

He tousled her hair.

"You sure you don't want me to help you with your pajamas? I'll still do a lot of new cool shit for you tomorrow after we say our vows when it's time to sleep," he added dotingly.

"No, let's save it, just like fucking," said Lynne with a sweet grin.

"Okay baby. The hardest thing I ever have to do in the last few days is leave you in another bed. Tonight is the last night of that hard shit. Can't wait to feel you sleep close to me tomorrow night. I'll never take for granted having you in my arms the whole night through ever! This week apart is a good lesson on how special feeling you breathing close to me is. Goodnight lovely," he added tenderly kissing her forehead.

"Goodnight Leif. I can't wait until tomorrow night when you are really my husband.

"Me either baby. Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite," he said playfully handing her the pajamas she was going to wear.

"You either," said Lynne.

He blew a kiss at Lynne, and shut the door behind him.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 50



Dear faithful readers,

It's finally here, the Wedding Ceremony. I think to tell their wedding story with the care it deserves, the wedding will be presented in three acts, as there is a spiritual ceremony, a legal ceremony, and a reception to celebrate their love as well.

It might seem long to some of the readers who are not as interested in their story, but I thought for those who really love these two, and want to see the connection between them grow and develop, it was extremely important to include a high level of detail.

You all have loved this story and rooted for Leif and Lynne all along, and I think you deserve to be let into their innermost thoughts, the anticipation they feel, the love for one another, the love they share for their families, the romance, the passion, the sexual feelings. I tried to capture it all, and I hope by the end of the three acts you feel as though you were actually there, in their heads watching them get married. I drafted several versions, and this was the one I came up with. Hope you like it.

Your comments and feedback have inspired me so much, I have decided to take a writing class to hone my craft further.

Thanks to each and every one of you.

Mich80new :)

***

It was the big morning. His buddies had warned him, and even his father had said it would be normal to feel cold feet, but remember that he was doing the right thing, because of the love he felt for Lynne. And yet, Leif didn't feel any cold feet at all. 

And so the first thing he did was send his baby a text message

No cold feet. Today begins the happiest days of my life. Today you become my wife. 

He sent a picture of himself wearing a sleepy assed smile.

He knew he wasn't supposed to see her before their private vows, but he couldn't help communicating with her.

He loved her so much, wondered what she was doing, if she was up yet, if she was dressed, and dreamed about how much he loved the scent on her neck and her pussy early in the morning, while she still smelled natural, and heavily, like musky sugar cookies. 

***

Lynne's response:

"No cold feet here either! Woke up excited. Could barely sleep last night. Tossed and turned and dreamed of you and our wedding today so much. It's the happiest day of my life too. Can't wait to see you at both altars. I love you," she added.

She took a picture of herself wearing a big grin.

They were having two ceremonies, one spiritual, which they were conducting at the beach, and the official ceremony in the church.

Only the bridal party and a few close friends and relatives would be at this spiritual ceremony.

When Leif suggested this idea, Lynne thought it was romantic as hell. Leif felt that because what they knew about god, and religion, and even marriage was so subjective to individual human experience, he wanted them to have their own marriage ceremony, just as he imagined the first man and woman probably did, where they officiated it, and pledged their love. That was all that he felt was probably involved in the first few marriages. It was a contract between man, and wife, and whatever higher being the two believed in.

The license, and all of that other stuff, the ceremony conducted by someone else, the marching in the aisle, and the other traditions, he felt like that was secondary to their spiritual and emotional union. So he wanted a spiritual wedding that they did on their own as souls uniting privately with no legal matters, and nothing else in the way, but their spirits uniting and marrying. They had their own special vows, their own things they wanted to do in this private ceremony, where they determined the ritual and the spiritual symbol of their love, unpolluted by man made traditions. They still wanted the minister present to give a bit of direction, but when Lynne told her about their ideas, the minister thought it was simply beautiful. It felt good to have her support. 

After their spiritual wedding, for legal and traditional purposes, they would have their beautiful wedding in the church. Lynne sighed with happiness, when she thought about the spiritual union of their love. He was so damn sensual and deep, and she supposed that when their bodies came together later in the evening, that too would be like a physical manifestation of their marriage vows. She couldn't wait to be in the limo with him, to tell him that. 

She was going to have her hair and makeup professionally arranged for the church ceremony but she was doing her own makeup for the pre-ceremony on the beach. Leif had wanted her to look natural, like she normally was. She'd gotten a pretty, cotton like sundress to wear, and she'd set her hair on rollers the night before after Leif put her to bed, and she painstakingly combed out the pin curls. Later on, for the second part of the ceremony she couldn't wait to see what the hairdresser would do with these abundant curls. They came out lovely.

The house was quiet, and no one was yet stirring so Lynne knew she was the first up, and their pre-ceremony vows would occur soon after the sunlight. Lynne put on some concealer, some nude pink lipstick, very light pale sky blue eye shadow and just a smidgeon of blush.

She wanted to look beautiful, yet earthy and natural for Leif. The plan was for the two of them to meet each other on the beach, and bring the respective members of the bridal party, and members of the family to witness their private spiritual "wedding" before the wedding in church.

Lynne loved Leif so much, and she felt like the luckiest woman in the world. She thought her heart would burst before she even made it to the first altar. She was glad when she heard stirring in the house, and realized that Leif's family and Janelle were finally up and getting ready. The noise and their stirring occupied her mind and quite literally kept her from bouncing off the walls with glee. She didn't feel any cold feet either, just an anxiousness to get the ceremony started, so she could enjoy the day with the man who would be her husband, and finally get to experience the fierce, greedy loving that her soul craved. 

First thing Janelle did was swallow her in a hug.

"I can't wait to see how this hippie dippie wedding shit turns out. When I saw you two, six months ago, at the coffee shop, and how you were vibing and shit, I knew then that you belonged together. But I didn't imagine you two would be tying the knot so soon. Just the fact that you all have this whole wedding planned out the way that you do...it's beautiful as hell, and it suits the two of you," said Janelle.

"I think it suits me too. I can't wait to see him," said Lynne.

Janelle arranged Lynne's hair a little bit around her shoulders. 

The hairdresser had already styled Janelle's hair, pulling her huge afro back into beautiful, elaborate cornrows which finished with an afro puff. Janelle dressed in a casual sundress in the same color as the formal bridal gown she would be wearing later in the day. Lynne had decided on a multihued wedding. 

She wanted the different colors to symbolize the many facets of their love, and the beautiful blending of colors and cultures that she felt would represent their union. So Janelle was dressed in Lynne's favorite color as her Maid of Honor, wearing a beautiful dress in a midtone blue, which showcased Janelle's chocolate skin beautifully. The second color for her Caucasian High school girlfriend was a beautiful emerald, which shimmered against her ivory skin in a gorgeous way. Next, she had a vivacious red color for her Caucasian girlfriend form middle school. Lastly, her nightclub associate wore a beautiful dark pink dress. Since she had a caramel colored complexion, the dark pink dress was a nice accent to her complexion as well. 

Leif loved the color pallets. He said they were like all the pretty colors in a Crayola crayon box. It reminded him of their love, and it made the wedding decorations and the theme a festive one, that popped with bright colors, but yet, everything blended, and he felt that was reflective of their love. She was touched that he'd loved the color pallets she'd selected so much, and understood the care that she'd put into finding the right color scheme. Planning the colors and each facet of the ceremony meant everything to Lynne, since that type of planning was forbidden in her formal lifestyle. Weddings in her former cult like church were supervised down to the final detail, including the music choices (had to be hymns from the church), length of dresses (nothing above the knee, no backs or cleavage to show, woman must wear a head covering or veil), and the vows (no custom vows, wedding must be performed by pastor of church). 

As a creative soul, the freedom to plan her own wedding ceremonies, their colors and actions something she thought she'd be deprived of almost since birth, was so beautiful that she got teary eyed when Janelle helped Lynne get her first dress for the day, out of the closet. Lynne had chosen a beautiful, white, cotton tank style dressed with elaborate pleats and piping that sort of resembled the stiches of a quilt. The dress was shorter, stopped about mid thigh, and while in no way immodest, made good use of showing off the pear shaped body that she had, hugging her curves, all while leaving a little to the imagination. It was a beautiful, pure white summer dress, a little bit fancier than a dress that a woman would wear to a nice evening dinner at a restaurant near the beach.

She also had beautiful white wedged sandals, only to ride in the limo which would drop them off at the beach. She and Leif had opened to go barefoot for this first, spiritual ceremony. They'd wanted to be in touch with mother nature, and felt that the appropriate way to do that would be to feel the earth under their feet as they performed their very own spiritual marriage.

Janelle had proceeded to lift Lynne's dress out of the dry cleaning bag and set her shoes out, because Lynne was crying.

"Oh Now, honey don't be nervous. This is normal. Just think about how much fun you'll be having tonight. We don't even know where you are going Leif got that shit so secret, but it probably doesn't matter anyway, that boy has his head so far up your ass you'll be lucky if he lets you out of the room. He's probably gonna stuff you full of room service, liquor, and pot, and keep you up all night long, slamming you against the bedframe. You'll probably need a week of Epson salt baths to soak your sore little self after your honeymoon," chided Janelle.

Lynne laughed through her tears.

"I'm not nervous. Is that part normal? I feel full and I just can't wait. I hope we don't beat him out there to the beach, because I guess that would look weird, but I already can't wait to marry him. I feel so full. I got to pick my own colors, my own dresses, our own vows. I've been supported and loved by each of you, in your own way, each and every day leading up to this shit. Leif, hell, he's spoiling me rotten already and already promising me more. My mother has taken me under her wing, treating me like a daughter and helping me pull pranks. My only fight with my father in law is that my husband doesn't want to accept so much generosity because he wants the space to become his own man financially. My brother in law keeps teasing me because he wants us to be the first in the family to have a baby so he can have a test run as the uncle, before he has his own kid. Janelle I'm so full in my heart right now. I never imagined it could be so beautiful if I just trusted Leif. It's just the opposite of all the hate, hurt and fear I've ever been taught, and I'm so lucky I just can't stop crying. I haven't even really started in on how I feel for Leif, but look at this experience he has created for me. You have created for me, and his mother, and the day has not even started yet," said Lynne.

"Well guess what, you deserve it. You're a beautiful person Lynne. I loved you like a little sister from the moment we met in college, you were just so damn shy in the beginning, but once we got over that, I couldn't imagine having a better friend. Now, I knew this shit was going to happen. You've ruined your makeup. Start again and I'll make sure nothing needs to be ironed on your first dress!" said Janelle.

Lynne looked at herself sheepishly in the mirror. She did streak her whole face with tears. 

She went in the bathroom, washed her face with cold water, and started again. She couldn't think one thought about how much she loved Leif, or she was done, and water works were on again.

She patted her face dry and miraculously the puffiness disappeared from under her eyes as she powdered her face with light concealer and started again on her nude makeup. She saw Janelle watching her out of the corner of her eye and smiling.

"Your face is always gorgeous as hell. One day, I'm gonna learn to apply makeup like that. I guess it helps that you're so pretty too," said Janelle.

"I can't believe you are buttering me up so good girl. I must be getting married today. You're gonna look gorgeous too," said Lynne.

"Yeah, I know, but today is your day. I never thought it before, never wanted to get married, but I'm happy as hell for you Lynne. And, what you've got planned today, the shit seems like it's going to be so beautiful and fun. It's not even my wedding day and I can't wait. Maybe it would be nice to be married some day. Will you check in with me in six months and tell me how much you like married life. Man, I can't even see myself setting down with a brotha," said Janelle.

"I can. When you find your soulmate like I've found it in Leif, you won't want anyone or anything else around to fuck it up. Hell I wanted him to ask him to marry me after he got me off the first time. Thank god my hormones and heart calmed down enough to be patient. But...it turned out with Leif I had nothing to be afraid of. You'll know when the time is right. But I better be maid of honor on that shit or I'm never talking to you again," said Lynne.

"Who the hell else would put up with my crazy ass and planning a wedding but you," teased Janelle, helping Lynne zipper her dress.

Lynne's cellphone flashed with a text message. She and Leif were supposed to coordinate their arrival to this spiritual ceremony so it occurred at the same time.

So she was startled to already be receiving a message from Leif, looking gorgeous in wide legged, dressy type white silk skater pants, and his white open silk shirt, which they'd chosen for the spiritual part of the ceremony. He had beautiful shells on the tips of his dreadlocks, and he wore his hair in a ponytail pulled up off of his hair slightly. This would have significance during their spiritual ceremony. The background clearly showed he was already on the beach. 

"I know I was supposed to text you when I was ready to leave. I left the limo and the guys behind. I walked. I'm sorry. The limo driver took too damn long. I just couldn't wait to get there baby, so I can marry you in spirit first, and then in flesh at the church. I just couldn't wait to get to the altar and be your husband. I'm sorry I was bad sweetheart. You can punish me, all night on the honeymoon," he added with a wink emoticon.

The phone started shaking and trembling in Lynne's hand. She hugged her own shoulders to fight the urge to cry. It was so damn beautiful, and she was more full than she'd ever imagined. Imagine that. Most men were afraid to go to the altar. Most tales were about men escaping and running away. Her man loved her so much he ran like a naughty little boy to get to the altar because he couldn't wait, like she was such a present to behold, and something so precious and true that he was about to lay claim to, and he didn't want to hesitate for a second. And it also signified something else. That he'd always be there for her. He was going to be there for her before she got there. He wanted her to know that he was going to be there, and he wasn't going to let her down, not even for a moment. So different from what she'd learned from her parents. If she didn't want the church, they were ghost. But her new family, with this man she was marrying, he wanted to be there. And it wasn't out of duty or obligation. It was because he loved her. She finally felt so worthy. She loved him that same beautiful way. 

"What's wrong, you looking at your phone, looking like you have turrets or something, I know you and Leif aren't playing kinky with the phone this morning, do I need to leave the room," snapped Janelle playfully as her mother rounded the corner.

"Oh, you two, you think you'd cut it out for once. What do you young people call it? Sexts. No sexting this morning, save that for later. You better be serious and organized, I thought you two wanted to get to the altar at the same time for this spiritual union. I think this idea is beautiful. I hope you don't mind if your father and I steal this idea for our fifteen year anniversary. And we want you and Leif to conduct our ceremony, since you two are learning so much about married love. But, put the phone down missy. Are Leif and the guys ready? The limo driver for the boys is already here, and our Limo driver should be here pretty shortly. It's a short ride to the beach," said her mother in law as though checking off every task. 

She was so organized, just like Lynne, the opposite of Leif, and it was a clear case of Leif being attracted to qualities that he'd seen in his mother within Lynne.

"Leif...your son...my husband, he couldn't wait for the Limo driver. Said he couldn't wait, and he just sent me a text message where he is already at the altar, waiting to be my husband. Said the limo driver took too damn long. Can you believe he snuck away from everyone else and walked to the altar and took a twenty-minute walk to the beach because he couldn't wait to marry me. Damn, I'm so lucky Mom, and I wish I'd thought about sneaking off to the beach too. He didn't want me waiting for him " said Lynne.

"I don't. All this damn work with the spiritual ceremony, you all might get started without us, and we wouldn't be able to enjoy it. And god forbid the minister catch you two rolling in the sand and starting on the grandbabies. I mean, I know she's liberal, but there is only so much that she, and my own eyes can take," said his mother playfully.

Lynne chuckled.

"Oh Linda, your son is so beautiful, thank you for sharing him with me. I guess the boys, and our girls better get down to the altar. I don't want to leave my husband waiting too long," said Lynne and she winked.

"Oh brother. You can have Leif, no need to share. I take it he does the laundry so you don't have to smell his socks, otherwise you would know why I'm giving him to you, no sharing involved. Yeah, you can have him, just come back every few months or so to visit," said Linda.

Lynne chuckled while Linda straightened her dress on her shoulders.

"You're going to make a pretty spiritual bride, or whatever you two are calling it," said his mother playfully.

Lynne giggled more.

"Thank you for understanding what this means to us," said Lynne.

"Oh I'm just happy to get to share in this day. Leif is always in the neighborhood of a mess. Running away to the altar on his own time! It's typical Leif, he always has to do things his way. And he can't wait. Lynne when I looked in his eyes at the airport, when you two were off playing together before you saw me, I knew he'd marry you. I saw such love in his eyes. I'd never seen Leif look at anyone, or anything like that before. Except maybe a Guinness or a cheeseburger, or a guitar. I knew that, if Leif would ever settle down it would be with you. You mean everything to him, even when he's being gruff and masculine. He worries to death about you and cares deeply for you. I know you know this. Don't break my son's heart. And if he breaks your heart, I will break his knees, that is a promise to you. I'm glad that after today, you'll be my daughter legally but just know that you were always my daughter in my heart all along. I'm not even going to say anything crazy about grandchildren, I can't believe Garrett is already demanding that you name the first born son after him," said his mother playfully.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 50



"I know, between Garrett and Leif, I'm in hot water with the firstborn. I'm hoping it'll be a girl, so Garrett won't be mad about about me naming him after Leif. But...if it's a girl maybe we'll name it Linda," said Lynne playfully.

Her mother chuckled.

"Don't do that to that poor child. You might name it after Auntie Janelle, a much more modern and sophisticated name," said Lynne.

"Ladies. Live in the present. Let's get this wedding started. Besides, I think as a modern woman, Lynne should consider naming the child after herself, or a derivative of her own name," said Janelle.

"I can't wait to get to the beach with my man," said Lynne, trudging down the staircase, and forcing Linda and Janette, and the rest of the bridal party to hurry up and follow her to the Limo.

***

As soon as he texted Lynne, his smiling face, and the fact that he didn't have cold feet, and saw her adorable response about being so excited that she couldn't sleep, he could not wait to get to their first altar, the spiritual one and be there for Lynne, be the knight in shining armor that he'd wanted to be when he rescued her from the mouse. Waiting to love her, care for her, and profess before the entire world that he wanted to unite with her as one flesh. Wanted to feed and care for her spiritually, emotionally, sexually. Wanted to receive her heartfelt devotion, love, and adoration in all the ways she'd already shown him, but in a deeper bond, man and wife, wed in a spiritual sense, physical sense, and an emotionally one.

Hell he loved Lynne so much, if it hadn't been for him wanting Lynne to have what she wanted on this day, and since she'd always dreamed of a white wedding, and what it meant to her, he wanted her to have that experience- he would have suggested they elope. He'd wanted to marry Lynne months ago, almost from the moment he touched her, but certainly he'd known when he came back to get her and bring her back to his apartment after they'd spent the week together at her place because he just could no longer imagine his life without her. If he thought she'd say yes, he'd have asked then, before he'd even known her a month. 

In retrospect, Lynne would have been terrified, and she'd needed to grow up a little bit more first, so things worked out as they should have, but now that he knew she was ready emotionally for all that big love he had to share, he couldn't wait! 

It wasn't even about fucking her, even though he sure as hell couldn't wait to thrust his aching cock hard and deeply within her. His cock throbbed with exquisite pleasure pain every time he thought of how sexy she was. It had been so long since he'd had a good nut, over a week, he didn't know how he'd fight the urge to come as soon as any part of her made contact with his dick. But the chance to fuck her that evening wasn't even the reason why he'd rushed to the beach like a happy little boy on Christmas day.

He rushed because his heart ached now for Lynne. Separating from her each night left a void in his heart that was painful. He ached when he kissed his baby goodnight and went back to his single bed. He was desperately incomplete without that smooth buttery skin close to his, and the smell of her head scarfs, and the base of her neck. Without the sound of her lilting giggle, her soft sleepy conversation, her satisfied purrs, moaning, and screams during sex, or the sound of her snoring and slobbering on him. Yes, he was so lovesick for her, he didn't mind when she bathed him in pockets of drool when she slept hard. 

He wanted her to know how loved she was. Wanted it very clear to Lynne that he wanted her and couldn't wait to be her husband! So much so that he'd walk a twenty minutes a distance it would have taken three minutes to drive, because the limo wasn't ready yet, but he didn't want to keep his baby waiting. It was not enough to meet her at the same time, no, he wanted her to know that he'd always be there for her, waiting, to watch over and protect her with love, tenderness, passion, and yes, even the greed he knew they needed to express for each other. He wanted to be the first thing she lay eyes on when she came to that beach. Wanted her to know she could run to his arms to cuddle, to be made love to, to fuck, but most importantly, to symbolize their love on this most precious day.

It was his way of saying to Lynne in a non-verbal way, that he'd never let her down and she'd never be wanting for anything anymore. He'd always be right there, and he treasured the chance to show her that with the lousy way her family had treated the precious little creature. He was her lover, but now, he was also her husband and family. And, he was not about to let her down, she'd never know that harsh feeling she'd known, ever again!

He wondered what she'd be wearing to their spiritual ceremony. Like the traditional vows they'd say later in the day, she'd kept her outfit and grooming choice a secret from him. So, he couldn't wait to know what she'd planned. Whatever it was, he was sure she'd be equal measures sexy and adorable. She knew perfectly how to dress in ways that accented her beauty and sensuality, without looking slutty. And he expected no less today. He was glad they were having this spiritual wedding. He wanted to see his beautiful bride earthy, natural, and raw, with her own makeup, and beautiful dress before the wedding stylist got a hold of her, and she was sheathed in a beautiful and elaborate gown.

The fact that she was so in tune to this spiritual part of the wedding, as well as the traditional part let him know how much she was the woman for him. And boy, was he glad that he'd saved fucking, and the rougher stuff. When he united with her in physical ecstasy, no longer needing to hold back out of fear of hurting her, or frightening her, they would be consummating their union on such a deep, beautiful fleshly level. The thought of it, colliding passionately against her sweet soft body, and greedily gulping down all the love he could savor until the next time he was thirsty for her made his breath quicken.

His heart thudded in his chest, and he felt his cock start to tingle a bit. The limos should be here soon. He took out his cellphone and shot a few pictures to always remember this spiritual moment, the sun just starting to take place in the sky. He made sure he had his gifts ready for his baby, and couldn't wait to exchange with her and see what she brought.

Couldn't wait to hold her again, so tight to him, feel her close to him, smell her, and hear that adorable Brooklyn accent saying their vows. It felt like it would be a long wait, especially the way women like his bride were, little diva that she was. Even without the professional makeup he was sure she was primping and preening and it was going to take her forever to get to the ceremony and he simply couldn't wait. The happiest day of his life!

Off in the corner, he saw a shadow, wearing a beautiful white, cotton sheath of a dress, and he knew it was his butter colored Lynne. He looked over towards her, and even though she was a bit far from the surf of the beach where they'd have their first part of the ceremony, her beautiful shoulder length hair, and all the feathery curls started to blow a little bit in the wind.

Even a tiny speck far away from him, she was delicate, beautiful and shapely and he wanted to swallow her up into his arms and make himself whole again. And, it was as though she heard his internal whispering.

"Leif!" she cried out, and he saw the rest of the bridal party beginning to emerge behind her. It was very important to the two of them that there be no marching for this first ceremony. It was spiritual and they wanted everything to reflect the purity of a service before man-made traditions set in. There'd be plenty of time for a traditional service with marching and gowns in a few short hours. For the spiritual wedding, they just wanted to come together as a couple in the middle of the beach, and have their family and friends standing off to the side as onlookers. 

All of a sudden, he saw her tiny figure running eagerly toward him.

Shit! He thought he'd burst with love. His eyes felt watery and he could hardly see her figure. He loved her so much he walked to the beach so he'd be waiting there patiently for her at the altar even though the plan was to arrive at the same time, so she'd know what a gift he felt like he was about to receive in her hand in marriage, and now, she couldn't wait to be near him so much she was running towards him, carrying an adorable cloud of sand in her wake.

It also represented her being free in his love, and knowing that she was wanted, and loved, and he was thrilled that she was such a happy bundle of energy as a beautiful bride. She was kicking up sand, running impetuously towards him and grinning like a happy little girl! She was thrilled! He'd heard stories about brides being nervous and somber and crying on their wedding days, and he was sure Lynne would cry later, but right now there was utter joy while she scurried towards him. Utter joy and happiness knowing she'd be wanted and adored and cherished exactly as she was! She could run and be happy and even if she got her dress messy, or tripped and fell due to her excitement, she knew her husband would brush the sand off of her and adore her. He loved to inspire that level of love, confidence and security in his Lynne. Spiritual union indeed! 

He didn't want her to hurt herself with excitement but even though she was just a speck he felt his own heart quicken with the excitement to close the distance between himself and his sweetie on their wedding day, so he ran towards her, even though he knew that running towards her would make her even more rambunctious. But she was fucking adorable! 

"Lynney!" he cried out lovingly, and he darted towards her, they were both running eagerly towards each other as the surf pounded in the background, trying to meet each other halfway. 

Never could he have thought that he would love a woman so much that he'd be racing to take her into this arms on the wedding day.

The other members of the bridal party, his family and her granny had stopped to point, cluck, giggle and take photographs while the minster walked slowly towards the couple in the distance.

Finally he was close enough so he could see her, bouncing, beautiful dark brown curls, and gorgeous big milky brown eyes, beautiful beige creamy skin highlighted perfectly in the morning sunlight, in a beautiful, sheath of a cotton tank dress showcasing her gorgeous petite pear shaped body, small, perky, little tits, long sexy legs and candy painted toenails bare in the sand.

Fucking Gorgeous.

And his! Today was the day where they'd make that shit official. 

"I can't believe I'm finally going to be your husband today, for real, It makes me so happy baby, I couldn't wait to get here! Just couldn't wait for those damn limos, shit was taking too long," he cried playfully squeezing her into a hug so tight he lifted her off the ground.

She felt so warm and good in his arms. He couldn't wait for this fucking ceremony to be over with and carry her off into the sunset for their honeymoon adventure with the words just married blazing away on their borrowed automobile. He picked her up and spun her all around. 

And, so much for thinking that beautiful Lynne wouldn't be one of those brides gushing with happy tears. She hid in his neck and she was sobbing already.

"Oh Leify, I can't wait to be your wifey!" she exclaimed happily.

"Sweetie, you look so beautiful baby!" he murmured, spinning her around and cuddling her under his neck, he could give a damn if they were being orderly and following the spiritual ceremony they prepared or not. It was their day to express their love, however they saw fit. 

"You look handsome too, and you smell good too!" she cried out under his neck.

Those that could hear them chuckled. 

Somehow, Leif knew, with the way their love was youthful, and beautiful, and non traditional in some ways, that they were failing on aspects of decorum and what even their little spiritual ceremony should be. But, when he looked out into the eyes of his family, the bridal party and the minister, he saw nothing but love, and the taking of a few cellphone pictures, amidst a few verbal "awws."

It was a perfect environment for his sweetie too, to see that they could be themselves and still feel love and acceptance. He couldn't wait to introduce her to the rest of her beautiful life, no more hiding behind a mask, scared of not measuring up or being judged. 

"I've gotta put you down then, so we can start these vows. Two weddings, to marry such a damn beautiful woman! I'm the luckiest man in the world. Stand over here close to me," he crooned.

He loved to lead her, and care for her, and she loved to be guided, and provide him with loving support. She stood right in front of him, looking at him adoringly, her cute little bare feet tickling his own toes in the sand, looking up at him expectantly.

Her brown eyes looked up into his with so much love and adoration, they were so watery he felt his own eyes almost starting to betray him. Fuck, how would he make it through the day without crying. He looked down into her own eyes, positively lovesick he was sure. He had to break the mood to keep the water from leaking out of his blue eyes, so he kissed her forehead and rubbed the small of her back.

He had to break eye contact with her, or he'd cry, he was so happy, looking at how far they came and the way she loved and trusted him now. Running to his arms, an embrace where she knew she was adored! And that was what he'd craved from the moment he'd met her. For her to love him with all her heart, and know that he loved her. It made him so happy and he had two long ass weddings to make it through without crying like a sissy. It seemed like too great of a feat to survive. 

The minister stood close to the two of them, but she was there only to introduce the various parts of the spiritual ceremony. Later on, when they had the church ceremony, the female pastor would take the lead. 

"The couple has a few words that they'd like to say to everyone gathered," said the minister.

"We want to thank everyone here this morning to witness our spiritual union. It was important for Lynney and I to be able to have two weddings. A spiritual union, and a traditional union in the church. This spiritual union represents the love that we feel for each other in our heart and soul, and it's something that just cannot be expressed simply in traditional ways," he added, speaking from his heart.

"It was important to the two of us to be able to define the love that we want to express for each other, not just in a church ceremony, but also, what we believe is the ultimate commitment to each other, and how we define our marriage, in the same way that the first man and woman expressed that love, not confined by the rules and expectations of anyone who came before us. These are our vows to one another, together," said Lynne.

He grabbed Lynne and hugged her. It wasn't part of the script but he couldn't help himself. He squeezed her tightly to him, smoothing her lovely hair.

"Now the couple would like to say a few vows and perform a few of their own rituals to express their love," said the minister. 

"I have something I want to recite to Lynney, and she'll take some time to recite her own words to me," said Leif.

"For so long, since I first met you, and looked into your beautiful eyes, and have gotten to know you so deeply, I promised to teach you. So, I have been a teacher of you in many ways, teaching you about love and kindness, and you've been my student darlin', and I've tried my best to shower you with love, adoration, and the praise that your beautiful spirit deserves. But I want you to know on this day, that you are not only my student. You have also been...Lynney you've been my...oh hell it's so hard to do it without getting emotional," said Leif, his throat thick with a lump.

He felt a chalky feeling rise in his throat. He loved her so much he wanted to cry. Cry with the feeling of elation that they were finally here on this beautiful day. Cry with the realization that Lynne wasn't the only one learning in this relationship, he'd learned a lot from her as well, she'd taught him all about the beauty of monogamous love! 

"It's Okay Leify," murmured Lynne.

She reached up and wrapped him in a hug and pulled her close into his shoulder.

"If you want to cry, just bury your head in my shoulder, and make it look like we are hugging. I know you don't want anyone to see you cry. Hell it's beautiful you love me so much you can't hold it in," whispered Lynn maternally.

Leif took a few deep breaths into the crown of her hair.

"No, no baby, I'm okay. I...if it happens, just, they'll know I'm a fucking cream puff and you've got my ass wrapped around your finger, and you've pussy whipped me, got me ready to cry and shit," he whispered.

Lynne giggled hysterically. This made him laugh too and it broke the mood to keep himself from crying.

They were both in stitches, and he felt guilty that no one else was in on the private joke but he heard small chuckles, they must have linked the laughing to them being so happy and in love. 

"I feel. I feel emotional because I love you so deeply. And, if I lose it, it's because I'm mad about you," said Leif, loudly looking deeply into Lynne's eyes. 

He caressed her cheeks and kissed her forehead.

While he was somewhat embarrassed to cry, he was unashamed for anyone else to know how much he adored her. 

"Then go ahead Hero. My king, I don't mind if you lose it, I know I'll loose it during my vows," said Lynne playfully grinning at him, rubbing his shoulder. 

Everyone chuckled playfully. 

Shit! She made him feel like such a man, even when he was fucking up, the kind of spiritual oasis of love he'd always dreamed of.

"I was mentioning to you, how you'd been my student. Since we met, and I strived to teach you about all the facets of love, and it has been so beautiful, you being my pupil baby, and I want to teach you on and on about love for eternity. So that is my vow to you. But when preparing that vow, it made me think of our relationship in other ways, and I realized, that I am a student of you as well, and you've taught me, through your beautiful ways, about kindness, tenderness, being responsible, how to protect and love someone else, and put her needs first, and that's how to become a real man. You've taught me everything about the love that a man can feel for a woman, the romantic love, the sensual love, and the friendship love, and those are all the pillars that a marriage needs to survive, and you've been a beautiful teacher in all those aspects. So I promise always to be your student as well Lynne. To stay in tune with you and really listen with my heart about all the ways you try to teach me about love. Whether it's the impetuous way you have, like running towards me to start the ceremony, grabbing my hand when you know I feel nervous, throwing your arms around me when you know that I'm sad, keeping me warm by holding me tight. Oh hell sweetie, you are a great teacher of love, but sometimes, because you've been my lovely little student, I forget what a great teacher you are. So I'll always work to never forget to be, not just a teacher of love, but a student of your precious, unwavering love," said Leif.

She buried herself in his arms and chest. She sobbed a little bit, and he was glad she was hugging him, otherwise, with the noises and the tears, someone might think she was regretting her choice to be married, and he chuckled a little at the thought.

"I love you so much! Leify that's beautiful, I love you so much!" she moaned into his bare chest, his shirt was open and he could feel her tears.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 50



He'd added the stuff to the vows about being a student of hers as well, but he couldn't help himself. She'd taught him so much about love and he'd be remiss to make personal vows to her and only promise to teach her. She had a lot to teach him as well. But he supposed the beauty of it caught her off guard. 

"Yes, yes I know you do baby, that's why we're here today," he murmured.

Everyone chuckled. 

And, he didn't care who saw, he stroked her hair, and rocked her, and helped her get herself together.

He had a tissue in his pocket, and he tenderly wiped the tears that had streaked Lynne's face and kissed her nose.

Now it was time for Lynne's vows.

"See how he loves me? The world just stops, whenever I have an emotion, or something I need to express, happy or sad. I can't think of a luckier woman on the earth than I am. I am honored for you to keep guiding me, and teaching me, and yes, I also accept the charge of you being my student, and I promise to try to show you everything I know about love, just know that a lot of it is a reflection of the care you've shown me and teaching me how to love. But, I accept your vow, humbly. And now, here is mine. I have shown you the high places of me, the things that make me smile and giggle, the secret shadows of me, and even the scars of me. You've taken any cracks that you have found, and you've mended and healed them with your precious love. Any piece you see lacking, no matter how far it is to reach, no matter how wide the chasm, you've covered it over in your enduring love. And you are strong, and manly, and beautiful, a king and a hero to me, and you are so powerful. But in those small and vulnerable moments, where you have a crack, or a scar, or a weight, on those places where you may have chips or bruises, you have fortified me and nourished me so much in your love I swear to you, I vow to you that I will fill and cover over every chasm, and nook, and cranny with the depth of that love I feel for you, fill you up, make you whole, and let you keep that male strength and dignity that I hold so dear while I lift you up, and fill in, any place I can see where there might be any holes, or any voids. I'll complete you, like you've taught me about completion," said Lynne softly.

"I want to complete you so much," she murmured softly.

She pulled his face down towards hers impetuously and kissed him tenderly on the lips, and he could tell that Lynne was struggling within herself, not to go too over the top and ream her tongue in his mouth. The sincerity and heartfelt feeling of the vows, even parts of them which veered off the plans had moved Lynne deep in her soul, and she felt stirrings in her heart which were not only emotional, but even in the peck on his mouth he could feel a wave of deep sensual longing, all of those emotions, beautifully connected and blending into a tender, loving, sensual whole. It was, as he'd taught her many times before, useless to try to separate the parts of their love. Better to keep it bound together as part of a tight, beautiful union.

He stroked her nose affectionately. Looked smolderingly into her eyes.

"Lynne I promise to let you complete me. And I'll complete you too baby, over, and over, and over again," he murmured sweetly.

There was innuendo there, some would catch it, but it would fly over most of their heads.

The minster cleared her throat. Clearly she caught the innuendo.

"The couple now would like to perform a few ceremonies that they feel express their love," 

Leif stooped down on one knee and Lynne released his dreads from the ponytail where they'd been pulled up high on top of his head.

"I'll clothe you and shelter you," said Leif.

"I accept your shelter," said Lynne.

She pulled a few of his dreadlocks forward, pulling the shells that he'd laced in the tips.

"Kneel down so I can cover you," said Leif.

He laced a few of the shells from his own dreads near the front of Lynne's hair, braiding her hair in a few simple plaits that gorgeously framed her face and held the shells that he'd placed in her hair to cover her, in place. 

Lynne had made them a beautiful beaded bracelet, with two interlocking parts, and they linked it around their arms together and stood up.

They held each other.

Their hands were linked together with the beautiful beaded bracelet, so the minister helped them with the next part.

With their free hand, they each took a scoop of sand that they had dyed different colors, Lynne's indigo blue, and Leif's bright red.

"The blue is for the feelings we had before we felt one another's love, the red is for the love and passion that burns bright between us," explained Lynne.

"Once we were adrift and tossed about like sand waiting for the shore," said Leif, throwing his sand in the jar

"And now we are together, never to be apart anymore," said Lynne throwing her sand in the jar as well.

"Now we have shelter in one another," they repeated together gesturing at the jar.

Leif and Lynne planned to keep the jar of sand, and fill it up with a color for each anniversary and colors for each of their children. 

Leif heard sobbing and he looked up and saw his mom crying.

Shit! Between Lynne and his mother he'd never make it through this day without sobbing.

They were going to have the minster untie what Lynne called her own handmade prayer bracelet, but his mother moved him so much, and going with the spiritual spontaneity of their spiritual union, he called out to his mom.

"Lynda, you...you should untie this so we can give our gifts to one another," said Leif.

Linda ran over, and swallowed the two of them in a huge hug.

"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot," said his mother.

Lynne showed her how to untie the bracelet, and she untied it, and draped part of it around Leif's wrist, then the other part around Lynne's wrist. 

"Now the couple has gifts to exchange," said the minister.

***

Lynne looked up at Leif lovingly. Her hero, and her king! There was noting left to say after those beautiful vows. Her heart was full to nearly bursting, finding him there, already on the beach, his beautiful dreadlocks blowing in the wind, hair full of shells, open shirt, looking like some type of hippie deity who was coming to claim her as his own.

She couldn't help running to his arms, she knew that today was the day she would be his wife. And the vows. He couldn't hold it in. Loved her so much he almost cried. They hadn't made it through the day yet either! But, in typical Leif fashion, when he felt emotional and vulnerable, he turned it into playful sexual teasing and banter, whispering that his emotion was because she had him pussy whipped. That was how he kept things manly, and kept from getting too emotional and mushy. But, beneath that bravado, he was a mushy ass cream puff and so deeply in love with her. She loved all that tender, sweet, softness between his playful, grouchy, and sensual edges.

Their vows were beautiful, and like their love, there were places that were expected, and places that were totally unexpected, and they'd involved into something beautiful, and true, only to be understood by them. In her eyes, that was the only way to commit, deeply emotional, and spiritually in their souls. The vows, that came a little bit later, in the early afternoon, in church would be just a further manifestation of the commitment that their souls were speaking, in a legal sense, and a religious sense.

His beautiful blue eyes were piercing her soul and all she could see was wonder, love, admiration. So many beautiful emotions she'd never thought she'd feel. He even stroked a lock of one of the braids he'd plaited with the shell out of her face, and stroked her cheek with his thumb.

And he looked like he wanted to kiss her, but knew he couldn't yet! They weren't finished their spiritual wedding. 

Damn! He loved her so much.

She'd wanted to go first with her gifts. She'd worked on his gift for months in secret. 

Whenever she had spare time when she could sneak away to the pottery studio and work on it. 

His eyes were so loving. She feared no rejection, or that he wouldn't love it. That was why the gift was so fitting. She motioned for Janelle to bring the gift over, which was draped under a small white sheet.

Janelle handed her the gift, sheet still intact. She could hear Leif's loving voice telling her how special she was. How much he adored her. How much he loved his sweet Lynney, or his baby girl. Tender things he whispered to her in the bedroom, or when she was sitting in his lap snuggled up backstage at the club, or when they were vegged out in front of the TV at the house.

So, she knew she got him the perfect gift.

"Go ahead and take off the sheet Leif," she whispered.

"Okay sweetie," he said sweetly, grinning like a little kid, about to get something he really wanted, even though he had no idea what it was.

"Oh Lynney! Damn it sweetheart! Damn it! That is beautiful. I cherish that baby girl! You have no idea how much your husband love this gift!" he said his voice gruff, and gravely with emotion.

Leif cleared his throat several times.

Down his face ran one lone tear.

"So now you know, some of the time I was sneaking off to do wedding stuff I was sneaking in a glass making studio. And they helped me a lot. They designed this, I told them how I wanted it. I painted it though, all by myself, after they taught me what to do, because I never worked with glass before. Each color means something to me. Some of them meanings are private, so when we are alone later, I will explain them all," said Lynne softly.

"I...I can't wait to know what the meanings are baby. But I know you so well and your colors are so bright and beautiful I've already guessed some of them, lovely," he added softly.

"Take it. I'm giving it to you!" exclaimed Lynne, handing it to Leif.

He took it into his hands, and kissed her forehead angelically.

"So...so when we met, you...you told me that getting to know me was like running the Olympics with a tortoise," said Lynne.

The bridal party chuckled.

Leif looked playfully guilty.

"I did baby, but I guess that's over now, because we are here," said Leif playfully squeezing her around her waist.

Lynne giggled. His warm affection in the midst of this wedding delighted her. 

"Yeah...and in the beginning our romance was a lot like you running the Olympics with a tortoise. Then we got to know each other better, and you discovered how shy I was. So the tortoise shell became a metaphor for my shyness, and how, when I was uncomfortable or scared about something I'd hide, and withdraw. Under the layers as you called it. Or my shell. And you'd call me tortoise. You still do call me that sometimes when I'm behaving like a tortoise. Maybe it's not a cute, sexy nickname like some of the ones have for me, but whenever you say it, I start burning with love and passion for you, because I know you are being loving, and caring, and drawing me out. And it makes me not afraid to poke my arms and my head out of my shell, because I know when I do, you're going to bathe me in love, and support, and encouragement. And it's something that I've craved for and you stuff me until I'm full Leify. I guess what I'm trying to say is that, I'm working everyday not to be afraid anymore, of anything, where you are concerned. And I trust you now. And so that's why I made the art that I did. I'm giving you my shell," said Lynne.

"Shit, how am I not supposed to cry right now Lynney," said Leif gruffly rubbing under his eyes with his thumbs trying to camaflogue his tears.

"I need to hold her right now Janelle, can you hold my gift," said Leif, handing it delicately to Janelle.

"It's so beautiful, just like you are baby. Oh yes, I will take your shell, and keep you so safe. Won't let nothing get to my little baby cakes. When you get scared, we can hide under it together, but...I'm glad you won't be poking your lovely body back under there alone anymore sweet thing," he murmured tenderly.

He swallowed her up into his arms, and cradled her into his strong chest, and he smelled like his body wash, his aftershave, sweet, and spicy Leif, and the surf all around them. And she held on tightly and inhaled over, and over again, and she was crying when she felt the way he stroked and cradled the crown of her hair, and kissed her forehead.

As usual, he could give a damn who cared, or who saw, he just knew, he loved her at that moment and wanted her to feel love, affection, doted on, and cared for. 

Was it any wonder that she gave that gorgeous man her shell. Her heart quickened. He was so good to her and tender, and she couldn't wait to give him what he needed. Even in front of all those people, she ached for him to squeeze her ass, and lead her off somewhere private and finish dispensing of her shy little shell. She wanted her eyes wide open to the pleasures that married love could bring.

"Yeah I will not, I want to be all out of my shell now for you. I hope you like the shell. You can also turn it over and use it to store things, like a bowl if you have need, so it's useful, if it feels silly because it's a piece of art, I know how men can be," said Lynne playfully.

"Oh hell no, I treasure this piece of art. It's beautiful, and I can't wait to put it somewhere safe and on display in our home together," said Leif.

Everyone chuckled and laughed.

"And now...now it's my turn. And, I think my gifts are fitting given all that you've shown me baby girl," said Leif, gesturing for Matthew.

"The second time I came to your apartment Lynney, I knew I loved you baby. I knew I cherished you, and even though you were driving me crazy with your tortoise like ways, I craved you like I'd never craved anyone before, but most importantly, I wanted to love and protect you. I wanted...I wanted to be your...corny as hell but I wanted to be your night and shining armor. And you have all these beautiful masks on the wall, beside our bookcase...african masks, and they are beautiful and spooky all at the same time...so I hope it doesn't clash with everything too much, but I wanted to give you my own mask. So...so you can be reminded that I want to...be your knight and shining armor sweetheart. I'm your man, and today I'm becoming your husband, and I want to just...I want to love you and protect you sweetheart. Here," he added gruffly unwrapping his gift and pushing the cold metal object into her hands.

She could see that his gift both deeply touched him, and embarrassed him.

"A Knight mask? A Knight and shining armor mask? For me? It will look lovely next to my masks, and I will love it much more than those silly old masks. It's the perfect gift. Oh hell Leif, ever since you've come into my life, you've been my Knight and Shining armor, giving me love, strength, support, and encouragement. How could I not enjoy you giving me a token of that? Damn it's so beautiful handsome, just like you, Leify," sighed Lynne.

She pulled him close to her by his dreadlocks grabbing him into a hug and kissing his cheek.

He chuckled with happiness.

"Leif, I love you!" she said grinning.

"Wait. I'm not done. I got you two gifts!" said Leif with a roguish chuckle.

"Wait. Wait you tricked me...not supposed to be two gifts, I only gave you one," giggled Lynne.

"If you knew me at all, you'd have seen that coming. I love to spoil my baby girl," said Leif playfully.

She couldn't help it. She loved the gift he'd already given her, but he was spoiling her, surprising her as usual and she was excited and happy and just like with the first gift she couldn't wait to see what it was.

She clapped her hands together and did a little hop with glee.

"You're so darn cute, my god, how I love to make you rotten! Linda," cried Leif gesturing for his mother, who had the gift, she was actually holding it out in front of her, and only now did Lynne notice. 

"Oh baby, it's beautiful!" cried Lynne.

"I know, I know how much you love these things, and they have emotional and spiritual significance to you, and our lovely guests will get to enjoy them at the reception and take them home. But I wanted to get an extra pretty one just for you that you can enjoy and when we get home, you can hang it in the bedroom," said Leif lovingly.

It was a dream catcher.

"And, you shouldn't be surprised. I'm the dream catcher Lynney, I told you before, everything that you want, everything that you need, all the things that you longed to enjoy and couldn't experience before, I want you to just tell me what they are, whether you have to shout it, or whisper it, or murmur it. And I want you to know, that as your knight and shining armor, this is part of my marriage vow to you, I'm going to get it for you baby, I don't care what I have to do. So you can come on out of that shell, and your man will go out there and forage around in the dirt, to protect you, and make you feel safe...that's...that's the armor mask...and when you tell me what those dreams are, I'm gonna grab them for you, that's the dream catcher part. Those rotten dreams, the bad ones, the things that are scary, your husband will take those all away. You just keep being beautiful. Sweet. Sincere. Talented. My special joy, and I will love you, protect you, cherish you, and keep your dreams safe. So, that's why I needed two gifts, even if I tricked you," said Leif playfully.

His eyes held playful, loving, mirth, and so much warmth it burned her soul.

She couldn't help herself. She hopped up into his arms impulsively and squeezed his neck, threw her legs around his waist, and he grabbed her by her butt, chuckling so he didn't drop her.

Lynne wasn't thinking about decorum, only that she wanted to be close to this beautiful man who'd done so much to make her feel special and warm, and spiritually united and wed with him on their special wedding day.

But, with her legs wrapped around his waist, she hoped she didn't embarrass him.

Everyone chuckled, and she started to plant her feet back in the sand, tried to hop free but he held her to him firmly.

Lovingly.

"No, now it's okay. I think it's beautiful that you love me so much you want to leap in my arms and throw your legs around my waist. Good thing you're so tiny or I probably would have dropped you so many times," he quipped.

Lynne chuckled, and so did the entire party who was watching.

Lynne made another move to wiggle down and plant her feet on the ground so she didn't embarrass him further.

"Now stop wiggling away, it's okay for you to express your love for me. I don't care what anyone else thinks. You felt special and cared for and you wanted to leap into your man's arms, well I'm your husband today, and it's okay with me, and if anyone else has a problem with it, they shouldn't be here," he added dotingly.

He kissed her forehead. Over, and over he kissed it.

And, when he was finished, he tickled her chin, and helped her plant her feet back on the ground.

"She's ready. Lynney is ready, you better let her kiss the groom or she might tackle me again," said Leif playfully.

Lynne chuckled, blushed and punched his shoulder.

"This has been one of the most beautiful services I've ever participated in. And I have to say I cannot wait to marry you two in the church. I want the two of you to join hands," said the minister.

"I now pronounce a blessing on this spiritual union, spiritually wed, man and wife, what their spirits have yoked together, let no man put asunder. Leif, you may kiss your bride, Lynne, you can kiss your groom," said the minister nodding at the two of them equally.

Leif had specifically asked for Lynne also be granted permission to kiss him. He did not want her to feel that passion was the male providence alone!

She felt his hands in the small of her back, and he pulled her towards him so swiftly, he dug her toes, and feet further in the sand.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 50



Before he kissed her though, he kneeled down a little and touched his forehead with her own.

"So damn beautiful. Can't wait for you to be mine," he groaned softly under his breath.

Lynne felt those butterflies in the pit of her stomach, and she realized then, that their spiritual union had not begun until that moment. She wanted him so badly her body trembled, and she threw her arms around him tightly, loving the feeling of being swallowed up into his embrace.

She looked into his big blue eyes, eager for their first kiss as husband and wife, spiritually, anyway. 

He lightly grazed her lips with his own.

And she didn't mean to, but she whimpered. When she did, his eyes flew open, and she felt him grip the small of her back with passion, angle his head to the side, and slipped his sweet moist tongue gloriously into the interior of her mouth. Feeling no resistance there, only a soft groan from Lynne, he tenderly sucked her tongue and swirled his own gently around hers.

She squeezed him tight to keep from whimpering. He knew how to tease her erotically with his tongue and make her breath quicken, and even in front of all these guests, Lynne was tingly and her panties were getting lubricated. 

And she wanted more from him, the things that they did when they were alone, when he started greedily going after her tongue, pulling her head back and taking all that he could until she could merely groan and whimper against his invasion like a delightfully startled kitten, flickering her tongue but no match for his hungry fury, but instead, he kissed her sweetly, and slowly, deftly circling her tongue with his own, the feeling making Lynne squirm next to him and tickle his own toes eagerly with his own, curling them under the sand.

Sweetly, slowly, he broke off the kiss, then leaned down into her ear and whispered, his hot breath tickling her ears and flooding her panties.

"That was a sweet, practice kiss. After they give us the legal papers, I'm going to kiss you so hard and nasty. I hope you don't have on a thin wedding gown. And I hope you aren't too shy for me to kiss you like a grown woman in front of fifty five strangers. Because you'll be my little wifey, and I'm gonna kiss you wild, hungry, and rough like I want, and like you need Lynney," he grunted.

"I'm gonna do just what you say, and it will feel so good to me baby," she moaned softly into his mouth.

He nodded.

He held his hand, laced in hers, and raised it happily for all to see.

Then he grabbed her hand and darted through the sand with her playfully towards the surf, unembarrassed, in front of everyone, and he cried-

"Our spiritual wedding is done, and now, it's time to make it official in the church. I can't wait to see her name next to mine!" said Leif

They ran through the sand and the water playfully.

He playfully tried to tickle Lynne's chin, and she playfully tried to tickle his underarms.

It was intoxicating for Lynne, darting this way and that way as he tried to chase her and tickle her, the bridal party a distant speck on the horizon.

"Somebody get them so we can get to the church on time, they act like children," said a loud voice.

She knew that was her grandmother.

Leif had picked her up now, swinging around and they were playfully covering each other in kisses.

"Break it up you two," called Janelle.

Reluctantly, looking like a little boy being told not to play a favorite game, Leif put Lynne down.

He held her hand gently.

He patiently walked her back to the car.

Right on the border between the beach, and the sidewalk, Leif surprised her.

He'd left a bucket there.

He kneeled in front of her.

Calmly, sweetly, he took her right foot into his hand.

He bathed it with the warm, soothing water, brushing off the sand, and placed her foot back in her delicate sandals.

"There now, don't want your little piggies to be dirty for our wedding," he said playfully referring to her toes.

"Oh Leif, you didn't say you were going to wash my feet baby, it's so beautiful!" said Lynne with tears in her eyes.

"Well I can't tell you everything, or they'll be no surprises," he murmured playfully.

He washed and rinsed the other foot. And, full on, in front of everyone, he proceeded to kiss the arch and heel of this foot, unashamedly, as he gently placed on her sandal.

Lynne looked at the bucket and tried to take the washcloth.

She'd learned so much about love, and care from Leif, and she loved to reciprocate each act of love he'd showered her with. She thought briefly, steamily about how he showed her the delights of oral sex, and how she'd delighted in reciprocating by sucking and swallowing like a champ, and act she thought was filthy before she met him was now a beautiful way to express their love. She couldn't wait to guzzle his come when she was really his wifey in a few hours.

Leif grunted and backed away.

"No, everything that a husband does for his wifey, does not need to be reciprocated. You are beautiful and lovely today, and you will not wash my feet, at all today, or do anything else for me like that today. It is a princess day for you to enjoy. I want you to feel pretty, special, and cared for. Now give me your hand so I can walk you to the limo. It'll drive you to church so you can get in your white pretty gown for your husband. I'll worry about my own crusty ass feet after I see you off safely," he added swatting her ass with authority.

Damn!

He was so good to her, and kind to her. There were times when, she felt he worshiped her in that same breathless way that she worshiped him, and this was one such a time. And, she loved how he showed her tenderness at the same time that he showed her loving authority. He didn't want his feet washed. That wasn't something he wanted his bride to do, and she was not to argue with him. But it was because he wanted to love and spoil her. She was sure that when he insisted on things in the bedroom with authority, lots of times, the outcome would be for her pleasure.

He ushered Lynne into the Limo first, dotingly kissing her forehead.

"I can't wait for the second altar. You and those hens hurry up now," he added playfully swatting her thigh.

He ducked out of the Limo. Lynne watched her hero through the tinted limousine window. She couldn't help chuckling at the fact that she didn't even see the man wash or rinse his feet, just put the dirty, sandy feet in his tuxedo shoes.

Men. 

She couldn't wait to spoil him later. Maybe in private he'd even let her give him a bath for their first time as man and wife, and she'd lick every drop of water off of him.

Yes!

She watched him lustily through the window.

"Damn you are nasty as hell Lynne. Your honeymoon starts in about six hours. Quit thinking about sex," scolded Janelle as she scooted in next to her.

The bridal party chuckled.

"I am not thinking about sex," said Lynne.

"Like hell you aren't, I've seen that look before. You two are horny wildabeasts, I thought I was nasty," laughed Janelle.

"We aren't nasty," said Lynne defensively.

"Yes you are. And so in love. Most beautiful shit ever. Damn it I'm bringing a whole role of toilet paper into the church so I have something to cry in," said Janelle.

Everyone chuckled, as the three limos, one for Lynne's girls, one for Leif's boys, and one for Leif's family went in tow to the church to get ready for the legal ceremony.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 51



Hello Readers,

Here it is, Act II, the official wedding ceremony. There will be on one more Act to the wedding, Act III will be the reception.

In the meantime, enjoy Act II. I hope it engages all your senses and you feel as though you are really at their wedding.

Enjoy,

Mich80new

***

This was the same church that Linda had taken Lynne to when she wanted to experience a loving church on her first Christmas. It was an older, beautiful church, built in the late 1800s during the California Gold rush. Settlers used some of their wealth to have beautiful, stain glassed artwork intricately created on the doors, windows, and ceiling. 

Coming from a hardline fundamentalist church that eschewed older church traditions, Lynne was used to ugly mauve carpeting, bland pastel curtains, and antiseptic white walls. Growing up, she'd wished there would be some type of way to make the church pretty when she was a bride. Her mother had reassured her that they could have floral arrangements.

But Lynne had a keen eye for beauty and color, and she knew even the prettiest flowers couldn't change how ugly, corporate, and staid that building was. It looked much more like the reception wing of a mid level sales office than a holy, sacred church.  

But here, as soon as she stood in the grand walls of the church, she felt connected with deep tradition, and beautiful ritual.

Instead of feeling like a corporate hotel, this building felt like a palace. And Linda had decorated it so beautifully, according to Lynne' specifications. She'd hung gorgeous seashells around the back of each row of the pews, filled several lovely silver vases with the roses in the color of her multihued pallet, the midtone blue, the emerald, the red, and the dark pink. At the front of the room, there were gorgeous candles that were lit to provide soft romantic lighting for the ceremony. They'd outlined the walkway, and areas around the pulpit in the most beautiful conch seashells. 

There were changing rooms in the back behind the pulpit for Sunday school and various church members.

The males took one half of the area behind the stage and it's associated changing rooms and bathrooms, the females took the other half. 

The wedding coordinator had brought all dresses and tuxes to church and arranged them, so all Lynne needed was to get into her clothes, while her mother assisted her and the bridal party.

She had a beautiful scooped necked dress with intricate beading and flowing lace, dramatic bell like sleeves, and a beautiful, long, flowing train. The dress was form fitting, hugged her figure, but it was not too tight, and the form fitting dress, coupled with the bell sleeves and curvy neckline was a nice compliment to her pear shaped figure. The dressed stopped at her knees, a nice showcase for the lovely legs that she had. The scoop neck and shoulders was the perfect accent to her broad shoulders and small, perky bust. The gown had the kind of airy, hipster elegance that characterized Lynne. She felt like a beautiful princess, along with being comfortable in her own skin. It was the way Leif made her feel, so it was very fitting. She couldn't wait to wear this dress!

Leif's mother arrived in the room where Lynne and the bridal party girls were changing. She came to help Lynne with her dress.

"Do you need help sweetie? I thought I'd help you...well unless you'd rather Janelle help you. You feel like my daughter, but I don't ever want you to feel uncomfortable and if you-"

"Oh, Oh No, Mom, it's okay, I'd love to have you help me!" said Lynne. 

"I love for you to call me Mom. Never thought I'd like it so much, if I'd realized how much I liked it I would have let Leif call me that when he was smaller," said Linda with a chuckle.

Lynne laughed as well.

Lynne put on a camisole panty shaper, and a ruffly little slip under her gown. That was the only thing she needed under her nice wedding gown with her petite body. But, unlike she felt around her own biological mother, protective of her own space, because she had so little autonomy and privacy, she didn't feel uncomfortable almost nude around Linda at all, she felt around Linda the way she now realized she should have felt around her own mother.

Respected. Cared for. Loved.

Lynne stepped into her dress, and Lynda helped her fasten her gown and straightened it on her shoulders.

"You look beautiful. Leif's eyes are going to just pop out of his head and roll around on the floor. He looked like a cartoon character when he first saw you on the beach during the spiritual ceremony, and you were just wearing a cotton sundress then, I can't even imagine," chuckled his mother.

"I can't imagine how handsome Leif must be. He was already gorgeous in all the shells and the white silk skater pants, so I can't imagine him in his tux," said Lynne.

"I'm sure the big old lug is handsome. But it's your day, so the focus is on your beauty right now. And we all want you to enjoy this day. It meant a lot to me and Garrett to be such a part of this especially knowing how much we care for the two of you, and how happy you two are together. I'm sorry your mother is not here, but I hope second best, me, is good enough, since they are not being supportive. There is always hope that they will change after you two start living your lives and they realize how serious you are in your love for one another and your marriage," said his mother.

"Yeah, I know. And, you aren't second best. Anyone would be lucky to have a woman like you consider themselves their mother, doesn't matter how Linda, birth, marriage, I'm lucky for you, and so is Leif. I can't wait to marry in this family," said Lynne.

Her voice caught on a happy sob, and she put her hand up to her lip, sighing to keep from crying. She didn't want her eyes to be puffy.

Linda swallowed her up in a big old hug.

"Hell we can't wait to have you marry into this family. Now, we've got your something old, and I hope you like it, it's a surprise, from me, and Leif. Your Grandmother is coming in here next to bring you another something old, and Janelle has your something borrowed. 

Lynne beamed at Linda. They were going to do the whole tradition, something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue.

"Leif asked me to give you these, for your something new. It's a small gift. He said one day he wants to give you something even bigger," said his mother.

Lynne looked at her cryptically and Linda handed Lynne a very small package.

"Open it," said Linda placing it in Lynne's hand. 

Lynne peeled the wrapping paper off the package to reveal a small, blue, velvet jewelry box. 

"He gave me jewelry. He spoils me so much!" said Lynne, her voice wavering.

Now she couldn't help it.

Tears fell when she opened the box and saw the most beautiful, modestly sized tear drop pearl earrings.

Linda snapped some pictures of Lynne opening the earrings.

"I'm sorry Lynne, to snap pictures like this. Leif asked me to take some pictures after you opened the box. He loves seeing you surprised," offered Linda.

Lynne blushed and chuckled. She wasn't at all surprised that her sweet man wanted to record the memory for later, so he could watch her wide, happy glance and chuckle.

"He wanted to get you a bigger pair. He told me to tell you that he would get you a bigger pair for your tenth anniversary. This size is what he can afford for now, and he thought they'd look pretty with your wedding dress in the white color, and compliment it nicely, and you could wear it for your something new," said his mother.

"He's so sweet. He didn't have to get me anything at all. Damn I love him. I can't wait to tell him thank you. There's nothing wrong with the size, and I don't need a bigger pair, the size is perfect," offered Lynne.

Linda helped Lynne get the earrings on.

"They are just beautiful! That lug of mine has great taste," teased Linda.

"You look lovely Lynne. I'm going to give you some time alone with your bridal party and your grandmother, and make sure everything is straight out there, said Linda," exiting the changing room. 

Her grandmother entered the room where Lynne had changed into her dress.

Granny LaReaux looked shy and quiet, as though she was taking in the fact that Lynne wasn't a little girl anymore.

"All this time, all weekend, I just kept thinking you were just an older, more beautiful version of the little girl I knew who kept wanting to play in the yard, and kept getting told no. Even at the house, when I hugged you and told you that you were all grown up, and beautiful, for some reason, I kept seeing you like that little girl. But today, standing here, in your beautiful white dress, you look like a woman. And how proud and happy I am to support you as your family on this day," said her grandmother.

Lynne couldn't hold it in. Her voice caught on a sob and she squeezed her grandmother tight.

"Look I'm prepared. I knew your crybaby ass would cry," said her grandmother, handing Lynne a pretty white satin purse.

"This is your something old. It's a beautiful, hand beaded white clam shell handbag. I used to wear it back in the 1960's when I was growing up and had a nice evening on the town. I'm giving this one to you now, because I know that you are fashionable enough to appreciate it. When I pass on, I'm going to leave everything else to you, all my fancy dresses in there. I've put some tissues in there, because I know you are going to just cry the whole day through, and, something else that you should see. It's a good luck charm from me to you. I don't need it anymore, I've had more than my share of luck, and blessings, and a rich, full life. It's time for me to pass my blessings on to you baby girl," said her grandmother.

Lynne opened the handbag and found two signed Ella Fitzgerald ticket stubs.

"Are they real? Shit! I mean, I'm sorry granny, shoot, this is such a cool gift, I love Ella!" said Lynne.

"Not just a gift, a good luck charm for you. Every time those tickets were in my purse, I had great luck. I was in a car crash, when I could have died, and ended up with nothing more than a bruised knee. Those tickets were in my purse. Your mother was a breech baby, no one thought that she would live. Not long before that, I'd actually been to see Ella, what a concert! Those signed tickets were on the night table, under a bunch of magazines and other clutter, when the midwife delivered her. Your mother was nearly blue, but that midwife slapped her back, and she breathed. Everyone said it was a miracle. Those tickets were there. I prayed that god would bless you and help you find peace even though your parents were tormenting you and your happy new relationship. Guess what I was holding when I said that prayer-" said her grandmother.

"The tickets?" Offered Lynne.

"Yes ma'am, and not long after that, maybe a day after that, your young man called me with a plan about how he was going to fly me up so I could see you two wed," said her grandmother.

"Well I don't want to take something form you that's been like an important amulet. I can borrow them for the wedding and give them back, they can be my something borrowed...you can leave them for me in your will," offered Lynne.

"Do you know how impolite it is, when someone who means something to you, offers you something and you refuse to take it? It's rude as hell. I know you don't mean an offense, but I wanted you to have the tickets, or I wouldn't have bothered offering them. I'm an older woman now, and other people might not see it that way, but I think I've had a very lucky life, there have been a lot of high points, and all the low points taught me something. The tickets might be like a rabbits foot, but they were there all the time when I had good fortune. Now that I'm getting older, I want to give them to someone who will protect them. And you love Ella, and that style, and that way and these tickets will mean as much to you as they mean to me, that's why, out of every single person who is in my life, I'm offering them to you," offered her grandmother.

The tickets meant a lot to Lynne, not only as a good luck charm, or as a fan of Ella, but for the familial connection, something that was so important, and such a part of her grandmother's life when she was younger could now influence her life.

"I'll keep them safe in the plastic," said Lynne.

"I know you will. Something big, something you are nervous about, grab those tickets and keep them close by," said her grandmother.

"I will," said Lynne.

"I know you will. You look so beautiful. Now don't cry or you'll get all puffy. We want to look fabulous walking down the aisle. Let me find that makeup artist so he can get started on your face. You hardly need the makeup, you've got my genes. But it'll be good for pictures," offering her grandmother lovingly pinching her face.

She led Lynne in the direction of the makeup mirror, where the hairdresser/makeup artist made Lynne's face up using the nude, pastel colors that Lynne selected that had the effect of not showcasing Lynne's makeup, but rather her natural features, making it look as though she wasn't wearing any makeup at all, while highlighting her best features.

When the makeup artist was through, Janelle came through with her something borrowed. 

"So here we are today baby sis. Call it luck, call it fate, call it whatever you want, but I knew that deadlocked Romeo was going to marry your ass when I was sipping that black coffee when he met you after the set. I've got your something borrowed. It's my gold Journalism guild pin. I know it's not anything beautiful like a handbag, or pretty like the earrings Leif gave you, but it's something that means everything to me. I had that dream, of being a writer, and I knew if I could hold fast to that dream, I could make something of myself, I could come to New York and reinvent myself. But Lynne, you are the queen of reinvention. I've seen you transform your life and become a bold and beautiful woman, so I'm letting you borrow my pen in a symbol of the woman that you've transformed yourself into, and all that you have yet to be. And because I love you, like I love my family, I couldn't let you borrow something that didn't mean everything in the world to me. Being accepted into the guild meant everything to me as a struggling college student. It meant that I was worth something Lynne. It meant that I could write my way out of a paper bag. And that love you share with Leif, with it's deep, transformative power, it means something Lynne, to the both of you. So wear this pin in good health. If you lose it, or mess it up, I will beat your ass," said Janelle.

Lynne guffawed with laughter.

"Oh Sis, I have no doubt you'll be kicking my ass, and you'd deserve to do it if I lost it after you gave that speech. Hell if I lose it, I'd be right up there at Yale trying to rob one of them from the Journalism freshers," teased Lynne.

Now Janelle chuckled.

"Let me pin it in your bouquet. And Rachel, she has your something blue," said Janelle, tying it into Lynne's beautiful wildflower bouquet so that it hung across the front as an ornament.

Rachel, her Caucasian high school bestie wanted to contribute her something blue.

"I was so tickled when you asked me to be in this wedding Lynne. I remember you being fun, but so shy around boys, and whenever anybody would give you any time of day, you'd be really sweet about blowing them off. I thought you were crazy for some of the boys you turned down. But, later on, figured out you didn't date guys who didn't go to church. I'm glad you found a nice guy, even if he's not a church guy. I swear you were the nicest person in high school. Never a bad thing to say about anyone. Everyday, you dressed to kill, even if you had to change out of churchy looking clothes in the bathroom. You also, once we got to know you, were a ton of fun, always singing and dancing and cutting a rug. So I'm glad you remember all the stuff we got up to in private school, and just think our folks thought it was safer for us to be there. I just remember enjoying being around you because you were sweet, and sort of wholesome. So, I've got your something blue. Something we used to always do in high school...shopping for clothes! I just had to get your wedding shoes," said Rachel.

Lynne and Rachel squealed in unison like teenagers, and she handed Lynne a shoebox.

"Shoes, and you have such great taste, you're probably the only one outside of Leif I'd trust to pick out a pair of shoes for me, without seeing them first," quipped Lynne.

"I heard that, " shot Janelle.

Rachel and Lynne laughed more.

She presented Lynne with the most gorgeous pair of white shoes, with beautiful, intricate lace and beaded strappings that came together in a loop around one toe.

"Where's the something blue though?" asked Lynne and when she turned the shoe to start putting it on, she chuckled more.

The sole of the shoe was blue.

"Man, that is so fierce!" cried Lynne slapping Rachel five.

"Let me help," offered Rachel.

Lynne sat down and Rachel helped Lynne put on both pairs of shoes.

"Okay, we've got her all taken care of, two something olds, me and granny, something new, Leif, something borrowed, Janelle, and something blue, Rachel. Your hair and makeup looks perfect Lynne," said Linda.

She air kissed Lynne so as not to smudge her makeup.

Lynne stood still as her mother and bride's maids helped her put her veil on.

Lynne had chosen a beautiful, nearly see through tulle for her veil with beautiful, large white flowers. Since the tulle was see through, you could clearly see Lynne's beautiful face, and it was almost as though she wasn't wearing a veil at all. The key indicator that she was wearing a veil was the beautiful, large, real roses outlining the crown of her head in the shape of a circle.

The veil stopped below her shoulder blades.

Lynne looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe it! She was all dressed for the wedding. She felt like a princess. Looked like one too! And now, after all this planning, wishing, dreaming and praying, hell almost since she'd first made out with Leif after their first date, she would be his bride. Joined in matrimony. Lynne Peterson.

She didn't feel nervousness, or fear.

Instead, she looked at her mother.

"Coach Garrett and Granny so that they don't let me pace too fast down the aisle. Because I can't wait to get up there to that altar where he is. I know that's not a usual thing. I know brides are normally nervous. But I have all these damn butterflies in my stomach because I'm happy and I feel very much in love with your son, and now I get to give a witness to that to the whole world," said Lynne.

"I am sure he can't wait either, so let's get this show on the road. I'll coach them to have them hold you back a little bit, so you don't look like you are racing down the aisle, and remember your pacing," said his mother.

With that, the bridal party lined up in the auditorium, near the rear of the church, while Lynne waited for Granny, and her father to escort her down the aisle.

***

Leif stood at the altar with Matthew.

It was surreal to picture himself not only at the altar, but waiting and eager to become someone's husband. He always thought if he'd been standing at an altar, someone would have been guilting him into it because he'd accidentally gotten her pregnant even after taking every precaution, but the second he saw that petite, firey, passionate little Lynne Miller walk across the stage, he knew somehow, he wanted to make her his, and no matter what the costs, and no matter how long it took he wanted her to have his last name.

It was an intangible feeling that he had deep in his gut, this longing to know her, be near her, and never let her go, and intensified in the coffee shop, listening at her cute honeyed voice, with that strong New York accent, and spiraled out of control from then on out. So, as soon as he got on his tux, and he looked quite dapper in the all white Tux that Lynne had picked for him, along with the light weight ascot, and white and silver shoes, very princely, he strutted up to the altar with Matthew to wait for his bride.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 51



He was in fact earlier than he was supposed to be during the rehearsals they'd planned, and a lot of the guests were still getting seated, the church was half empty when he stood near the front, but he just couldn't wait. He and Matthew made small talk, Matty teased him about his hairstyle, with his hair pulled up off of his face in a ponytail, and each one of his dreads decorated with an elaborately beaded shell on the end.

"You look like a fucking girl," hissed Matthew. He'd teased Leif as soon as he found out that Lynne had seen this hairstyle in a bridal magazine and thought it would look classy with the dreads, keeping his hair off his face and focusing on his dreamy blue eyes, and chiseled face.

While Leif didn't go so far as to think the hairstyle made him look like a girl, it wasn't what he would have chosen, made him look like a cross between a bohemian hipster and a gap model, but if this was what she wanted, it was Lynney's day.

"You're jealous as hell. It's her day. I'd be up here wearing that Green Mankini if she asked. Well, not quite that shit, but still, her day. I can't wait to see what your wife makes your ass do for your wedding. It's her day. I just want her to be happy. I can't wait for them to line up. So I can see her. And what she's wearing. I know she just looks so, so sweet and beautiful," he said softly, breathlessly, trying to imagine what she was wearing.

But he didn't want to think to warmly and too sweet about her, or he'd get hard.

"You are so pathetic. I'm gonna be totally glad when this is over to quit hearing all those sonnets when you finally get used to her ass. I know you'll always love her, you two are real solid, but I'm gonna remind you of these stars in your mind when your house is full of screaming brats, you have a leaky ass roof, and a car that's smoking," teased Matthew.

"Hell my van is already smoking like fort knox. A woman like Lynne, she adds to your life, even in all those situations you describe. I'm in it for the long haul brother, and I knew it the moment I met her," said Leif.

"Yeah. I know. In all seriousness, I'm so happy for you," said Matthew.

"Shhh! They are lining up," said Leif.

And he started rubbing his hands together.

"Did you just rub your hands together, you are such a dork right now," teased Matthew.

"Shut up doofus, do you have the ring? You better, that's the only shit you have to get right," said Leif.

"Of course I have the ring mouth breather," said Matthew.

Leif looked eagerly toward the auditorium door, as the procession of the family was about to begin.

He heard the music cue. Lynne had special songs that she felt represented their love, which she'd wanted to include in the wedding. She was so excited when she picked the songs that she wanted the bridal party to march to when she walked down the aisle. She'd presented them with such adorable caveats, saying that if he didn't like either song, they could choose something they both liked. Hell, he'd said playfully that if she'd chosen Old MacDonald's farm, he wasn't about to squelch her enthusiasm. Anything that sounded like a love song to her ears was music to his own ears. This was her day, for her to enjoy. Her happy grin gave him such pleasure. He really didn't have a preference for wedding music, he never thought he'd ever be getting married, so what his Lynney wanted was thrilling to him. 

When he heard the music, some older r&b love songs from the nineties, he was extremely touched. He thought the lyrics to each of the songs were creative, and very wedding themed. He thought about the lyrics, and they moved him.. He'd wanted something more for Lynne, he wanted to do even more. Transform these beautiful songs she'd loved, and dreamed about when she was a very little girl and thought of marriage into something unique and personal for her, and their love. So he suggested she let him create some instrumental, jazzy versions of the songs on his electric guitar to accompany them during their walk down the aisle.

Lynne had said

"You're making your own love songs for me,"

and Leif had chuckled and said-

"Hell, everyday Lynne, I think of a million love songs I could sing to you, I just haven't finished writing them yet. And this is easy as hell because the hard work has already been done. I just have to learn the songs. Let me make it special for you baby, your very own version of these songs crafted out of love," said Leif.

Leif worked hard on the custom compositions, massaging the strings, and imagining every single piece of love he felt in his heart for Lynne as he worked over the compositions and gave them a smooth jazz feel, recording them to track so that his baby could have her very own love songs, for their wedding.

He didn't let Lynne hear what he was working on, he'd gone in the studio alone for these parts, and he wanted the marching music to be a surprise.

So when he heard the first strains of his acoustic jazz version of Case's happily ever after, everything moved in slow motion for Leif. He'd played through it in the studio over and over again with passion, care, and delicacy, the same feelings he felt for Lynne. He wondered what Lynne was thinking as she heard the sparse but heartfelt arrangement. He prayed she loved the songs the way he'd enjoyed playing them with passion and love for her, directed towards the strings on that beautiful black guitar she'd given him, which he'd purchased foolishly during their brief breakup, and that Lynne had unselfishly brought back from Matthew, who'd bought it from the pawn shop when he'd been forced to hock it. Every time he held that guitar, on stage, or in the studio, he was filled with love for Lynney, and he could see her in his mind's eye, a few days after they made up, leaning over that black guitar in her tight white t-shirt and adorable little boy cut panties. Fuck, he was so smitten with her, and nothing felt more right than standing here, waiting at the altar for her. 

His brother was an usher, and ushered his mother to her seat, sitting beside her, as his father was going to help escort Lynne down the aisle.

Linda was smiling, and beautiful in a flowing silvery sheath of a dress. It was airy and beautiful, elegant, but with a hippie flair, just like she'd always been when he was growing up, beautiful but willowy and earthy.

Next, came the members of the bridal party, each wearing their own multihued dress. They marched slowly from the auditorium, down the beautifully decorated aisle, the aisle way flanked with beautiful seashells, and each member of the bridal party took their appropriate spot beside Leif and Matthew as they awaited his beautiful bride. All of the women were beautiful and unique as a rose in their own special colors, and Leif thought it was amazing the way Lynne had known just which color would compliment each friend the best while they all blended into an amazing hue that was complimentary as they stood side by side, waiting for Lynne's approach. How beautiful everyone looked was a testament to Lynne's sweetness and wanting everyone to shine, and also a small statement of how ravishing she probably would be, to know that her own beauty would stand out proudly on its own among the splendor. 

Lastly, came Janelle, in her blue gown, hair whisked back in cornrows and an afro puff. She looked very nice, for Janelle. It wasn't that Janelle wasn't pretty, but Leif only had eyes for Lynne, and had since the moment he'd meant her. She wasn't his type at all, but he'd never seen Janelle look so nice. However, just because Leif was about to be happily wed, didn't mean that Matthew couldn't appreciate her beauty, and he muttered quietly,

"Holy shit, she's gorgeous," under his breath.

Leif held in a chuckle and lightly stepped on Matthews's foot with his toe. The last thing he needed was the bridal party getting all out of sorts if Janelle thought that Matthew as inappropriately checking her out. She was loud, and bossy, and great at getting things all fouled up, though he loved the way she cared for his Lynne.

His cute, mop top blonde curly haired distant cousin was the ring bearer. It was funny how much fun he had watching other people's weddings, but now with his own, he was enjoying the moment, but he was so anxious to see Lynne he felt like a little boy with pins and needles anticipation, and felt that everything was slow and boring while he waited for Lynney. Still, it was uncanny to look at the mop topped curly haired little cousin of his. 

He looked so much like a little Leif it was startling, and although Lynne had only met the little boy in person for the occasion of the wedding, as soon as she saw his picture on facebook, she'd wanted him in the wedding, saying he looked like a miniature Leif. And he was a sheer rascal too, turning over the party favors yesterday, and torturing the pretty little flower girl. 

One day soon, they would be having their own little terrors, and he couldn't wait.

He smiled warmly at the little ring bearer, carrying his pillow lopsided, not delicately as he'd been taught, but Leif had been the same way when he'd been invited to be in someone's wedding long ago. He was a roguish little monster and in some ways Leif couldn't wait to create such an adorable little horror with Lynne. The honeymoon could be good practice.

Next, came the flower girl. The flower girl was another cousin of his and she was swarthy and beautiful, half Mexican, and half Caucasian. She was fairer than Lynne, but with that exotic, dark brown hair, and her pretty light brown eyes, reminded him of a paler version of what Lynne might have looked like as a little girl, and so she was the perfect choice for a flower girl. A little Lynne, just like they'd found a little Leif. 

She was just a bit taller, and a bit older than the ring bearer, and she wore an appropriate studious and serious expression as she very carefully carried a miniature version of the floral arrangement that Lynne herself would carry in a bouquet.

She was such a serious child, and although Leif did not know Lynne when she was younger, he could imagine her looking serious that same way as a little girl. But Leif wanted to see a bright and beautiful smile from the little one, so he smiled at her, and he winked at her, and the little girl beamed. It didn't take much to encourage a smile, just like his little Lynney. 

Where was she already?

Soon, Leif was dimmed by the flash bulbs, and what he knew was the perfect shot they were getting, Lynne being prepared to walk down the aisle. 

And so, everyone was beautiful, but no one could have prepared him for the feelings and emotions that washed over him when he heard the jazzy acoustic version he'd created of the Jon B Song I Do begin to pipe through the speakers. All he could think of was that he hoped Lynne liked his composition, and the jazzy and tender embellishments were fitting of her. He strained his eyes and saw a speck of white in the distance.

It was Lynney!

Leif's breath quickened.

***

Girls spent their whole life waiting for a wedding day. In Lynne's eyes, she'd dreaded the idea of marrying and settling down, until she'd met Leif. She'd only known her ex-boyfriend, who'd inspired a brotherly type affection within her until he turned the tables on her and raped her. So she'd closed her eyes to the idea of romance, or ever finding someone that made her feel passion, until she met Leif. And the moment she met that gorgeous man, everything had changed for her. 

Somehow, after that first date, at the pool hall, sipping beers and playing video games, she knew she loved him, and wanted to be his wife, even that soon, but at that time, she felt like he was nothing but a charming Romeo, and so the longings of her heart would never come into fruition. She'd never been in love before, she was immature, and the feelings that Leif made her feel were so frightening at first, even if they were delicious at the same time. But he was patient for her. And he waited for her, just like he'd been waiting for her at the beginning of their spiritual ceremony a few hours prior.

Leif never let her down. And now, she didn't feel worried, sad, or anxious, as she'd been prepped by her granny and even his mother that it would be normal for a young bride to feel. She felt full of jubilation and happiness when she heard the music, her cue that the marching was about to begin. The music was so beautiful, and even more, her man had created the music for her. When she told him, her eyes shining with happiness about the songs she wanted for their ceremony, she was nervous. 

Probably had something to do with being burned by bad experiences. She remembered being at a church social with Martin, and wanting to dance to a record, one of her favorite songs. He didn't want to dance to the song, he thought it was corny, and worried about dancing too closely, he did not want to set a poor example for the children in the youth group. Lynne had swallowed that hurt down whole, it wasn't what was said, but the way it was said, that had hurt her so much before she knew Leif. But Leif was different, and he had convinced her, and shown her, over and over again that he wasn't embarrassed by enthusiasm or sentimentality. It wasn't enough for her to have the songs that she loved, he wanted to put his own personal touches on them, create her beautifully woven guitar sonnets filled with love, so she'd have unique, special music. And Leif's playing was so beautiful and distinctly his own, it made her eyes well up. What a lovely gift to give to her, and she was so lucky he was hers. She couldn't wait until later so she could really listen to what he'd recorded, and reflect on it, outside of the trembling excitement of her wedding day. She was going to make sure the wedding coordinator gave her the song files so they could listen on the way to the honeymoon.

What a dreadful mistake it would have been to marry Martin, and Lynne silently thanked god again and again for sending her Leif. She actually looked upwards, at the beautiful stain glassed cathedral archway that led from the auditorium of the church to the main entry and whispered, thank you for my Man! Having been burned, and having bitter life experiences made her appreciate her knight-in-shining armor. And now, she wanted to show Leif how much she deserved his beautiful love, and couldn't wait to start tonight, making him feel like a manly king in their bed, legally man and wife. 

Her grandmother heard her, she knew when her grandmother chuckled and smiled.

"I'm sure He knows you are thankful Lynne. You are the only person I know who would pray over a saltine when she was small," whispered her grandmother.

Garrett chuckled.

"I'm just getting to know her but it sounds like Lynne,"

She grabbed Garrett's hand, and her Grandmother's hand and let out a tiny squeal. She knew she had to wait for the intro for the song, but she was ready to march now.

"Okay, calm down sweetheart," said Garrett, with a patient tone.

He spoke to her, the way her father should have, but never could. He'd taught his son this beautiful patience when he dealt with Lynne and what a blessing it was.

"I'm sorry. I'm so excited, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest," whispered Lynne breathlessly.

"I know you are excited. Just breathe. You're almost there. Almost getting Leif out of our hair," chuckled his father.

"You look so beautiful. Wait until he sees you. Someone's going to have to put the boy's eyes back in the sockets," hissed his grandmother.

Garrett and Granny LaReaux chuckled.

"We're running interference. Otherwise you'd be racing down the aisle like a little pony. And Leif might even run down the aisle to grab you. You two carry on so much! So, I think Granny should give you away to Leif. So I'm going to walk with the two of you almost down the aisle, and take my seat beside Linda. And your granny will walk you the last few steps to present you to Leif. I know it's not what we discussed, but I think it's only right, if you're willing," said Garrett.

"Oh Garrett, I think that's beautiful, just like you described," whispered Lynne.

Garrette nodded.

"You can cut out the Garrett shit, told you before, call me dad. You'll both be calling me dad after you see your wedding present," he added with a chuckle.

He slapped Lynne's back playfully, like a father, and took one of her arm's while Granny LaReaux took the other, opening the glass auditorium door.

***

Leif never thought that anything could literally take away his breath, but when that cathedral door opened, he had to remember to breathe. Holy Hell, she was beautiful. Just tiny and beautiful and perfect, and he couldn't even make out each individual part that was so beautiful, she just had this glow all about her, this aura, that reminded him, of when he first lay eyes on her in that tight, black evening gown. Even then, she looked like an angel! 

Then, just as now she held this delicate beauty, mixed with warmth, sensuality, and a fragility that just made him want to scoop her up in his arms, and protect her forever. Of course he also felt the urge to do delicious, dirty unspeakable things to her then, and he still did, but he also felt this reverence, that he was being entrusted with a special gift, that he'd better not harm in any way, and he'd never felt that feeling more strongly than in this moment, with her standing in the entrance way to the church auditorium. 

She was a vision, and he wanted her loveliness to come to closer to him, closer so that he could drink in and luxuriate over the details. All he could see was a beautiful honey colored speck in the distance covered in a perfect white whispy, lacy dress. 

She marched slowly toward him, and he could sense that she was actually being held back a little bit in her pacing by his father and grandmother, and it was good they were both on each arm, otherwise she would have probably raced toward him like an eager fawn.

She was eager to see him again, eager to be his wife. As eager to be his, as he was to give her his last name. She neared him closer, and he could see she was smiling and crying at the same time. 

And then it happened. Oh shit!

His face was wet before he could even control what was happening. Face wet and he hadn't even seen her yet, and he was smiling too. Fuck! He knew he'd cry like a sissy and hadn't even made it to the vows. Lynne had turned him into a cream puff softie for sure, over the past six months with her beautiful love. 

And then she came into his full view, and he couldn't decide which part he loved more, that lovely veil, with the big, pretty, real flowers, which came into focus and couldn't hide the beauty of her butter colored skin, all the tendril curls pulled up on her hair, or her beautiful, doll like, luminous brown eyes, or that perfect chin dimple he loved so much, and it was puckered up in all its glory while she pinched her full, sexy lips together with a broad, beaming smile which he knew she was doing to keep from laughing with giddiness.

She was so damn sweet and girlish!

It was all he could do to keep his feet planted firmly only the ground and not scoop her out of the arms of her granny and his father, and carry her to the altar to get the show on the road. And he was delighted to see the both of them with their arms wrapped securely around her, exactly as she should be, surrounded by love and care, never wanting for a single other thing now that she was his.

Her makeup was beautiful to Leif, precisely because, it almost looked like she was wearing none, with that nude, pink, beautiful lipstick, and only slight blush, and that was what Lynne was to him, a ravishing, natural beauty.

Oh but then, there was the rest of her to take in, and he did so slowly, drinking in the lovely silk and ruffles, and lace, the beautiful, scooped neck showing a smidgeon of her cleavage and hinting at the small, perky firm little globes resting just below the curve, those graceful draping sleeves, her perfect, narrow waist, gorgeous, curvy hips, and those long luscious legs, and they were perfect, bare, and shapely as the dress stopped at her knee, showing off that gorgeous, pear shaped body that she had. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 51



She looked like a cross between a blushing, hippy bride, and some type of Medieval princess he was being granted with after storming a castle. She was sweet, innocent, and perfect. He was glad he'd been able to talk sense into her when he saw the gorgeous contrast of the prefect white against her honey colored skin, but even though she looked innocent, and virginal, Leif knew her well, along with the tenderness and passion, naughtiness that bubbled beneath her surface, so he loved her with reverence, and loved to nurture her, but that didn't stop his baser lustier thoughts from rising to the surface, because, she was fucking delicious, and even though the gown was in no way immodest, there was no doubt that she was filling it out like the ravishing creature she was, and she was sensual along with being beautiful.

One week had been too long, and he needed her so much his veins ached. He tried hard not to concentrate on how sexy she was, or now that she was nearer, the faint smell of those luscious vanilla body oils she wore. Getting hard in his tuxedo would be the most embarrassing shit ever, everyone would see. 

He saw Garrett sit down beside Linda, and Granny LaReaux continued walking with Lynne towards the platform where Leif stood. He couldn't hold it in any longer.

Lynne was beaming at him, but she had tears in her eyes, and was literally trying to hold in her mirth like a sweet little girl. He could clearly see she wanted to giggle with happiness, even as her eyes were filled with joyous tears, the same way she giggled when he tickled her stomach. 

She was so damn sweet!

He wanted to run off and capture her in his arms, but he remained firmly standing beside Matthew, all time stopping as he waited for his Granny to deliver his beautiful bride to be his forevermore. He'd waited so long for his Lynney, to hold her, to love her, to give her his last name, and to fuck her, it seemed impossible to wait anymore, and he said, loudly not caring who else heard, or even that they already knew it- 

"I love you!"

Wiping his eyes.

Lynne grinned broadly at him wiping her own tears.

"I love you too!" she said equally loudly, and her grandmother let go of her at the perfect moment and she ran, bustling her train up under one arm to the platform and stood beside Leif, while Janelle demurely unfurled Lynne's lengthy train and Leif swallowed Lynne up into his arms in a hug, and nothing had ever felt so perfect to him before.

He just held her close to him in her beautiful white dress, inhaling her sent through the tulle of her veil and squeezing her close and she literally sighed against his neck in wonder, and he felt her smelling him holding him close by his arms.

He couldn't help it! He kissed her forehead through her veil.

Lynne giggled and squirmed out of his embrace the same way she squirmed out of his arms on a lazy Saturday morning when they watched cartoons and she was ready to make breakfast or eat cereal. 

She was adorable when she was squirmy and he chuckled playfully before grabbing both her hands into his own, and they turned, towards each other in front of the minister.

"I was getting worried about you two. I was worried you'd start kissing before I'd even allowed you to kiss the bride," said the female minster looking over at Leif.

The congregation erupted into spontaneous laughter.

***

When he shouted that he loved her, Lynne had never felt so loved.

He loved her so much, her Leif had said to hell with the formal conventions or propriety of this special day. In a life formerly dominated by so much rigid structure it was so beautiful to Lynne, and she felt so loved, that when her grandmother let her go, she couldn't help running up those last few steps and up onto the platform with Leif.

Only when Janelle had carefully gathered her train did Lynne realize the danger she'd put herself into for tripping and falling, but she hadn't tripped and fallen, and when she'd buried herself in Leif's arms and smelled his special spicy, manly scent, he'd felt so perfect she knew exactly where she belonged.

And he was so damn handsome in his white tuxedo, light weight silver ascot, beautiful flowing blond dreadlocks pulled high upon his head and adorned with seashells, he looked just like a bohemian version of a night and shining armor.

Leif's eyes didn't hold disapproval for her failing to meet expectations and simply running to him when her heart dictated, only love and tenderness, and that left her feeling reassured, safe, and happy to be starting this new life with him. 

And, when she'd ran towards him, breaking the script the way he broke it when he shouted he loved her, she saw nothing there, but tenderness and warmth in his eyes. Boundless adoration, and there was a clear sense of unconditional love, making her not even want to wait to get the show on the road, and become Ms. Leif Peterson.

And he was looking at her, and he was actually crying, although his face wasn't as streaked as hers.

"You got your wish Lynney, marrying a pussy whipped wimp, crying at his wedding because I love you so much," he whispered.

"I won't apologize for pussy whipping you. I hope to continue to do that tonight. But as for the crying, you're more manly now than you'll ever know. I promise to work to be worthy of all that care and love you have in your heart for me, and the tears you are crying," she whispered softly.

"Nothing you can ever do to prove yourself unworthy of my love, besides lay with another man, I'm so strung out on you, and I don't think there is a damn cure anywhere in sight, and hell if there was a cure, I wouldn't want that shit," whispered Leif.

Lynne knew she didn't want a cure for these feelings in her heart either. Just the warmth she felt, and the passion, coupled with how safe she felt with him. Any woman would be lucky that he was marrying them, and out of all the women, he could have had, he'd chosen her.

The minister looked down at the two of them like they were devilish children. She had a speech ready and prepared to deliver about their love, after which, she would read selections they each had chosen to express their love, and they would each say their vows. Their soft whispers to one another was prohibiting the minister from beginning the ceremony to which they both were to listen eagerly, which was why she glanced at them like an irritated parent, shushing her children. 

***

Leif knew he had to be quiet, but it was hard, looking into Lynne's eyes. He forced himself to listen to the words of the minister, because it was important to Lynne that they have some kind of wedding connected with a church, and Leif really wanted to hear whatever nuggets he could during this ceremony so he could gain a small insight into what it meant to be a good husband. He was not overly religious, but he looked forward to hearing ways they could preserve and strengthen their special bond. 

He actually could not believe that he was standing in front of his gorgeous woman, and that he loved her so much that he looked forward to his duties as her husband, both the sultry, and the solemn.

"Family and Friends of Leif and Lynne, we'd like to welcome you to their wedding ceremony. The Bride and the groom thank many of you for traveling a great distance, all the way across the country, no doubt for them to marry in Sunny California, a place with great significance to our groom, where he spent about twenty-two years, before moving to New York, where he met his lovely bride. You've gathered together in this church at her request, a place with a rich heritage as part of a worship community, and where a number of enduring marriages were officiated, so the couple is in good company. Leif and Lynne are happy to share this moment with you. Most of you have known Leif, or Lynne for much of their lives. You may have watched them grow up, gone to school with them, worked shoulder to shoulder with them entertaining others. Because you've known them and loved them so much, they've asked you to be here with them, and share this once in a life time special occasion with them. Leif and Lynne would like to thank his family for their support and help in preparing this event and for giving them every opportunity to love each other, and express that love, in a way that is uniquely their own. Garret and Linda, you serve as such great role models in love and marriage for Leif and Lynne, and the bride and groom want to thank you for that. 

Now I'd like to address Leif and Lynne directly. People wait entire lifetimes to find love as the two of you share, but, from almost the moment you met, you saw that love reflected in one another and you sheltered one another and built a beautiful home filled with love and shared values almost immediately. You should hold and cleave to that love, a love that Leif expressed that he felt as soon as he saw Lynne walk on stage for the first time. A love Lynne told me she felt when he dropped everything to trap a mouse in her apartment for her, and made her feel safe, showing that she could rely on him. And, after he slayed the mouse, Leif knew he never wanted to leave her side again. So he didn't, but stayed on and on with her from that moment forward. Leif is glad that he didn't have to plant a pet mouse to extend his stay, though he was willing to do so, he loved her so much already after that very first night, he knew he never wanted to leave her again,"

The congregation laughed, right along with Lynne and Leif.

"Now I have some words that each has prepared separately that they'd like me to share with one another. Leif, Lynne loves your patience, your sweetness, and your manly courage. She adores your sense of humor, appreciates that you always empty the cat's litter box, and hopes this dutifulness extends to diapers in the future, with the little ones she can't wait to give you. She loves the enthusiasm with which you approach life, and your craft with the guitar. Lynne, Leif loves your passion for living, your warmth, and your playfulness. He appreciates all the ways you work to make their house feel like a home, your great cooking, your eye for detail, and the way you are always able to cheer him up, and make him smile. He loves your gorgeous singing voice, and even your melodious speaking voice. He admires the way you light up a room, or a stage. You both love that you two can relax around each other, be very silly, and play like best friends. You both adore the tempestuous passion that you seem to share that can't be quenched. You both are very much looking forward to spending a life together. You hope to be off the radar for a few months honeymooning and celebrating as man and wife. The two of you have dreams of having a happy family together, progressing in your careers, and building a home. Leif will do the fix it repairs, and Lynne shall decorate. As you begin this journey together, remember that this day is just the beginning, but you both will grow older, and wiser, and you'll continue to grow in love together. I want to keep my remarks brief, because these two are anything but conventional, and if I go on for too long, Leif might just reach out there and kiss his bride," said the minister.

Everyone laughed, and Lynne started to chuckle until she snorted.

She was so damn beautiful and cute, and it broke Leif's concentration on the words, even as he was staring into Lynne's eyes.

He started to chuckle too.

And, he couldn't help it, he kissed her forehead through her veil.

"I didn't think you'd take me seriously, hands off Lynne," said the female minster.

The audience chuckled again. 

"Leif would now like a reading that reflects how he feels about marriage and his love for Lynne. He wanted to choose something that fits him as a person, and since we all know that Leif has a variety of spiritual leanings, he has chosen a secular book, The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James," said the officiator.

Lynne and Leif joined hands and looked into each other's eyes, as the minister began the reading.

"It has made me better loving you...it has made me wiser, and easier, and I won't pretend to deny, brighter, and nicer, and even stronger. I used to want a great many things before, and be angry that I didn't have them. Theoretically I was satisfied, as I once told you. I flattered myself I had limited my wants. But I was subject to irritation; I used to have morbid, sterile, hateful bits of hunger, of desire. Now I really am satisfied, because I cannot think of anything better," she concluded. 

They hugged each other and chuckled. Leif loved the words, and when he showed her the paragraph, and suggested that he dedicate it to her in a reading, she loved it. It filled her eyes with tears and she felt it was way more appropriate than a bible verse, given the diversity of Leif's beliefs about a higher power, and she wholeheartedly agreed to the reading he selected. 

The text was damn beautiful and it certainly reflected how he felt. Loving her had made him a better person, in every way, and knowing Lynne had satisfied and quelled his hunger, and now he felt duly sick when he couldn't get his regular dosage of her sweetness. And finally after the ceremony he'd sate his biggest ache, the bit of hunger and desire that he had to love her with hard, hungry, unapologetic physicality. He couldn't wait!

***

Now it was time for her verse to Leif. In keeping with the liberalness and spiritual freedom that they prized within their share relationship, just because Leif did not have a spiritual bend in particular did not mean that he did not appreciate this side of Lynne, or want her to express it to him.

When she'd shown him what she'd wanted to read to him for her reflection of love and marriage, it made his eyes well up with water.

"I can only hope to be worthy of that love and faith and trust you put in me, I'll never let you down lovely," he'd said tenderly.

Lynne wanted to read the verse to Leif, it meant that much to her, but she didn't want to break the flow of the ceremony, so she let the minister read it instead. 

"Now the bride, our Lynne, who has a strong Christian leaning, and is the reason this wedding is in the church would like Genesis 2:22-25 read. And the rib, which the Lord god had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her onto the man. And Adam said, this is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of man. Therefore, a man shall leave his father and his mother and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh. And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and they were not ashamed. And so Lynne explains that the two of you are one flesh, you feel like a part of her, you two will form a family unit, and you will not be ashamed of anything you do in the cloak of your love, just like the first man and woman were not ashamed. Beautiful words indeed. And so now the time has come to say the marriage vows,"

Finally it was time for their vows. 

Lynne was grateful that they'd been able to customize even their vows within the church. Though they were much more formal than the spiritual ceremony they had planned, the vows were still reflective of the spirit they shared as a couple.

He looked so damn handsome standing there, and although she was relishing and enjoying the moment, more and more she found herself fast forwarding in her mind, and imagining the erotic kiss, the kiss where Leif said he would not wrestle with her to enjoy the way he'd wrestled at the rehearsal dinner. Her stomach had the butterflies, and she could not wait for him to start commanding her a bit more forcefully and take the passion that he deserved, and that he knew she was hungry to share. 

"Please join hands. Leif, will you enjoy Lynne's laughter and look for the brightness and the positive in her?"

"Yes, I will," said Leif.

"Lynne, will you enjoy Leif's laughter and look for the brightness and positive in him," 

"Yes, I definitely will," said Lynne.

"Leif will you share in Lynne's burdens so that you may bolster her, and so that your spirit will grow in this union?"

"Yes I will," said Leif.

"Now Lynne, will you share in Leif's burdens so that you may bolster him, and so that your spirit will grow in this union," 

"Yes, I most certainly will," said Lynne.

"Leif will you honor Lynne as an equal in this union,"

This statement was placed into their vows at Leif's request. While he understood that she enjoyed serving her man, and liked toying sometimes with the more submissive aspects of sexuality he always wanted her to understand that if she wanted to serve him, he viewed the service as an act of love, and something that she was free stop at anytime. At the end of the day, they were equals, and he wanted that in those vows, different than any man she'd known, different than the gender roles that she'd been raised to believe in.

"Lynne is my equal, if not my superior. Yes, I most certainly will," added Leif dutifully.

"Lynne will you honor Leif as an equal in this union,"

"Leif is my equal, yes, I most certainly will," said Lynne emphatically.

"Lynne will you put nothing above Leif, not material possessions, family ties, no religious beliefs,"

The minister had raised an eyebrow when Leif suggested this when they were planning the ceremony. But once he'd thoroughly explained her background, and how Lynne had been abandoned by her own parents due to falling in love with him, the minister understood and dutifully placed it in the ceremony. He'd explained and Lynne had been sitting right beside him when he spoke on the phone to the minster emphatically-

"I don't want my baby to think that anyone else will ever give her away again, no matter what she believes. I'm never giving my baby away. She's going to be mine on the wedding day and nothing, not even church comes before my baby. She's loved and she's cared for in a beautiful new family that we are creating. I'm her family now. I'm her husband now; I'm her guardian now. Nothing comes above my sweet," he'd murmured. His throat was hoarse. He wanted to cry, and probably would have had Lynne not been sitting beside him as a witness to his emotional love for her. 

He loved her that much. Wanted her that much. She climbed right in his lap while he was on the phone with the minister going over the aspects that he wanted, and he'd cradled her to his neck, rocking her. She felt wet in the crown of her hair and she realized then that when she sat in his lap, she'd made it harder for Leif not to cry, but he was ashamed of the tears of love he'd cried for her, that's why he hid in her hair, and she wouldn't dare let on she knew. Just later, when the phone was hung up, she was on her knees between his legs, sucking his dick without him even asking, eagerly giving him pleasure, and unbuttoning his pants as soon as he hung up the phone. He playfully called her his nasty little thing, sucking his dick after he just hung up the phone with the minister, but she wanted him to feel that glow in his dick that he made her heart feel, caring for her lovingly. When he came, he kept moaning he loved her his voice filled with pleasure, how she was his special little sweetheart as he came, but she knew the pleasure was coming from his heart, she'd just given him a safe avenue to express it, with his dick.

She'd swallowed him whole and he'd pulled her up into his lap, kissing her lovingly the taste of his cum still on her breath, she'd peeled off his shirt so she could lay in his sweaty chest and hear his heartbeat return to normal. And even after the lust he rewarded her emotionally, cuddling her. Rocking her. The clear message to her was that, she was his, and he wanted her, and no, he'd never be giving his baby away. And she felt so safe! Let her rest in his arms for a bit, stroking her hair, giving her doting affection before turning her over on her back and loving her private places with his mouth the same way she'd loved him earlier, quipping that one good turn deserved another. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 51



Her mind returned to the present. 

"Yes, yes I will put nothing above Leif,"

"Leif will you put nothing above Lynne, not material possessions, family ties, or religious beliefs," asked the minister.

"Nothing comes before Lynne. Nothing. She's my little princess," added Leif solemnly.

The she's my little princess part was not in the vows, but she could tell that Leif was having trouble sticking to the "formal-ness" of the ceremony. What he spoke, what bubbled up was the sincerity of his heart. It was so beautiful Lynne was choked up inside.

"May I have the rings," said the minister looking over at Matthew.

Mathew stood beside Leif and handed him the wedding band.

"This ring is a symbol of the bond that the two of you share. The connecting circle showing your never-ending bond. The white gold band representing the purity with which you love one another," said the minster.

Leif slipped the ring on Lynne's delicate finger.

Watching his beautiful pale fingertips against her own beige fingertips sliding her ring on made the moment so real, and moved her to genuine unstoppable tears.

"God, it's beautiful!" she gasped aloud.

"I'm glad you like it sweet. It was mom's, and we both wanted you to have it, since Garret got her a new ring for their tenth year anniversary. And the initials are the same, yours and hers, LP. Just had to sweetness, just had to give it to you," he added, kissing her knuckles.

An heirloom ring. Something she'd never though she'd have without the support of her biological family. Now she thought of her cold parents as simply biological. Why everyone here today, witnessing their love, was her real family!

The gesture of giving her his mother's first wedding band was so beautiful she couldn't stop crying, and she felt silly and did not want to embarrass him, but she should have known better. Loving fingers caressed her cheek with his knuckles under her veil. 

Patient with her, getting her emotions together and how touched she was. 

"You let me know when you're ready, take your time, we have a lifetime now," he murmured.

And unembarrassed in front of everyone, he swallowed her up in a hug.

"I'm ready," she added beaming.

His affection left her floating on clouds.

"Now the bride will place the ring on the groom's finger," said the minster.

Lynne slipped on the new, white gold band she'd had carefully engraved with Leif's own initial's, LP.

She slipped it on delicately, loving the way her own delicate fingers looked next to his slender, but husky guitar playing fingertips.

It was so beautiful and surreal seeing that ring on his left finger that she couldn't help herself, she reached out and grabbed his hand, kissing the back of his hand.

"She's too damn pretty to be kissing my hand," he murmured softly playfully wiggling his hand free and kissing her own hand as everyone in the first few aisles chuckled.

"By the power vested in me from the state of California, I now pronounce you man and wife. Leif, you may finally kiss your bride!" said the minster.

Lynne looked up into Leif's gorgeous blue eyes. He was so damn handsome, and his eyes looked loving, and he looked down at her as though pondering for a second the reality she made tangible when she whispered.

"We did it, I'm your wife!" 

Leif looked down at her, and his nostrils flared slightly. Oh she recognized that look, and she loved it, it was the same look he gave her when he'd put her out of the shared cottage and sent her back into the safety of the big house, he was so nervous he'd fuck her before their vows, the very same look he gave her when he was on top of her and she let out a loud moan or squeal. That look like he wanted to devour her, and swallow her down whole. A look that used to frighten her, but now filled her with love and a longing that made her want to pant. He'd cleared her of all fears of being in love with a man, Leif wanted to devour her because he loved her, and he couldn't help himself, and because she loved him so intensely, she already knew the devouring would feel exquisite.

She wanted him so much her own lips trembled.

He lifted her veil tenderly, and lovingly traced her twitching lips with a fingertip.

She felt beautiful, and special to him. She didn't feel soiled at all the way her mother had told her she'd feel if she gave it up to someone before her wedding day. Besides she still knew she had something special to share with him, giving into their passion and lust to the fullest extent permitted by man and wife, nothing being dirty, doing everything, and she wanted him to use her body for his full pleasure, just as she knew he had promised her his! 

"You are so lovely. Thank you for saying yes Lynne," he added softly, dreamily as though she was the gift, when in her eyes, she was the lucky one, and he gripped her waist to his own so swiftly her eyes were still open and peering into his when he reached down to kiss her.

Her lips were still together, not because she didn't want to kiss him, but the swiftness with which he gripped her waist startled her and took her off guard. She felt his warm breath caressing her mouth, just nibbling at her shapely lips, and she let out a low, slightly vulgar moan, because the heat and warmth of his mouth, and already the scent of his breath near her lips was so intoxicating. She was embarrassed by the stirrings, the longer, the hunger, the heat, it had after all been a long week since she'd been intimate with him, and the urgency of their young love meant that prior to that abstinence they often made love at least twice a day, sometimes more. Her body ached for Leif, but she still stared at him shyly, like a frozen deer in headlights for a second.

But the minute his lips touched hers, electric current pulsed through her own lips, and ripped through her belly, making her panties moist, and she remembered his promise yesterday, of greedily capturing her lips, and she also felt a stirring in her heart, she was so lucky to have been able to marry for passion and love, feelings that she didn't know a real man could make her experience prior to Leif, and here he was, her knight and shining armor, all dressed up in his beautiful white tuxedo, gorgeous blonde dreadlocks glowing, standing before her wearing exactly what she wanted, and he'd planned this day for her because he wanted her to feel like a cherished, beautiful princess, wanted it to be a romantic day for her and fulfill all her girlhood dreams of love.

She wouldn't keep him waiting and he wouldn't have to fight her for the nectar of her lips like he did at the rehearsal dinner, she didn't want to be shy.

She grabbed him feverishly by his dreadlocks, pulling her handsome man close to her, and his lips, which were about to press against hers chastely, lovingly, and coax her into a romantic kiss, which would turn vulgar, opened his own mouth with surprised laughter, and she threw her arms around his neck, standing on her tippy toes, angled her head to the side, and greedily pressed her tongue past his open lips, groaning and the warmth and the flavor of Leif, and his surprised, erect tongue, reminding her of the delightful way he knew how to use his mouth on her down lower to pleasure her.

"Mmm," was the sound he made, after softening his lips and tongue to play with her own, that sweet sound of satisfaction that one made when tasting something so delightful.

Her heart fluttered and she felt so lucky to be something so delightful to anyone as wonderful as her husband and her face flooded with tears, which she transferred to his own face. Now she gripped his hair from behind even more fiercely, her tongue mating wildly and sloppily with his own, she didn't care who saw her, as the pleasure rushed down her stomach and flooded down below, and she was happy that she was wearing a girdle, not only because it made her ass even more shapely but she didn't have to worry about how wet his kissing made her even in front of all their guests, who were now cheering and hooting with appreciation.

He didn't want to muss her hair because she was wearing the veil, but he tenderly pulled on the nape of her neck to get her to acquiesce in the kiss, and he took control, squeezing her ass playfully teasing, coaxing and sucking her tongue into delightful submission, and all she could do was groan softly under her breath. 

She surrendered to him fully and tried to slightly ease the pressure and back off from him, but he wasn't done with her yet. He made her feel beautiful and sexy, like he couldn't get enough of the way she tasted and didn't care who saw, and once he had her acquiescing, and her tears had slowed, he seemed hell bent in making her feel like the fairy tale princess she'd never thought she'd feel like in real life, when he grabbed her around her waist and dipped her backwards a bit to ravish her with his kiss even further. 

She kissed him a little before chuckling with delight and exclaiming I love you.

"I know you love me silly girl, I love you too," he muttered kissing her again.

Leif had dipped her waist back in that kiss on purpose. He'd asked her a few months ago about her favorite movie, and in that movie there was a scene where the hero dipped the heroine back for a kiss. She thought it was endlessly romantic. 

And Leif had said then-

"If you think that shit is romantic, I'm glad to dip you back in a kiss, and I won't drop you like it looks like he's about to do, with his punk ass," 

But he never dipped her back to kiss her, and she didn't think anything about it, just that he was being Leif with his sexy, playful, grouchy sense of humor. When she said it though, he remembered it, and his heart alighted on it, and he'd wanted to give her that dream. He was just saving it for something special. For their wedding day. 

She felt so beautiful. He dipped her back upwards, and then, he reached into his tuxedo pocket for a handkerchief and dabbed off her face. 

"I knew I would need this shit, after I kissed you like that swashbuckler in that movie, I know how to make your panties moist," he whispered privately in her ear. 

He was not embarrassed in front of anyone to clean off his blushing bride's face, cleaning her cheeks tenderly with the handkerchief while being careful not to muss her makeup. 

"Oh Leif, I love you, thank you for giving me this most beautiful day," she murmured, and she threw her arms enthusiastically around his neck, kissing his cheek again and again.

She heard some awwws, and saw cameras flashing.

"The day isn't over yet baby, plenty more fun left for my baby girl. We are only getting married this once, so I want you to enjoy every minute, my wife," he added sweetly,

He slung one arm around her neck, the other arm around her calf picked her up high in the air, and spun her around and around in his arms, while the whole church erupted in spontaneous happy applause.

"We did it! We did it! She can't get rid of me now!" he said doing a fake victory sway with her captive in his arms.

Lynne threw her head back with laughter while he spun her around. 

And apparently he didn't care who saw if he smothered her delightfully with affection, he kissed her forehead again and again, printing Lynne's own forehead with the lipstick she'd planted on his lips seconds earlier, while she planted her remaining lipstick on his cheek. 

"Only you two, would manage to ruin your faces before the receiving line. Put Lynne down so the photographer can get some pictures of you two side by side," bossed Janelle.

"Hey, it's their day, let him spin her around if he wants too. It's their goofy pictures. Besides she spends most of her time all over his lap anyway, nothing new, nothing to see here," chuckled Matthew. 

Leif chuckled before putting Lynne down.

Janelle quickly took out a powder puff mirror, and Lynne's tube of lipstick out of her small clutch, helping her fix up her face and brush the lipstick Leif had re-transferred off her cheeks while they posed for pictures, after Lynne wiped her lipstick off Leif's face with his handkerchief.

They took all kinds of pictures, serious poses, romantic poses. A couple of silly poses with Lynne, Leif, Matthew and Janelle doing gangsta poses, and rocked out devil poses. So much different than the stuffy atmosphere where she grew up. Such fun!

They shook hands, and greeted their guests happily at the back of the church. After they exited the church, and went outside, they blew soap bubbles as a couple while they happily strolled toward the Limo.

They'd chosen soap bubbles over birdseed, when Leif had done research and found that sometimes the birds ate too much of the birdseed that was thrown at weddings which stuffed their stomachs, and caused some to occasionally die. 

Lynne had decided on the bubbles instead, which she felt fit them as a couple and added a childlike, whimsical and fun quality that she loved. Right before she got in the limo, she threw the bouquet, and while it landed between her buddy from the nightclub, and Janelle, Janelle, ever opportunistic seized the bouquet and declared she was next.

Once they got near the limo, Leif kneeled down, placed his arm under her calves, threw his other arm around her shoulders, and lifted her high in the air, as though carrying her over the threshold. 

***

He couldn't help carrying her. It was what he wanted to do the second she appeared in his vision as she walked down the aisle. She was perfect, and precious, and looked like a real life sexy little doll, all dressed up in her wedding gown. Lynne was his wife now, she belonged to him as much as he belonged to her, and he could wait to cart her off in the limousine and keep her forever.

Her big, hypnotic brown eyes looked up into his own, searching his, and she leaned up and kissed him sweetly on the mouth again and again while he chuckled.

He picked her up and didn't think about where her train landed, and Janelle was yelling at them in the background, and Janelle grabbed the bottom of the train and helped Lynne loop it around her arm, so it didn't get dirty. There was one thing on his mind now, getting alone with Lynney in the limo and giving her some of the treats and surprises he'd already planned for his little wifey.

They'd been so busy the past few days, planning the wedding and being with the bridal party, there had been scarcely any time alone. He looked forward to the limo ride back to the reception together, alone, just the two of them, to reflect on the beautiful occasion that had just occurred, their wonderful vows, and the fact that they'd now realized a dream he'd held in his heart for months, he and Lynne, man and wife, starting their family together.

She was so damn sweet, and she kept kissing his mouth and his cheek and he chuckled with delight as they approached the limo door.

The limo driver opened the door, and Leif placed Lynne gently on her feet. 

Leif climbed inside first, and gestured for Lynne, to help her inside.

She slid on the seat next to him, delicately starting to arrange her train, but Leif grabbed her by her waist, pulling her between his knees, all that silk, and lace, and ruffles and the warmth of her body, kissing the crown of her hair through her veil, which she'd now pinned back.

"No doing it on the way to the reception, or we'll know," whispered Janelle winking at Lynne.

Lynne giggled as the limo driver shut the door.

Finally he was alone with her!

"Now you're really my wife. Sweet baby I love you so much," he murmured tenderly stroking her mouth with a reverent thumb and kissing her forehead.

"I love you more. You make me feel loved," she murmured sweetly.

"You are very, very loved Ms. Lynne Peterson. Or should I say, Mrs. Leif Peterson. Shit. I can't believe you have my last name! Never thought I'd be getting married, or that it would feel like this. My heart is throbbing with love, and mushy feelings. Hell Lynne, don't cry baby, you aren't making it easier," he added with a gruff chuckle.

"You're my lover, my best friend, and my family, all rolled up into a damn handsome package. How can I not cry? Everything you did in there was for me. That kiss, throwing me back like that, because that was how I thought it would be romantic to be kissed as a little girl, and I told you that, and forgot it, but you remembered, and you gave me that dream, and it was romantic, and swashbuckling and made my heart stop just like I imagined it to be," she added sweetly.

"Hell if you liked that, you'll love the rest of the day then. I've got surprises for you, even in here," he added playfully.

He'd had the limo driver stock the refrigerator with chilled champagne and fruit, and he got out the champagne and a few glasses.

Lynne chuckled with delight.

"Champagne! For us, Leif this shit is so romantic, you thought of everything," said Lynne.

"Hey, I can't go slacking now that I've got you and shit. I want you to be glad you married me," said Leif playfully.

He poured a bit of champagne in Lynne's glass, and his own.

"Let's toast. And I'm going to let you do the toasting," said Leif.

"I love toasting. Something I never could do before. Yep. Sadly that wasn't allowed. But I've never given a toast for just the two of us before, you've always done it. Hmm. I'm not sure what to say. How about...to eternal love that we've found in each other," said Lynne.

"I'll toast to that baby, and finally, being able to enjoy all of you, fully, no restrictions, that's...that's a good reward for a love well chosen and cherished, and signified in a loving marriage," said Leif, raising his glass.

She grinned at him and clinked her glass, and Leif licked his lips, as she began to sip her champagne eagerly as he sipped his own.

He looked down in her eyes and he was mesmerized by the love and desire he saw in her own eyes. 

They linked arms and finished their champagne giggling.

"This is good practice for the wedding toast," he added playfully.

"Look in that fridge and see what else your husband got you," he added swatting her rear as she sat on his knee.

He'd put chilled fruit in there, all sorts of pieces and especially Lynne's favorite, pineapple, which they playfully nibbled and fed one another, Lynne playfully nipping at his fingers, while he called her a monster, and threatened to tickle her stomach as she squirmed in his lap, threatening to tick his own armpits.

The squirming of her luscious ass close to him in all that frilly silk and lace, that was what did it. He fought not to get hard during their wedding kiss but he couldn't resist it anymore, he lengthened and thickened under her plump right ass cheek, and he groaned.

He started to apologize, didn't want her to think he was a monster, for being unable to control his erection for the short limo ride to the reception, but she looked up at him so sweetly.

"God I feel so pretty when that happens now that I'm not scared of you anymore. Such a beautiful feeling to love your erections so much. Now it's my husband's erections. Damn I love it! Will you promise me Leify, you'll still get all big and hard and swollen even when we aren't even having sex, even when we are old and gray," she asked sweetly.

And oh hell, if this wasn't what he dreamed of when he walked down the aisle, the sex, the love, the friendship, all those feelings combining, he didn't know what was.

He stroked her cute button nose with his finger.

He leaned down and took her soft delicate wisp of an ear close to his face-

"Well only if you promise me you'll always get wet, juicy, and stay squirmy for me when I tease and tickle you, and pin you down, even when you are old, and wrinkly and gray. And you'll be more beautiful then, because I'll know you better. Promise," he whispered emphatically kissing and sucking her ear between his words.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 51



"I do promise to always stay squirmy and wet. Oh Leify, Leify, I think we should do something about your erection. I know it's sore! It's been so many days since you've come. I know the limo driver can't see back here, neither can anyone else. I love you baby, you're sweet and romantic to me. I don't mind taking care of you. I know you'd never tell our grandbabies that their grandma was so nasty and in love with you she sucked you off before we even got to the reception hall. What happens in the limo, stays in the limo. You've been so good the past week Leify, not only not touching me, but not touching yourself. Hell, even I couldn't do it baby, couldn't help touching myself, failed almost every night. I couldn't wait to say I do, so I could do every little thing with you that you'd never felt before, no other woman would probably ever do this for you, but I'll do it Leif and be glad to," she added sweetly, her fingers smoothing his chest under his ascot, kissing him along his neck.

"Sweetie, you don't have anything to prove to me in that area. I've told you before, but I don't mind telling you again, you're the most creative, sensual, amazing lover I ever had, and what's more, I don't think about anyone else I ever knew before you baby. It was all erased in the instant you walked across that stage. Nothing is more intoxicating than making love to a woman when there are feelings there. You are the only woman I ever loved Lynne. I can't wait till tonight when I finally know what it feels like to fuck the woman I love. But let's wait until after the reception baby," he murmured sweetly kissing her hand. 

Shit! It was the hardest thing he ever had to do, to resist her just a little bit more, until after the reception. Honestly he'd been looking forward to the reception a lot until this new bout of sexual tension she'd raised in him, and now he couldn't wait for it to be over to give into his lust and temptations. But this was her princess day, and he didn't want her on her knees yet. Furthermore, he wanted his first come as a married man deep in that tight, juicy pussy he'd learned to worship. 

Still he chose his words carefully. It was sweet, loving, and erotic what she'd offered him, oral service in the fancy limo, and under any other circumstances, he would have accepted. He adored Lynne's hunger for him, her sultriness and her wiling to explore her sexuality, and be raunchy with him.

He never wanted Lynne to feel rejected, or that she was suggesting anything offensive. Her desires and frank and open sexuality with him were part of a normal, adult sexual relationship even though she'd been reared to think very differently. And he cherished Lynne's love of sex and her overtures toward him. 

She looked at him with a wide-eyed stare, he recognized that look, her eager to please, loving look, and before she had any chance to interpret it wrong, he said simply, playfully,

"There will be plenty of time for a young wife to get on her knees, and also lay on her own back with her husband's face between her legs, sopping up her juicy pussy. But you only get one day to dress up like this and be a princess. So, I'm going to let you enjoy your princess day. And as soon as it's over, your husband is going to defile you. And I can't wait," he grunted huskily.

"I can't wait either, the dirtier the better," groaned Lynne, plopping juicy pineapple in her mouth and sucking the sweet juice with so much enthusiasm, Leif nearly wished he'd taken her up on the cock sucking.

Her full, pouty mouth was sexy as hell, and he loved the way she knew how to use those lips to bring him over the edge! It would be a long reception indeed!

***

"It'll be so dirty, that I promise you Lynne. Only reason I don't pull down your panties and have you right here is because I don't want to come on your pretty wedding gown. You just look too beautiful to muss up yet baby," he murmured sweetly. He squeezed her closer to him and gently traced her cleavage with a loving finger.

He looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing on earth. It wasn't lost on Lynne. She was a woman who had never gone to the prom, only had one boyfriend before Leif, never even really slow danced before. So to be all dressed up, looking like a princess and sitting in the lap of a man who loved her enough to marry her and give her his last name, and stared at her like she was a tasty, exotic treat, made her feel so special. 

She couldn't help it. Tears started again.

"Don't be sad darlin', it'll be worth the wait, I promise you. Not only can I not wait to fuck you, but I'll tongue my baby down everywhere now that you have my last name, and I do mean everywhere. I mean...I know I went everywhere before, licked your cute little crack before, but I know, husband knows what you like back there now, and I'll do lots of fun stuff to you back there in your cute, juicy little ass, with my tongue you've never felt before, if you just be good in your pretty little dress right now. Now I know you don't just want me to tease your crack, I know you want me to go further and rim your naughty little asshole. I'll do it as much as you want, you can sit on my face all night long. Sweet little wifey's get all the rimming they want, and what a great thing to share, something I never would do except for the woman I married. Hubby doesn't get tired now either, his tongue can last even longer than his hard dick, just be good for me right now baby, I know you're horny. I'm so horny now, I hurt, too," he groaned huskily in her ear.

"It's not...I'm not sad...you're just so beautiful to me. I can already feel that you are going to spoil me damn rotten with love and sexual pleasure, as though you didn't when you were just my boyfriend. But that...that's next level shit. I just feel like...I mean you don't ever...it's not...you aren't harsh with me. Even when you say no it doesn't feel mean. And I didn't want to...I didn't mean to...I just...I just want to make you happy, and I know you've been trying to be good waiting so long, so many days, I just like for you to have good orgasms with me because it makes you feel good and happy and it makes me feel close with you. Guess it was a little dirty to say I'd do it in the wedding limo," chuckled Lynne looking bashfully at the blue soles of her wedding shoes.

"Sweetie, I like dirty, a lot, and I wouldn't marry a woman who didn't want to be dirty with her husband. What's the point in being married? What kind of fun is that? I'm only saying no because you are all dressed up, and it's your princess day and there is still fun to be had at the reception. Husband wants a big, fat rain check on your sweet cock sucking, and I also wanna bust for the first time after we say our vows inside your kitty, not in your lips. Oh baby, all I could think about, all I could ever dream about, before I could be with you, and you were scared of my penis, was slamming my cock into you hard, and in my mind, you just screamed with pleasure, dug your tiny nails in my back and convulsed until you came so hard your pussy muscles drove me over the edge. We fucked and you were like a wild little banchee, did it until you kept coming, and wanted to stop because I wore you out so good, you could hardly move. That's what I want with you baby, first, and then, then we can go back to our mouths and shit, slow sexing, whatever else you want to do to get off," he murmured, between kisses of her ear.

He was so vivid in his portrayal of what he wanted to do to her, it made Lynne wet. She squirmed on his knee, and he groaned.

"Fuck it's getting harder than I ever thought possible, please don't wiggle so much you cute little thing," he murmured gently holding her firmly in her lap, so she couldn't squirm.

"Baby I don't want you uncomfortable and hard, I'll get off your lap and sit beside you, " murmured Lynne.

"It's okay, just try not to move so much. I need to get it to go back down. It hurts," he added with a playful chuckle.

Lynne angelically kissed his forehead and he smiled at her.

"Have some more fruit baby. I know you are hungry. We didn't have breakfast," he added dotingly.

They had all kinds of fruits that she loved, especially her favorites, the pineapples and the strawberries. She leaned over for the fruit platter but he was already feeding her.

He got pineapple juice on his fingers while feeding Lynne. It looked so damn delicious, and he read her mind.

"I know you want to suck my fingers, and you know you want to suck my fingers, so I don't see what the hold up is. You know you are always welcome to my fingers. Wifey can always suck them, whenever she wants, just reach for my fingers, they are yours now baby, that and anything else my little woman wants to suck," he added dotingly.

And he put his finger in the pad of her mouth.

To say that it soothed her and made her feel erotic pleasure sucking the sweet pineapple juice off his fingers was an understatement. It was just comforting, and pleasurable, and sexual, and their kinky little secret, and she groaned happily, sucking the juice entirely off his fingers.

Leif groaned. Lynne gently let go of his fingers.

"If you want it to go down, maybe that's not a good idea," she added.

They both shared hearty laughter.

"It does feel sexy to me, and I know it feels sexy to you too. But I also know it's soothing for you lovely. I'm going to give you everything you need now that I'm your husband. I know you need soothing feelings. Comfort, and love, along with the steamy sex. I love filling both needs. A lot. That shit before we were married...darling that was nothing. You get to see all the love I have stored for you in my heart because I don't have to worry about you making a fool of me and leaving, because you're a wife, not just a little girlfriend. Be prepared to be rotten as fuck," said Leif.

"Well, I feel the same way. If you thought we had a lot of fun doing wild and kinky love before, wait until you see the kind of things we do now. Oh Leify there were so many things that I dreamed about you doing to me, and so many pleasures and ways I want to submit to you baby, like I told you, all the things I wrote in my journal," she murmured huskily.

There were lots of filthy and sexy thoughts about him pushing her down on the bed, having his way with her, pinning his weight to her, so she could barely move and devouring her with kisses, and even more. She couldn't wait to feel his hot, thick dick pulsing within her again.

"Baby, you're making him want to rise again. I accept the challenge though, I promise to give you all the sexy things you crave for in your journal," he added tenderly.

They linked arms and sipped champagne.

After they downed the glasses, they kissed each other, at first tenderly, and chastely, then with increasing hunger. Soon they had to stop though, because Leif kept getting stiff under her ass cheek like a teenager, which she loved, but he didn't want the embarrassment when it was time to get out of the limo.

"Being around you, and not being able to get a stiffy, because I'm scared someone will see it, is like the longest day in the world. I swear, the second I first lay eyes on you, I got a massive boner. That was my immediate reaction before I ever met you, you were so beautiful and sexy to me! I hid it under the table. I never told you that. I thought you'd be terrified of me in the beginning, and after we fell in love I thought I'd save that knowledge for after the wedding. Anyway, suffice it to say Lynne, I loved you then, from the moment I saw you. No other woman had that kind of effect on me before, making me hard, just watching her antics, seeing you singing and cutting a rug up there on stage," said Leif lovingly.

"I'm flattered. I didn't get wet until you kissed me the first time. But oh Leify I was so marvelously wet, you remember how scared I was. I didn't know that could happen with a man in real life, and not like, with a vibrator. I was so childish. I had a lot to learn. I needed to grow up. I still have a lot to learn too, about deep passion between a man and woman, and rougher stuff, and I can't wait for you to teach me all about it , starting on the honeymoon," she added sweetly.

"I love teaching you. It's a privilege. You...you don't worry about being all grown up. You're my special sweetheart, and I love you as you are, even your sweet, innocent ways that are sometimes child like. You are safe now Lynne. Love you as you are baby," he added sweetly kissing her hand.

Love you as you are- When her whole life she wasn't enough as she was, was a lot to take in for Lynne in a wonderful way! He'd probably said it before, but this day, as his new loving wife, of less than an hour, she heard it, believed it, and understood it! 

"I...I'm so lucky you love me as I am. I love you the way you are too. And, I love having such a loving, patient teacher," she added sweetly.

"Told you in my vows I loved teaching you for the rest of my days. Hell, that's how I learn so much lovely, teaching you and your lovely ways," he added with a sweet smile. 

He indulgently kissed her forehead again and again and she hid under his neck and glowed. Feeling so loved was a marvelous sensation. 

The limo came to a stop, and although Leif and Lynne only had eyes for each other during the entire scenic ten minute ride, they finally bothered looking out of the right window, and saw that they were stopped in front of his parent's home.

It was time for the reception in the back yard.

The limo driver opened the door and escorted Leif and Lynne out of the Limo.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 52



Hi Faithful Readers,

Thank you for your patience :) I'm having to split the reception up in a few parts, but I wanted to get started on delivering this Christmas Present to you right away, so this reception will come in a few parts.

Your continued interest in these two keeps me inspired :)

***

Before they went to line up in the kitchen for their reception, they met with the minister in Leif's father's Den.

There, Janelle and Matthew were waiting with the minister so that Lynne and Leif could sign the marriage license.

He escorted Lynne in the den, gently, by her waist.

His father had left them an old fashioned quill with real ink on the desk, which he'd wanted them to use to sign the license.

He thought it would add character to the signing, and he'd also used the quill with Linda when it came time to sign their marriage license, which is why he loaned it to the two of them.

"Are you two ready to sign this and make it official," asked the minister with a smile.

"I can't wait," said Leif. And he rubbed his hands together. 

He took the quill, and in his neat cursive handwriting, wrote proudly, Leif Peterson.

Lynne took the quill, proudly signing, Lynne Miller, with her own atrocious handwriting.

"Don't worry if it's ugly baby, it's still legal," he teased.

Lynne chuckled and pinched his ass.

"I only wish that I could sign it Peterson," she added softly with a small frown, sitting the quill pen back in the holder. 

His heart washed with waves of love. Imagine that, before meeting Lynne, he thought marriage was archaic, and now he loved little Lynney so much that hearing her heartfelt desire to start signing everything with her new married name filled him with so much tenderness, care, and pride that it astounded him.

She loved the family they were creating so much, and he loved it too!

His throat got tight.

"Yeah, that Miller stuff, just doesn't look right at all. I mean, it's part of who you are but it...you're gonna be mine now," said Leif with his voice husky.

"You two are very cute, but you know she has to sign it with her maiden name, that's what's legal right now, she hasn't changed her name yet," said their female officiate with playful scolding.

"Yeah, we already know, we did it the right way, it says Lynne Miller right there, so there," said Lynne playfully sticking out her tongue at the minister.

She was cute and adorable, and the minister, and Janelle chuckled.

"Just wait until you get a whiff of him fresh out of the gym, no shower, and you'll be over this Lynne Peterson stuff," teased Matthew.

Lynne made moony eyes at Leif. 

Leif could only imagine what Lynne was thinking, but he knew she liked inhaling the smell of his sweaty skin when he was on top of her, pheromones, such powerful shit, and he well wondered whether either of their friends ever knew what it was like to crave someone, as he craved Lynne. It was why he was marrying her. When you loved the way they loved, that smell, of the fresh sweat of your lover was a pleasant one! 

And Lynne murmured softly, 

"I already like to smell his jerseys when he puts them in the wash after you two play basketball,"

"Oh brother, let's just witness this darn thing Matthew, so we don't have to listen to this stuff," said Janelle.

Janelle hastily signed under Lynne's name with her neat penmanship to be followed by Matthew.

"We'll umm...we'll get on that name change right away darling, soon as we can after the honeymoon, so you can sign everything with the new last name that you want baby," he added, and there was a lump in his throat.

Might be old fashioned it was true, but she was wearing her married name with pride.

"Yeah, I want to do it the day we get back!" cried Lynne.

"All you two have to do is go to the courthouse and fill in a change of name form. But it'll probably be easier to do it in New York, that's where you both live. Well, we're done here. That's your copy of the license. I'll give it to Leif's parents, so you can pick it up after the reception, don't want it to get lost," said the minister.

"Wait. Can I see it just a little longer? It looks beautiful. State of California Marriage license," said Lynne grinning.

"I better not see that thing framed and hanging on a wall somewhere," said Janelle with a chuckle.

"Nah, Leif will turn it into a song," quipped Matthew.

All four of them chuckled.

***

Leif, Lynne and the rest of the bridal party lined up in the kitchen to make their entrance into the back yard, where the reception was being held.

Granny LaReaux and his Granny were introduced first, then his mother and father, and finally everyone in the bridal party.

When his brother Lyle announced Mr. and Ms. Leif and Lynne Peterson, the back yard went wild with cheering. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and they had taken the most luxurious advantage of the picturesque herbal farm.

Lynne with her eye for decorating had arranged the reception with a rustic, hippie air. They had lovely, faux log tables, decorated with antique lace, with beautiful dream catchers hung high off a perch at the end of each table. 

For seating, Lynne had the wedding coordinator decorate bales of hay with the colors of the floral arrangement for the wedding. Each picnic table had two small bales of hay facing each other. There was a beautiful "log" book that they passed around each table. It was in the shape of a log, and everyone was to sign the guest book and write them one piece of advice about marriage. They also passed around two beautiful wide mouthed glass jars that Lynne and Janelle had painted for people to write longer notes of wisdom, encouragement, or reflections. 

Some also put money in them, and they were "gift" jars, for gifts of wisdom, cash, or both.

There was a tiny stage, with a few microphones set up for entertainment, along with a sound system. Lyle (Leif's brother) was serving as the wedding MC, and he'd helped to decorate the stage with the colors of the wedding, using streamers and lights that complimented the hippie, rustic theme.

The streamers and light matched the same color of the flowers that were draped around the faux log picnic tables. There were bubbles and bubble wands decorated with Leif and Lynne's wedding date for the guests to blow. Lynne felt like the bubbles at the reception suited them and tied into the theme where they blew bubbles at the church. There were also beautiful white and pink disposable cameras on each table, for the guests to take informal pictures, which Lynne and Leif were planning on developing and sharing on an online wedding page. Each place setting had a beautiful hand painted wine glass that Lynne had created custom with the dates of their wedding, and each color that was in the wedding. 

For snacks, before they ate, each table had a small jar of jam, bread, and cheese. Considering all that had occurred between the two of them secretly with Jam in the woodshed, and how much more she loved him and felt bonded with him after that jaunt in the woodshed, when he sexed her from behind and she begged him to come on her face, it seemed appropriate to Lynne to have the jam, it was a symbol of the deepening of their love. Leif whole-heartedly agreed. They also had a huge pitcher of granny's sweet tea on tap at each table. 

The wedding was beautiful, hippie, rustic, and stylish all at the same time, matching Leif and Lynne's shared values.

When she heard the cheering, when they were announced man and wife, Lynne giggled and blushed.

"I still can't get over it, when I hear him say it. That I'm your wife now!" said Lynne with a grin.

"Me either baby. Never heard something so beautiful as Mrs. Lynne Peterson. I wanna carry you piggy back, you love it so much, but I don't want to cause too much of a stir. I don't want to embarrass you sweetness. Later, I'll carry you piggy back all you want baby," he added, lovingly lacing his arm in hers.

Lynne beamed at him. He cherished her so much. Knew she loved being carried piggy back because it was new for her, and something she was missing, and wanted to carry her, but fought his natural instinct because he wasn't sure it was appropriate, and wanted to save it for a later time. In private. She had a feeling she was going to be spoiled rotten and endlessly indulged with whatever affections she'd craved and whatever she felt she'd missed growing up. She was so damn lucky.

"Leify I'd like that so much. Yeah let's wait until we are alone, and we can do whatever feels good to us with no one judging us," she said smiling at him.

He stroked her mouth with a gentle finger and kissed her forehead. 

He opened the sliding glass door, and gingerly helped Lynne down the steps for their grand reception entrance.

The cheering made Lynne feel so special, and she looked over into Leif's big blue eyes. She was gone, her eyes were watery when she looked up into his own eyes, feeling the love of their guests and the love of her man. 

He threw his arm up in the air, the arm that was holding hers, victorious.

"Now she can't get rid of me and she has to change the name on all her damn documents,"

Everyone in earshot chuckled.

"Hmm, maybe we should have let you show how liberal you are and had your name changed to Leif Miller," said Lynne.

All the women in earshot chuckled.

They walked over to their reception table, hand in hand, Leif and Lynne sitting in the middle and he pulled out her chair for her and pushed it back in like she was a fairy tale princess.

His brother, the MC, made remarks.

"Friends, family, we are all thrilled to be here today witnessing Lynne and Leif's love. Hell they make it look so easy I might ask Melissa to marry me. Leif would kill me if I stole his thunder during this reception. I can't believe my little brother has married before me, but he's found the right woman in Lynne. She's beautiful, sweet, smart, and funny. What the hell is she doing with him? Too late Lynne, can't take it all back now, it's hard as hell to get a divorce less than twenty-four hours after a wedding. Seriously, they aren't exactly alike, that's plain to the eye, but they are clearly soul mates. Some people just belong together, and the two of them love so hard, and have so much fun doing it, that they belong together, like soul mates. I thought the idea of soul mates was cheesy and fake until I saw them together, but if anyone fits that description, it's the two of them. So you saw them get married, Lynne even got my brother's ass in a church! Unbelievable! I was waiting for the ball of fire to come down from the sky and engulf Leif, leaving Lynne untouched,"

The crowd chuckled.

"But seriously, you saw their beautiful vows, and they are now man and wife, and Leif and Lynne have planned a joyous celebration where they want everyone to celebrate with them before he takes Lynne off to a honeymoon in...wait for it Lynne...wait for it...not telling you! Mainly because I don't know. Leif wants to keep this a surprise for Lynne. No one knows where he's planned the honeymoon. Except maybe a few Mafia members. Anyway, we have remarks, we're gonna feed you a nice dinner, and then we have some entertainment planned, but first, I'm going to call Lynne and Leif up for their very first dance as man and wife," said Lyle.

When Lyle first asked to be the MC for the wedding, and declined being in the wedding because he felt a little shy, Lynne was saddened, and hurt a little bit. She wanted all of his family members to play an integral role in their wedding. She thought his refusal was because he was self-conscious about his height. Lyle was only a little bit taller than Lynne and she was very petite, so him being a little taller than her still meant that he was shorter than all of the women in the bridal party. But when Lynne witnessed the way Lyle handled his MC duties with such humor, care, and heartfelt reflections, she realized that Lyle had picked the perfect role in their wedding.

He knew what would work best for him, and she was glad he was doing it, rather than them hiring someone they didn't know. She was glad Leif's brother had wisely chosen this role in their wedding, the wry commentator and organizer of the reception. It fit him! 

But now, their first dance as man and wife.

Leif was the perfect gentleman. He very gently pulled her chair out, and then he looked down at her like an expectant, happy little boy, his beautiful sky blue eyes dancing, looking in her eyes with a huge smile.

He was looking forward to their first dance as much as she was. He was so romantic, and sweet.

He linked arms with her, and led Lynne up to the tiny makeshift stage they'd set up for entertainment and dancing. When he held her hand like that, she felt like a princess.

She had her train wrapped around one hand, with the band on the end of the train, as the gown was designed so she wouldn't trip over her train, the effect made Lynne look like a medieval princess.

Leif hadn't been very vocal about his preferences for the wedding, but the one thing where he wanted a little say so was the reception. And he'd wanted to select the song for their first dance, if she'd allow him to do so. Naturally, Lynne was fine with him picking the song that they danced to, one that he felt reflected their love. 

What surprised her, was that he didn't want to tell her what the song was. He'd wanted it to be a surprise. She was antsy and eager, but she felt so very loved that he was so adamant about the song that she didn't try to press him for the arrangement.

The dance meant more to Lynne than Leif would ever know. Lynne didn't go to prom growing up, and her father and ex-boyfriend had frowned on close dancing at the church sponsored socials, so this dance, with Leif, in her wedding gown, would be her first romantic dance in public with a man. She'd had sex before she'd danced in public with a man in a romantic way, such were the circumstances of her life because of being reared in a religious cult, and with a cold, and unromantic first boyfriend, who ultimately turned into a rapist! 

Lynne could have told Leif earlier, that she wanted to go some place slow dancing in public with him, and she knew he would have seen to it that she got shown a great time and learned what it was like to be danced with romantically in public. But she kept it secret, at first, because she was embarrassed that she was such a freak, but later, after she knew she could share anything with Leif and he'd never hurt her, she kept it quiet because she felt like it would be so wonderful, and romantic, to have her first slow dance be with her husband.

She was ruminating on the thoughts when he pulled her close to him and held his hands gently around her waist like she was a real life princess. She felt like one, all dressed up in a beautiful white gown, his proud legal wife! And she was his princess, she knew it, the way he looked at her.

"You're so beautiful Lynney. And I cherish you sweetheart. This song. You're gonna hear, it means everything to me. Hell I searched, searched, and searched your little iPhone to find a song I know that you already love that adequately describes the feelings that I feel for you. And I did it. I found it, the perfect song to describe how I cherish you," he added dotingly kissing her forehead.

The music hadn't started yet, but he would not let her go, his hands planted sweetly in the small of her back, squeezing her close. And she loved the smell of him, like sweet spicy cinnamon and that dreadlock grooming shit.

He was so damn handsome in his formal tuxedo, his beautiful braids piled up in that ponytail and all those gorgeous seashells on the end. Leif looked like he'd jumped straight out the pages of a romantic romance novel and into her arms. And if that was the case, she was the fortunate one. The lucky heroine. She grinned at him almost delirious with joy, and he smiled back equally lovingly, having absolutely no idea why she was so giddy, that this handsome, sexy man who smelled so delicious was her husband, and he was going to be treating her to her first, formal dance in public! She was glad she hadn't wasted it on some looser at the prom, even though, her soul had ached to dance with a young man when she went stag, to see what it was like. 

But even though she'd been offered dances at that first prom, Lynne knew there were likely to be pictures, and her cover would have been blown, her parents would have murdered her. Later, shame came into play! What kind of twenty three year old woman had not danced romantically with a man, the same kind she supposed that had never had an orgasm with another human being, before she met Leif! But Leif took all that shame and awkwardness she'd felt, and wiped it away in the shelter of his love, and turned it into delightful explorations, with someone loving and handsome who cared about her feelings, and whose spirit she adored. And she was sure the romantic slow dancing, would be the same way, just like he'd taught her how to love a man in his bed, and be loved as a woman! She stared at him, wide-eyed and dreamy. He was her hero! Even when he didn't have any clue he was being heroic and sweet, Leif Peterson was her damn hero. 

The music started, the opening chords, she realized, was Maxwell's fortunate.

"I'm so fortunate to be your husband Lynne, fortunate to have met you, fortunate that you said yes, fortunate to make love to you, fortunate to sweep you off somewhere romantic and fuck you tonight, so that about sums it up for me. Any man who saw you in your pretty white dress today would be jealous as hell, and tell me how lucky I was. And then if he knew the person in the white dress! Damn! Oh hell Lynne. So in love with you. And fortunate. That's what I wanted our first dance to be, something romantic, and special so you knew how much you meant to me, that's why I obsessed so much over the song. Gotta have the right song for the right feeling" he added, dotingly rubbing the small of her back. 

He'd started dancing with her. He tenderly and seductively planted both his hands on her hips, and she buried her head right in his chest, and followed his rhythm. Even though no one had ever danced with her romantically in public, she knew the box step, she'd seen it on TV, and movies, and it wasn't hard to follow his lead.

He smelled heavenly and she loved the slender heft of him, and she felt herself melting in his arms, her stomach had the butterflies. Felt like she was on the Ferris wheel that he'd taken her on at the fair, floating high in the air so high her stomach tingled. 

Finally she couldn't keep the secret anymore, she couldn't because she was crying.

"Oh hell baby, don't cry. I love you too, and you make it hard for me not to cry," he said correctly interpreting her tears.

"I can't stop it," she added softly.

She squeezed him so tight around his chest.

He chuckled.

"Trying to kill me little mama, squeeze me to death? You're so damn cute," he added with another laugh. He removed a hand from the small of her back to playfully tweak her nose.

He made her feel adorable and precious to her the way he doted over her, squeezing her nose. Each time it was new for her. She learned, day by day what it was like to be cherished more than anything by somebody special. She just wrinkled her nose with pleasure and grinned at him hard! 

"Nope. Trying to make sure you are really real, and this is really happening," she added, looking up into his eyes.

And she couldn't help it, she leaned up for his mouth and knowing what she wanted, he pulled her little chin dimple towards him, kissing her sweetly.

"Hell yeah it's happening, and you can't get out now, you're my lawfully wedded wife, too late for second chances. Plus your name is on my damn ass, no way in hell are you backing out now," he added with a playful chuckle, twirling her around in a little bit of a more complicated box pattern.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 52



Now she felt a little nervous and looked away from his handsome face and then down at their feet to make sure she was doing the right thing. The dance was getting more complicated, and she needed to see their feet to make sure she was stepping correctly, even though she had good rhythm and was a natural dancer, following the lead of a male partner was a bit complicated with a lack of experience. 

"I never want to get out of being your wife Leif. The thought of it makes me want to cry. Everything is so romantic right now. Did you know...I have a secret. This...this is my first, real formal dance with a man. My wedding dance with you. I feel like a princess. I feel pretty and special to you. I can't even believe you picked this beautiful song. It's so sweet! You feel fortunate. Hell it's the perfect song Leif, I feel fortunate to have found you, everyday, from the second I wake up, until the second I fall asleep, usually in your arms until this last week, and I can't wait to sleep in your arms again tonight, under your heart, where I belong," sighed Lynne.

"You umm...no slow dances for my little Lynney before. I knew you went stag to the prom, because proms weren't allowed for you...knew things were strict and you couldn't date boys outside your little faith community, but I didn't know you'd never slow danced romantically with another man...but it makes sense...given your background. The strict hell you grew up in. Even the prom had to be a secret for my baby, I already knew that. But didn't know you didn't even get one dance baby! All dressed up and couldn't have any male attention, any sweet innocent dance and a kiss on the cheek? That makes all teenage girls feel pretty- I didn't...I could give a care about that shit before, making a girl feel special, before I met you Lynney but I've learned so much from you. Oh Lynney I'm sorry you never had slow dances before, but I am so honored to be the first man to give you a proper slow dance. You are gorgeous and perfect as hell to your husband, and you are my little princess, always...I wish you'd told me that when we were alone sometime earlier Lynne, I'd have made your first formal dance even nicer," he added gruffly.

She thought he was miffed with her for not telling him, maybe because she wasn't a good dance partner, but now he squeezed her so tight he knocked the wind out of her, and once again, when he wanted to be affectionate with her, circumstances be damned, he didn't care who saw.

He pulled her into his chest right against his heart, swaying and rocking her in time to the music, stroking her from the small of her back, all the way down to her ass through her wedding gown and dancing with her in the slowest, most romantic circle imaginable, over and over again, like they were the last two people on earth. Then he kissed the crown of her head adoringly like she was an angel! 

"A woman...her first slow dance, should be even more romantic than a boxed step. It should be like this. This is the way I would have danced with you at the prom, or at a party in someone else's basement. Do you like that sweetheart," he crooned gently.

His voice was so soft she mainly heard him because of the reflection and rumble in his chest when he spoke to her.

Lynne couldn't help her tears.

"I love it. It feels so romantic! It feels like love, and passion, at the same time. Like I'm being swept away in romance. I love it," she managed through tears and a husky voice.

"Good. I will make sure we make up for lost time. We'll go dancing together sweetheart, somewhere that you can wear a pretty gown, like you would have worn to a prom. And maybe husband will even get some dance lessons for us. That'll be fun, and make up for some of what you missed. I'd love to take you dancing in a pretty dress sweetness, as much as your little heart wants now! Hell I'll buy you a corsage and everything. And you only have to suck it if you want to... I'm a liberal guy...don't think you have to suck it because I buy you a corsage and treat you to a steak dinner after our little dance date. No ma'am! I'm way more mature than I was at my own prom. But...listen Lynney, if I buy you flowers, and take you out to sizzler will you let me kiss yours after the dance?" he teased playfully.

Lynne laughed, and laughed, and laughed, at his crazy, sick, playful sense of humor. Whenever he was feeling sweet and emotional, and he said something tender, he always followed it up with a playful, masculine punch line. When he did this, she knew he was feeling extra tender for her! She knew him so well, and knowing it was her first formal dance, and she waited so long for it, hurt him, that was why he teased her about getting up to sexual hijinks like he would have at his own prom.

She could only imagine the stunts her naughty husband got up to at his own prom. But she was so glad he'd never loved a woman before he looked into her eyes. She was so lucky that he'd waited to learn about Love in her arms. 

And he always knew how to tease her naughtily and playfully and make her blush!

"I am seriously, sorry you had to wait so long for a romantic dance, but I am hell bent on us making up for lost time as soon as we get back from the honeymoon. The YMCA has some dance classes," he added softly, smiling at her. 

"Oh Leif, this first dance is a plenty, it is all a woman could wish for, it's so romantic, I can't wait to tell our little ones, my first real dance, was with their father, at our wedding. That will be romantic as hell, even our kids will be impressed later on," said Lynne smiling brightly.

"Husbands and wives should be very romantic towards each other. We'll be very romantic towards each other, I promise, I won't forget to court you, even after we've been together many years," he added kissing her forehead. 

"Leif I believe you. We'll always work to keep it fresh, even after we have some babies. We'll both put effort into keeping the flame alive. Damn, I wish this song wasn't going to be over soon. I never want it to end. I had so much fun during my first real dance," said Lynne and she was beaming with a bright smile.

"Baby girl, this is your wedding. This entire day is based around you, and what will make you happy as we celebrate our love," he added sweetly, dotingly.

"I know, but next, your mom and dad are supposed to Dance, and then, your and your mother, and me and Garrett," said Lynne as though checking off all of the dances that were scheduled to occur next, putting her tongue in her cheek as she did when she thought.

Leif chuckled and stroked her hair. 

"They can all get their dance baby, but everything doesn't have to happen on a perfect schedule. If you enjoyed your romantic dance, ever, with a man, on your wedding day...damn that is so sweet I'm getting choked up...and you are not...hell if you are not ready for it to be over yet sweetness, it doesn't have to be. This is your day, and you get as many dances with your new husband as you want, the hell with any program we have planned! My little wifey is having her first romantic dance, and it's important that she gets to savor the moment as much as her little heart desires," said Leif gruffly, and his eyes were filled with water, and he danced her over in a boxed step towards the stage, and his brother, Master of Ceremonies.

"You just wait right here...let hubby be the dream catcher. All dressed up in your pretty little gown for your first dance, husband will dance as much as you like" said Leif tenderly, kissing her forehead, his doting plain for all fifty-five guests to witness.

They couldn't hear what was being said, but they saw him kiss her forehead dotingly and pat her rear with kindness. She heard some "awws" in the background.

"But..."

"Hush! Quiet! Love to make you happy," he added firmly, his finger over her mouth.

Then he swatted her ass with playful authority. Now she heard some chuckles.

When he shushed her because he was going to be sweet to her or wanted to show her care and her curiosity and nosiness, or her stubbornness was getting in the way, it made Lynne feel wet between her legs, and warm for him in her heart all over. She loved being obedient to Leif and didn't mind if he chastened her playfully to show her that he was a manly man, and devoted to caring for her in a gruff way. Her obedience resulted in pleasure. She couldn't wait to be obedient to him in the bedroom as well. Lynne swooned.

She saw Leif whispering in Lyle's ear, and she wondered what was going on, but Leif had motioned for her to wait, and then she saw Leif leap off the platform where he'd been talking to Lyle and grab her waist again.

"Leif has said that he enjoyed dancing with Lynne so much, he would like to have a second dance with his wife, so we're going to start that one again, from the top for Leif and Lynne. It's their day, they can do whatever they want," said Lyle.

The crowd chuckled, cheered, and applauded. And that was when Lynne realized that they were truly loved and blessed, and it really was their day. 

***

Leif's heart was already fluttering with delight when he looked down at her in his arms, looking like a beautiful living doll in her pretty white dress as he heard the strains of Maxwell's fortunate for the first dance. He couldn't think of any song that more adequately described how he'd felt since he first witnessed her on stage six months ago, fortunate! It seemed like such a short while ago, and yet it seemed like an eternity ago, because he already couldn't imagine what his life would be like, hell what he'd be doing, if he hadn't walked in the club next door and seen her playing.

She was so gorgeous, her beautiful dark brown hair framing her face with those tendril curls, the veil was gone now, her heart shaped neckline, hinting at those small, perfectly round, delicate breasts, the elegant flowing sleeves and all that flowing lace stopping just above her knee so he could see the smooth skin of her gorgeous legs. Fat, juicy little ass all covered in ruffly lace and satin. He'd called her princess sometimes but she really looked like a real life princess all dressed up in a wedding gown to be given to a prince. And she'd been given to him. If he ever believed in God, he believed in God at this moment when he looked at how perfect she was for him, physically and just in every way. And, out of all the men in the world, God had seen fit to bless him with this perfect little woman. So, even though he wasn't very religious, it was prefect that they'd married in the church. And her cult like family, they were wrong for the way they were treating Lynne, she was truly made in His image, and the fact that they couldn't see how sweet and beautiful she was, showed Leif that they were truly wicked inside.

And, when the music started, she was touched by the song, and when they danced together, it was in perfect, heart stopping harmony. He'd wanted to break the box stepped pattern and just hold her close and sway to the music, feel her body heat, and smell her, when she'd interrupted her with her bashful confession, that indeed, she'd never slow danced in public, wearing pretty formal clothes like a wedding dress.

And then, all time had stopped for Leif. It took everything in him, not to cry. He was happy they were married, he was Leify, her dream catcher husband and he saw his role as not only a lover, and protector, but a granter of all gifts and a giver of once denied pleasures, because of her circumstances prior to them meeting. 

She was a sweet, pretty flower, and when he thought about her past, being mistreated, imagine that, such a pretty girl, and no dances for his little wifey before they met, no dressing up in pretty clothes and being swirled around the floor as a teenager, or even as a young woman, because of the twisted and hateful way she was raised in a religious cult, his heart swelled up. 

Sure, he loved Lynne to madness, and he really enjoyed that he'd been the first for her in so many ways. He'd given her that first orgasm. Been the first she'd given a blowjob. The first time she enjoyed sexual penetration was with him. First time her panties got wet when kissing was in his arms. First time she was naughty and did nasty things sexually in public was with him. And now, her first romantic dance was with him. Still, he wanted what was best for Lynne, and the only thing he didn't like sometimes, was the hurt that was surrounding him getting to be the first to treat her to a new experience.

It would have been one thing for Lynne not to have danced before because she didn't like any young men before him, or even because she was shy. But knowing that she grew up in a space where she had to sneak out to get to the damn prom, and where the men were basically acculturated not to treat women romantically cut him to his core, his heart ached with pain at this new discovery. Sure he loved being the first and he certainly wasn't going to give her over to some other man on the floor so she could experience dancing with someone else as well, he didn't like when she lacked an experience because someone else deprived her of it!

Like the jam in the woodshed, when he'd learned that was her first real experience with being pampered with the jam, being someone's special girl, getting to eat any treat she wanted, and on his fingers no less, when he learned of things like that, his heart just ached. And as soon after the pinch subsided in his heart, he wanted his baby to revel in the pleasure she'd been deprived of before. 

Husband would see to it, that his wife, his Lynney had everything her heart desired!

She looked up at him, beaming, when he led her in the box pattern. He'd felt like a damn hero, he felt a little misty before the revelation, because he could see the love in her eyes, even before he knew it was such a special dance for her. But that hadn't prepared him for what to feel after the revelation, he damn hear cried. 

It explained why when he started to combine the two-step and box pattern, she looked down at his feet. Hell, he was a horrible dancer. He knew just enough not to look like a klutz at someone's wedding or a formal dance. Lynne was the natural dancer. IF he'd known, he wouldn't have made anything complicated at all, just holding her close like he was right now, the point of it, for her to enjoy being swept away, romantically by a gentleman while dressed in elegant clothes, swaying in time to the music.

He was glad his baby had come clean, and now he treated her to the kind of dance she might have gotten at a prom, from a smitten young man. He would have squeezed her close and wanted to feel her soft curves conforming to his own. He would have wanted to kiss the crown of her lovely hair and just to smell her, all dressed up in her pretty white dress. Hold that tiny, petite little body she had so close, and just squeeze her. And so, that was what Leif did, willing a tear not to fall! 

Any young man would have died to touch a girl as beautiful as Lynne at a school dance, and yet, she was his to love emotionally, romantically, to make love to, and fuck. 

And he held her close, her soft body warming his and making his groin tingle with the knowledge that this gorgeous woman loved him, and was happy to belong to him. She held onto his chest tightly, he could feel her fingernails through his white tux.

He kept kissing the crown of her head and she made a low murmur of satisfaction and pleasure, reminded him of the sleepy moans she made when they made love deep in the night when she was half asleep. 

Being held like, while danced and romanced was so pleasurable to her soul, she murmured tiny, contented moans without even hearing herself.

He kissed her forehead again, and again, alternating between rubbing the small of her back and affectionately squeezing her butt. Whenever he squeezed her butt, she giggled and squealed like a teenager.

"Leify, stop!" she playfully protested. Her cheeks were warm with her embarrassment, fifty-five eyes watching him squeezing his wife's body, and her plump, sexy ass, with all his might while dancing with her in a delicate circle around, and around on the floor. 

Surely the guests had to know that it was difficult to resist her perfect, juicy little upside down heart shaped booty. 

"They know you are a lady! You're a married woman now, and there's not a soul in here that doesn't know what is happening you tonight, they know you are getting devoured by the big bad wolf," he teased huskily, his voice above a whisper.

"Yeah, but what they don't know is how much I long for it," panted Lynne, swiveling her hips close to his own.

"If they are watching us on this floor, and they see how sweet and seductive you sway with me, they probably have an idea," he added playfully stroking a curl out of her eye.

She punched him playfully on his chest while he moaned and laughed.

When the song came to it's conclusion, he kissed her forehead. Her eyes were still twinkly, she still looked like a starry eyed teenaged girl. His little wifey hadn't had enough of her first romantic dance.

So Leif looked at his brother, not bothering to let her go, and cried out, 

"Again,"

Lynne chuckled delightedly.

"Oh Leify, they are going to get tired of watching us out here now," said Lynne.

"I'm not tired of slow dancing with you. I'm sure you are not tired either. It's our wedding, if anyone complains, I kick them out. A woman only has a first time to slow dance in public with a man. How I cherish that it's during our wedding. I want to start this marriage off on the right foot. Now, you're having fun, and we're gonna dance until you've had enough, until you stop giving me those mooney eyes and gushing because it's your first dance," he said, his eyes full of love, voice filed with even tempered patience.

She was going to learn, one way or another, when she took that vow, her needs came first to him, over and above anyone else's, wedding guests, he loved them all, but, wedding guests be damned!

It didn't look like they minded though. They clapped and cheered when he asked to dance with Lynne a third time, this time, twirling her around in the boxed step. Once he felt she'd gotten the hang of that, then he continued what he did before, in the box step with the patterns, turning her all around on the floor, he led, and she followed perfectly, such a beautiful rhythm that even though Leif was not truly a dancer, he felt swept up in the spirit of their movements. He concluded it would be fun for them to really take a dance class together, and at the end, he could get Lynney all dressed up and take her out for a nice dinner date and dancing where she could wear a fancy gown. He bet she would like that, and probably make him feel like a king afterwards, sweet as she was! He made mental notes to really put the plan he'd teased her about in motion. He couldn't wait to surprise her! 

The song over again, he boxed stepped towards his brother, the MC.

"Do you want to dance again? Don't be shy baby, just tell your man. You can have as many dances as you want Lynney, you want to dance with your husband in your pretty wedding gown one more time?" he crooned sweetly.

And he meant it. If she wanted to slow dance with him until the sun fucking set and the food went to waste, that was fine with him. It was her day, hers to enjoy, and a first romantic dance with her husband was magical for her. Her big, pretty brown eyes were still dancing. It was so easy to please her. She didn't ask for much at all, but when she received his affection and care, she beamed! 

Painful though it might be for her, sometime on the honeymoon, he'd need his sweetie to make a list of the rules and regulations she'd been up against. He wanted to know what they all were, all at once, so he could make sure his baby got to feel what it was like to be normal in every way he could show her! Wanted to make sure there were no fun life experiences she missed due to her upbringing. He didn't want this knowledge coming out in drips and drabs anymore, he wanted the full picture so he could start working on giving his baby everything now that she carried his last name!




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 52



His heart throbbed with this protective, loving emotion, realizing that this woman he cherished, now she was his to love and care for. He never wanted to nurture his baby more, than right now! 

She looked at him and she beamed and wiped tears out of her eyes with her thumbs.

She shook her head enthusiastically no. 

"No, I want everyone who has shared in this day with us to have a good time too. It's time to honor our Mom and Dad and let them dance. We can continue our dance instruction on the honeymoon," she added with a sweet smile.

Adorable Lynne, always wanting to show care and concern for others, no matter how much he tried to make her his rotten little princess!

"Hmm, okay sweetie, if you're sure. Dance instruction on the honeymoon could be a lot of fun. They say if you dance with your husband on the honeymoon, you have to dance naked in his arms," said Leif playfully under his breath.

Lynne threw her head back and laughed at delight at his sensual teasing.

"Oh yeah, that sounds like shit that a horny husband made up who hasn't had any pussy in five days," she whispered playfully.

"Hmm...might be, I'll consult my notes," said Leif playfully returning to their table and pulling out her chair before sitting down in his own.

His brother called Garret and Linda to dance next, and they danced to Sam Cooke's "Try a little Tenderness"

Next, Leif and his mom danced together to Bette Milder's "Wind beneath my Wings."

Finally, Garrett twirled Lynne around on the floor in her second formal dance with a man, to John Mayer's Daughter's song. It touched Leif to see the sweet, father daughter bond that they were forming. 

His father had a great deal of platonic affection for Lynne, and when asked, he delighted in giving her fatherly advice, and respectful teasing, just like he would do if he'd had a daughter of his own. And he was delighted to have someone to think of like a daughter, after raising such knuckleheads.

To close out the family related dancing, Lynne and her Granny danced on two numbers, that they both shared a love of, one, Ella Fitzgerald's A train, and the second, Martha Reeves and the Vandella's dancing in the streets. Lynne and her Granny had been practicing their own special choreography all week and they danced together while everyone clapped. They were simply adorable to Leif, and he was so glad he was able to get her granny to come and witness her only loving granddaughter get married. 

After the dancing, it was time to eat. As she promised, the Minister had Lynne bless the meal with a prayer. Leif was happy that it was Lynne doing the praying. Her spiritual longing was beautiful and she was probably the most religious person there besides the minister. It was wonderful for his Lynne to learn that her spirituality would be respected, and equal to anyone else's during the wedding day meal, it wasn't a man's providence alone to pray before an assembled group. 

Her prayer, like Lynne was straightforward and beautiful.

"Heavenly father, I pray to you, on behalf of myself and my husband, and we thank everyone here for sharing in this beautiful day with all of us. And Leif and I pray that your blessing shall be upon us not just on this day, but on each and every day for the rest of our lives together. And all of these things we pray to you in the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit. And we thank you that no matter what faith anyone here shares today that we can all stand together as one, as a family, all united beautifully by our care for one another,"

Leif's throat felt husky. Her prayer was damn beautiful. Not only for the obvious, he looked forward to the rest of his life with Lynne, but also the way that she'd wanted everyone at the wedding, regardless of faith to be included in the blessing. It showed her beauty, and her maturity, and her willingness to see the beauty in all other faiths, even if Lynne did identify as Christian. She was growing up and learning about the world around her, and areas outside the confining way she was raised.

"Lynne, sweetie, I'm real proud of you, that was a beautiful blessing," he murmured in her ear, then kissing her earlobe sweetly again and again.

"Thank you Leify. It felt wonderful to pray for the two of us in public like that. I think He will bless us in our marriage, and also, everyone in here," said Lynne beaming at him.

"I don't think we'll have any trouble with them receiving a blessing with you praying over everything, sweet and innocent as you are, you're only a nasty girl for your husband, and God says that is okay," he added with a sweet chuckle, patting her back.

They feasted on a creole, southern inspired catered menu, true to Lynne's roots. They had fried shrimp, fried crawfish, and mini crab cake h'orderves with remoulade sauce, along with melon balls garnished with mint. For the main course, guests could choose from Cajun flavored chicken breast, shrimp, or fried catfish, garnished with dirty rice. Lynne and Leif nibbled and pecked at their food when they were able, as so many people were giving them congratulations, hugging them, and wanting to snap photos of them, it was difficult for them to eat.

Janelle noticed this and reserved two extra plates just for Lynne and Leif, mentioning it to Leif, saying she knew he would be hungry, and want something to eat later. So would Lynney, and he'd need to really make her eat, she was too excited, chitter chattering, posing for impromptu pictures that guests wanted to take with the disposable cameras she'd placed at each table, and hugging everyone who stopped by their table, and at the tables nearby. Whenever Lynne was excited and nervous, her little appetite went by the wayside. She went to check on the children at the mini arts and craft tables she'd set up, and to see how they were each doing on the scavenger hunt she'd given each of them, to find and identify various things that took place during the reception. Leif thought it was exceptionally sweet and thoughtful for Lynne to have thought of games so that the children felt included, and their energy was positively focused. 

Finally, Leif got her seated next to him again, just in time for them to break out the nice Champagne. Before the Champagne was distributed though, Lyle went up to the stage to announce the wedding toast for Lynne and Leif. They stood near their cake as the first glasses of Champagne were poured for them, and the caterers readied the champagne at the other tables, to be uncorked after Lynne and Leif toasted. 

Janelle was called upon to offer the wedding toast.

"I've known Lynne for many years, since freshman year in college. I was new to New York, fresh from Chicago, and didn't know anybody. You all know how shy Lynne is, well, she sat right next to me in a freshman seminar philosophy course. I was glad she was sitting next to me, because she looked kind. She smiled at me, even though she didn't know me, and I'd forgotten to bring a pencil, and she loaned me one. Despite how shy she was, we've been friends ever since. In fact, although I now realize it was a little creepy, after sitting beside her for a few weeks, I predicted we would be best friends. Even though she looked startled, by the time the class was over, we were absolutely best friends. I love Lynne like a sister! And here we are on her wedding day, and I'm proud of her, the way a big sister would be proud of a baby sister who just got married. 

So, I've been lucky enough to see the two of them, Leif and Lynne since they met. I was right there when she met him, and just like I predicted we would be best friends, I swear that I joked with her, and asked her could I be the maid of honor in her wedding the very first night they met. These two are sickeningly sweet together, beautiful together, and even though they are opposites in a few ways, they really match in a lot of other ways, and I saw that right away, their love of all forms of music, their love of nature, passion for literature, and their childlike senses of humor. They play like happy children together, and it's really sweet to see. I'm happy to witness their love each and every day, because it gives me hope in love. I'm going to be honest, where I grew up, Chicago's south side, you do not see a lot of long lasting, healthy male, female relationships. So to see them in love, and actually working on their relationship, because they have different backgrounds, even though they share a lot in common, inspires me. 

I marvel at the growth that I see in the two of them, even in the six months that they've known each other, and I know they will continue to grow together in love and unity. And I for myself look forward to many more meals with my feet under Lynne's table, because Lynne is a fabulous cook, as well as many more dinners out on the town with the two of them, because Leif is such a gentleman that when the three of us go out, he always pays, and maybe in a few years, babysitting a little person instead of always having to look after that big, damn, greedy cat that they are parenting right now. Leif, stop letting your wife feed that cat table food, and all her good cooking scraps, that cat is getting overweight! That cat is so damn fat it is on it's way to the Guinness book of world records! So I offer this toast to you two, all that you are, and all that you are becoming now that you are man and wife," said Janelle.

Everyone laughed and applauded at Janelle's remarks filled with love, and sprinkled with humor. 

Leif was touched by her speech. He had no idea that they'd been teasing and giggling like schoolgirls planning a wedding after he first met her, but it was sweet and adorable, and funny. He also thought it was cute the way she loved Lynne right away and wanted to continue to be in her company. He agreed, he'd felt the same way as soon as he met Lynne, there was something warm about her, something that couldn't be described, where you just wanted to be near her, for Leif the feeling was both loving, and sexual, but he could sense this effect she had on others in a platonic way as well. But most touchingly, was the way, even Janelle could see that their love matured each other. Leif had grown up loving Lynne the same way she'd grown up in his arms. And they would continue to grow. That was the point of marriage.

"Here, Here," said Leif banging his wine glass with a spoon, as Lynne chuckled.

They clinked glasses, linked arms, and held the champagne glass up to each other's lips. Leif's heart delighted when Lynne giggled. She giggled because the bubbles were tickling her nose. She was so damn sweet.

He chuckled too and tweaked her nose with his free hand.

"You need to sip it baby," he said playfully before sipping his own, and Lynne sipped the champagne a bit.

Then she surprised him by adorably pinching her nose together and downing the fruity bubbly fast, he supposed because she didn't want it tickling her nose, while he fed it to her.

Everyone cheered at seeing mild mannered, nerdy Lynne drink like a fish, and finishing hers before the groom.

And, once the champagne was gone, he couldn't resist kissing her full, pouty, moist little mouth, bubbles all over her cute little upper lip.

He heard some claps and some awwws, while he cupped the crown of her head.

"Sorry, couldn't help it," he murmured, sucking her top and bottom lip.

"You don't have to apologize, I like it, when you devour me, that's why I married you. You better finish off that champagne, how does it look letting your woman out drink you, you're going to look like a looser in our wedding video with your half a glass still sitting there, what will our children think?" said Lynne giggling.

He'd always wondered what people were saying to one another when they were whispering during their wedding toast. He still had no idea what others said when they toasted at weddings in private, but Lynne's silliness was fitting, the way that they always teased each other, and he chuckled delightedly from the pit of his stomach. 

Her humor and shy sensuality delighted him!

Leif loved when she teased him, and his eyes glimmered with playfulness and he glared at her, swallowing his champagne, slowly, twirling it around in his mouth, and murmured huskily-

"They'll probably think you drink like a little fish. And they'd be right, you are a damn lush. I'm glad you are drinking like a little fish, you'll enjoy your alone time with me later much better, you'll be warm, happy and relaxed, and everything I do to you will feel twenty times better, and I will be doing everything kitten, so the alcohol will help you keep up and feel less shy, better ask the man for another glass for yourself, and get ready for my lips and tongue, and cock at you everywhere nonstop for this whole honeymoon, your eyes are gonna be baggy with lack of sleep, better book a spa appointment for that ass when we get home," he murmured huskily in her ear.

Lynne tipped her head with unabashed laughter. She giggled so hard she snorted and her remaining burst of champagne went flying out of her adorable nose. She was in stiches. 

"You might be the one running around with baggy blue eyes, I mean to devour you too, it's been a long time baby, a week and I can't wait to keep you up all night long," she teased, playful mirth in her eyes.

"You just be quiet, and stop writing checks that your cute, tan little ass doesn't know how to cash, don't worry, I'll pay for the spa appointment on the return home, after I wear that ass out. I'll swipe a few extra wine bottles on the way out so you can keep up," he added playfully.

He gripped the small of her back and started smelling her, and she smelled so heavenly. Mmm. Damn! If he thought the strawberry patch smelled good last night, it had nothing on his sweet little Lynney and that damn natural vanilla scented soap his mom had created this spring! That coupled with the strawberry scents of her hair oil. Yum! He sniffed at her ear and neck, his breath and nose tickling her like a playful puppy.

More laughter, and delightful snorts from Lynne as she proceeded to swat him away. Apparently the photographers thought this moment was adorable, and they just kept snapping photos. 

"You're being naughty, and you better stop it, at least until later! It's not time yet, stop, oh Leify, please, it tickles," she squealed delightedly under her breath as he kissed and suckled her ear and the curve of her neck being playful with his promises.

There was some hooting form the males in the audience as he necked her in public playfully, unashamed by his ardor for her.

She squirmed in his arms giggling and all that did was make him want her more. 

"Baby, Leify please stop it, stop, it, you're the man, you aren't a looser, you hold your liquor better than me, and you're going to wear me out in the sack, please stop doing this it tickles! Makes me laugh! You're the manliest man I know with your liquor, and in the sack, stop being naughty!" she giggled playfully while he nibbled and kissed at the nape of her neck.

"You like it when I'm naughty, and especially when I'm dirty in public, you've told me that before. Besides I know you are a naughty girl Lynney, that's why I'm married you. It's the naughty girl who sipped that champagne like a little drunkard. Naughty wives get teased by their husbands and get their pussies stuffed over and over with newlywed husband cock," he murmured under his breath playfully. 

"Leify baby, please stop it, you're making my panties feel wet," she murmured softly, firmly against into his ear, so that not a soul could hear. She squirmed like she was helpless. And she wriggled around a little bit for emphasis. Fuck he wanted her so badly! 

Only he knew, but she was trying to signal to him that her panties were literally uncomfortable at his playful teasing. 

He patted her butt affectionately right over all the cute ruffles of her gown. 

"Good, I hope to make them wet for the rest of my days or I'm a lousy husband! I'll help you take care of it later, I promise," he added with a playful grin.

Then he kissed her forehead.

He had to make it sweet again, it was getting too sexy and he felt his dick start to get a little hard. Kissing her forehead and focusing on how beautiful and sweet she was, all dressed up for her husband like an elegant, hipster little princess, saved him from getting an erection right before it was time to cut their wedding cake!

The photographers were getting all this footage, Lynne with her eyes closed, giggling, squealing, and smiling while he necked her. He still kept things appropriate, but the passion between them was natural, that was why he was marrying her, she wanted to tease him and he saw nothing wrong with showing her, playfully who was the boss. After he'd finished teasing her and was satisfied with her giggling and blushing and squirming with laughter, he squeezed his own nose, copying her and wolfing down his champagne like a drunkard as well.

All fifty-five well wishers cheered Leif's downing of the champagne on as well.

Damn the hell with everything he wanted to take her back into his old bedroom, bend her over his bed from behind give her a few more glasses of bubby and tickle stomach and her little pits, and neck her, her till she giggled and squirmed helplessly everywhere while he tore that pretty frilly dress off of her, prepared her pussy, and ass lovingly with his mouth, then entered her hard from behind in doggy like he loved, while she murmured, cooed and babbled she loved him with tipsy delight. He never could have imagined as a teenager getting married, or marrying such a beautiful woman, but he wanted her in that horny savage way he'd felt when he was a teenager, back when he could beat it three times a day and still want more. But it was Lynne who made the lust course through his veins so strongly, Lynne and only Lynne, her beauty and that intoxicating, husky, urban accent giggling, the feisty way she teased him, like a little mouse teasing a big cat! 

She was so exotically beautiful and bubbly on her wedding day he fought hard not to get an erection, because everyone would notice.

****

Leif was a big roguish tease! All that naughty shit he whispered in her ear while he'd made her cream her nice panty girdle that she was wearing under her wedding gown, which was styled like a chemise with a delicate, silky, Lycra crotch, and not nearly enough protection so she didn't feel the heat and stickiness starting to grow, her only saving grace was that she was wearing a lacy little peplum underneath her wedding gown, so that, no matter how ruined her panties were, no guest would see, it would have had to make it through all that layer of lace, and then the outer wedding gown as well. She loved messing with him, playing with him, competing with him playfully at drinking and playing video games. And she could be herself, and be free around him, he was totally comfortable with her being exactly who she was, and she cherished the playful loving environment she had with her Leify, so different than her bond with everyone else!

But, when he evened the score with masculine bluster and a promise that he'd have her and show her what he was made of, made her swoon for him. She was well aware that she was smaller and more delicate that he was, loved the heft of him squeezing her in his arms, teasing her, tickling her, necking her anyway, despite her desperate protests, and kissing her ears despite her pleas, knowing that the contact with her neck and ears made her weak, giggly, tingly and moist. 

Lynne loved the idea that he could manhandle her, wrestle her down to the floor, and tear off her wedding gown if he wished, and there would be little she could do, but whimper, and obey. And, it would be delightful because Leif loved her, and even though he was bigger than her, stronger than her, and could dominate her, he'd make it feel good because he loved her, cared about her pleasure! 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 52



And looking in his blue dancing eyes she had no doubt that if they'd been alone, he'd have poured her another glass of bubbly, made her down it, swatted her ass, and bent her over the table right where the wedding cake was, to do any, and everything to her while she mewed in delight and he probably wouldn't give a fuck if the thousand dollar cake winded up splattered in the grass. The hell with the cake, his urgency would need to be satisfied and that mattered more to him than any single material possession. Assuaging his lust, and he was so manly he made her swoon! That was just the kind of lover she knew he was, and knew he'd been holding it back from her, didn't want to scare her, and now he knew she wanted it, and that was exactly the treat she was going to get all night long as his new wife! She was lucky to have married a man that wanted her so much sensually. She felt mated to Leif, the way mates selected each other in nature! 

So, when the photographer posed them side-by-side, his hand on hers, for them to cut the wedding cake, she couldn't help her desire to tease him roguishly again, even though she'd brought it on herself by teasing him about holding his liquor.

And he was so handsome, and he smelled so good, and she loved it, loved the trouble, loved when she riled him up and her sexy man teased her, pinning her down and showing her who was boss. She knew he wouldn't get but so riled up during the wedding, but she delighted in thinking about how he would tease her later.

Leif put his hand lovingly over hers, ready to cut the cake. He delicately stroked her hand under his own.

"Your hand in my hand is so tiny and sweet. I swear lovely, even though I'm going to be after you often, and a little rougher sometimes, I will always protect you, not gonna hurt my baby, gonna make you feel joy, always, " he added dotingly, marveling at how tiny her hand was in his own when they cut the wedding cake.

His throat was husky. Just that fast, he'd pulled in another facet of their love, that deep emotional longing and the need to tenderly protect her. Damn she was so in love with this man. Their love was so broad and beautiful, there was sensual teasing when they sipped the champagne, and now there was loving reverence as they prepared to feed each other their wedding cake. 

She started to tease him sensually but now that she looked at him lovingly, his hand dotingly, protectively covering her own, she got misty eyed.

"Oh Leify, baby I love you, I already feel so protected in your arms," she murmured with a voice full of satisfaction as his hand over hers, they gently cut into the cake.

Then she felt hands again in the small of her back.

"Put your hand over mine too, and you get a cut this time," he said with playful gruffness, forcing her hand to cover his own.

She understood the symbolism in her cutting the cake with her hands over his as well.

"Always gonna respect your right to be your own woman, have your own thoughts and beliefs," he added dotingly.

Another slice with her hand on top of his.

She beamed at him.

"Doesn't mean though that I won't want your protection and guidance," she added willingly putting her hand in his own, cutting another slice with his hand on top of hers. 

"I accept the responsibility, of guiding and protecting you, willingly. Humbly," he added with a smile.

And now it was time to feed each other the cake.

Because Lynne had a silly sense of humor, and they had a multi-flavored layer cake, with chocolate and vanilla pieces, she quickly grabbed the chocolate one for Leif.

"Already know you like chocolate, no use pretending, everyone here knows your secret is out, and you can't get enough cocoa, or we wouldn't be married," she added with a husky chuckle.

He loved the flavor of her kisses above and below and sometimes he playfully teased her that he knew, he just knew black women had to be sweeter. That was just something private between them, a secret, tender fetish that got them off. 

Leif chuckled roguishly.

"You should have gotten a butter pecan cake then, to make your case about the flavors your husband likes, that's the color you are, not chocolate," he added still chuckling.

Lynne's cheeks burned. He loved to playfully tease her for being somewhat pale, even though she was black. 

She shoved the chocolate cake roughly between his mouth while his lips were open, chuckling.

"Hey wait, you little monster! I love your pretty buttery colored skin, I was just teasing you! Cut it out, you said we weren't gonna get our faces messy! Your little devil, got chocolate all over me!" said Leif with laugher, chocolate icing all around his mouth and his face.

"Oh, what, did I...did I get something on you? I certainly didn't mean too," said Lynne playfully running her fingers along his thin, shapely lips, and the corners of his lips which she'd gotten l ruined with chocolate cake icing. 

She batted her eyes as though innocent

Everyone chuckled as she mashed the piece further into his mouth, making sure to twist it around good and get some on his cheek and chin as well. 

Since they were all laughing, he stuck all three of her fingers clean into his mouth, sucking them hard licking the cake off and even playfully biting her fingers, shocking Lynne.

He didn't hurt her, but he sure did surprise her and she yelped and chuckled.

When the guests noticed him biting her fingers, everyone started to laugh! 

She kept trying to get her fingers back but he wouldn't let her until the cake, and it's icing were sucked clean.

When it was time for him to feed her, Leif immediately reached for the vanilla.

"Since you like to tease about flavors...already know you like Vanilla too. And you're gonna get all honeymoon to taste it. And, I'm not a little shit like you are, not gonna get it on your face. Gonna feed you ilke the princess you are, you are my queen," he added dotingly.

He leaned forward and gently held the cake out to Lynne's lips. She shrieked with laughter, half expecting him to mash her face in it.

"I'm not gonna get you Lynney, even though you got me. You can trust me. Your face looks too damn pretty to muss up. I'll muss up your pretty skin later, in private, after you wash off all your makeup," he murmured dotingly his voice barely above a whisper tracing her lips with a gentle thumb.

Lynne couldn't help hoping that was a promise, her stomach got the butterflies. She didn't mind him getting his vanilla spunk all over her face! She loved it, because she loved him! 

She looked at him with big startled eyes, she'd teased him and played with him and she'd made such a mess of his face, she was waiting for him to do the same with her.

"You can trust me now, come on sweetheart, I'll get you later. Don't wanna muss that pretty makeup. Eat so they can take a picture of how pretty you are. Always gonna feed and cherish you. Your husband loves you, go on and bite it," he added with a smile.

She took the cake delicately between her lips and he fed her like she was a princess, no jokes or surprises, and he was looking at her adoringly. And, after she was through, his fingers full of vanilla icing, he murmured huskily-

"Suck the icing off my fingers Lynney. I love when you do it, you love when you do it, it'll make a nice photo. Not ashamed of it. Love to comfort and pamper you," he murmured lovingly.

She closed her eyes and sucked the icing off his finger feeling like she was being allowed to sample the tastiest treat she'd ever gotten in her life, in public no less and he was not ashamed of her sucking his fingers or the joy it brought her.

When she was finished, he rained down a shower of kisses on her face while she chuckled in delight. Lynne saw them taking a ton of pictures and she knew they had some good photos during the cake cutting.

Everyone clapped and cheered. And Lynne, ever fussing over Leif cleaned his face off gently with a napkin making sure he didn't have any stray cake on his face. It was the least she could do, after he fed her so sweetly, she felt hopelessly guilty, even in a playful fashion, for ruining his face so much with the cake! 

"See how she does me, you all can see, I feed her the cake sweetly even though she smears my face up, and some of you wonder why she's running through the house in front of me, screaming while I chase her little butt all around. It's because she's a big tease, and I tease her back! You got that on the record. Hope you all are filming this," said Leif to one of the camera men.

"Oh shut up Leif, you are the biggest tease of poor Lynne you just save your antics for private," shouted his mother.

"Yeah, you tell him Linda," shouted Lynne as they made their way back to the table.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 53



***

Now it was time for Leif and Lynne to be the object of teasing that someone was inflicting. Not just in private between the two of them with hushed whispers.

"Now it's time for a little entertainment," said his brother Lyle.

Leif was shocked to see Matthew and Janelle come up to the stage. Janelle donned a long brown silky wig, an exaggerated version of one of the hairstyles Lynne wore with her natural hair, while Matthew donned a blonde dreadlock wig with a built in dreadlock cap.

"You fucker!" said Leif with a shocked chuckle, in Matthew's earshot, and Matthew promised-

"Just wait'll you see this skit," 

"Oh god, what are they going to do? Hell no, that doesn't look like me, does it," cried Lynne chuckling with wide eyes behind her hands.

It didn't take Leif long to figure out that they were doing a roast of he and Lynne.

They reenacted parts of their courtship in pantomime.

Leif watching Lynne onstage.

Lynne brushing off Leif after the set.

Sipping coffee and playing footsies. 

Horsing around playing videogames. 

Matthew tried to kiss Janelle several times in imitation of Leif trying to kiss Lynne while Janelle backed away shyly.

Finally, a fake kiss, Janelle made sure it was fake by backing up slightly. 

Everyone giggled. Finally he chased her around in hot pursuit to offer her an engagement ring.

Everyone chucked while Janelle pretending to be Lynne rubbed her eyelids with her thumbs as though she was crying.

Everyone howled with laughter.

Matthew made a few remarks.

"Since we've watched this whole romance play out, and we are their best friends, we thought there was no one better to put on this little skit. One thing we forgot though, the wedding," said Matthew.

He playfully grabbed Janelle and innocently pecked her on the lips.

Leif chuckled uproariously. Ever since Lynne and her girls and put on that wet t-shirt contest, he could tell that Matthew thought Janelle was physically hot, but he also knew that Matthew didn't like Janelle's bossy ways, her loud bossy spirit made her really difficult to love, at least for a guy like Matthew, it seemed.

And, true to form, Janelle backed up and wiped off her mouth.

"Damn it you, carrying shit too far! We didn't agree to that!" spat Janelle.

"Hey I know you didn't, but I'm taking my part seriously, I just want to make it realistic," said Matthew.

"Hey, I'm not Lynne, and you aren't going to Leif me, just club me over the head and carry me off into the sunset," huffed Janelle.

"Hey, we are sitting right here!" said Leif.

"I know right, and I resent that! Leif didn't club me and drag me off into the sunset. He clubbed me and I followed willingly," said Lynne with a smirk.

Everyone who could hear the four of them arguing started laughing.

"I did not club you, I shot you in the ass with a love dipped arrow, like cupid young lady, just for the record, and you came swooning right behind me, rubbing your ass, grinning at me, following me all around, and didn't know what hit you," said Leif playfully.

"A love dipped arrow, Leif, you are nuts Mr. Cupid," said his mother at the table next to them, chuckling hard. 

Lynne and Janelle laughed and laughed, shrieking and giggling like hens.

His brother interrupted them-

"Give them all around of applause for that roast. And, get them off the stage before they get tackled by the newlyweds. Next up, we have a special surprise for Lynne, and it's from Leif," said Lyle.

Leif's palms were sweaty. He'd wanted to surprise Lynne. Couldn't believe he was going through with this shit. On paper it had seemed like such a good idea but now his throat felt chalky and his chest felt tight. His eyes got big and reflected an even deeper blue than usual. 

"Leif, what's...what's wrong," murmured Lynne with that maternal way she got when his eyes went wide. She could tell he was nervous.

She rubbed and patted his back and it just made him even more determined.

"I...I...I gotta get you your surprise. Hell, it's the only way I can show you how I feel about you so you can understand it. Only way I can express what's in my heart. You've worked with me Lynney, got my confidence up so much, and every damn note I sing out there is for you little mama," he added dotingly caressing her cheek.

Lynne looked at him with a confused expression, exactly what he expected.

He softly pecked her lips, then turned, to get up on the stage. Matthew went behind a partition on stage and handed Leif the shiny, black, electric guitar that Lynne had given him and plugged it into the amp.

"Lynne gave me this for Christmas. I lost it, she got it back for me. But when I got it back I knew more than ever I'd be lost without her. I don't...those of you that know me, know how hard it is for me, to play guitar before a crowd. I just get nervous. And that's why I want my queen, my Lynney to come up here on stage with me, and sit right in front of me so I can look at her, as I play this song for her," he said, softly.

He'd barely gotten the words out of his mouth when Lynne picked up one of the folding chairs at the kid's table, which was empty, and brought it on stage before any of the ushers had a chance to get it for her.

His heart felt warm with wonder and amusement. She was sweet, tender, obedient to his loving wishes and lovely, and that was why he was making such an effort, something that was difficult for him, but he needed to express the depth of his love for her, and the only way he knew how to do it was his guitar.

Lynne sat down in front of him at an angle so the audience could still see him.

He needed to see Lynne's face though and was nervous with fifty five or actually one-hundred and ten eyeballs staring at him, so he placed both hands around her delicate waist and pulled her so that she was directly in front of him, the guitar and the mic stand, a vision of caramel loveliness with confused, overwhelmed exotic doe eyes staring back at him, hell yes, this was why he was doing it.

"I'm gonna...not just gonna play but I'm gonna sing. Sing a song that describes how I felt when I first looked at Lynne. Now, don't anybody laugh, I'm not the singer. Lynne is. But I wanna express how I feel. If you all laugh at me...I'll...I'll..."

"Nobody here will laugh at you my Leify. This is so damn beautiful. Anyone laughs I'll tear them limb for limb," said Lynne protectively.

His father quipped loudly

"Now this, I believe," and everyone laughed.

Their laughter at Lynne's maternal surge of pride and his father's certainty that she would indeed tear anyone who laughed to bits made Leif smile.

He started strumming his electric guitar, a disguised intro. He loved to do that for Lynne surprise her so that she had no idea what was coming, so she'd get that big, curious look in those pretty, doe almond shaped eyes.

"This isn't my composition baby, but it's a song that I love and describes how I felt when I first lay eyes on you darling, it's...the song is by Jeff Buckley. I know you know your music. Probably heard it before Lynney but not like this. Lynne your so beautiful to me, inside and out. When...when I first lay eyes on you, I was so aware, so many others would find you rare and true, and beautiful inside and out, and from the moment I saw you, I needed you to belong to me. And no matter what happens for the rest of your lives, you are mine, and I am yours, and I will protect you and love you to the ends of the earth. And you're free to be a woman with me sweetheart, all the woman that you are, and I won't never let nothing hurt you Lynney! So...this is for you my sweet, Jeff Buckely's, Everybody Here wants you...few of the words changed around to make it appropriate for how I feel about our love," murmured Leif.

He closed his eyes and started singing to her

"Twenty-nine pearls in your kiss...

A singing smile...

Coffee smell and lilac skin...

Your flame in me...

Twenty-nine pearls in your kiss..

A singing smile...

Coffee smell and lilac skin..

Your flame in me...

I'm only here for this moment...

I know everybody here wants you...

I know everybody here thinks he needs you..

I'll be waiting right here just to show you...

How our love will blow it all away.

Lynne, you're such a thing of wonder in this crowd

I'm a stranger in this town you're free with me.

And our eyes locked in deepest love..

I sit here proud...

I love when you're undressed in your dreams with me...

Oh I'm only here for this moment.

I know everybody here wants you...

I know everybody here thinks he needs you...

I'll be waiting right here just to show you...

How our love will blow it all away.

All the tears we cried 

Have dried on yesterday

The sea of fools has parted for us

There's nothing in our way 

My love

Don't you see..

Don't you see...

You're the torch to put the flame...

To all our love baby...and I rise like an ember in your name

I know everybody here wants you

I know everybody here thinks he needs you.

I'll be waiting right here just to show you...

Oh let me show you...

That love can rise like embers

Love can taste like the wine of the ages, oh babe,

And I know they all look so good from a distance, but I'm the only one...

The only one whose ever gonna love you Lynney..

I know everybody here wants you...

I know everybody here thinks he needs you...

And I'll be waiting right here just to show you...Lynney...

How our love will blow it all away.

He hardly got to finish the song, before she'd grabbed for his guitar, to pick it up and sit it on the little stand, so she could sit in his lap, and hug and kiss him.

He was sweaty and nervous, and he barely heard the applause in the background.

The only reaction he cared about was Lynne's.

He looked down at her and she had tears in her beautiful brown eyes which she was wiping away.

"I...I know that song. Leify it's beautiful. I don't...I don't care if anybody else wants me, the second I saw you, I couldn't see nobody else baby, you're the only man I ever see, in any room, you make me...you make me feel like I'm a woman, you make me know that I'm beautiful, but I only want to be that for you. And I feel proud that you feel like I'm such a prize to have. You're the gift Leify. And I'm proud as hell that you let everyone hear your beautiful voice. You're a star. That was what I wanted our first date when we sang together, and did that Marvin and Tammy Record. For you to have the confidence to sing before an audience and let someone hear all that talent you buried inside, talent I'm lucky enough to see everyday. You're beautiful Leif, and I love you very much. Thank you for choosing me," she murmured.

And she leaned up and kissed his forehead, one of his favorite things to do with her, as though he was the beautiful one. All he could do was chuckle with delight and squeeze her close in his lap, rocking her back and forth. He was glad she loved his gift of song to her. He'd practiced for secret in hours both the guitar, but especially the singing. Was the closest he could get to show her how he felt in his heart for her! That she was damn beautiful, he wanted her more than anything, loved when she lay in his arms making love and just with him in general, and he believed that bliss he found that peace in her arms was enough to blow away all the obstacles, her shitty parents, her shyness, his stage fright, his insecurities about being smart enough, none of that mattered in her arms.

***

Hearing him sing that song, Lynne was certain, as she sat in his lap and he rocked her adoringly, kissing her forehead, for all to witness that marrying for love, and passion was the absolutely best choice that she ever could have made. She never thought that anyone would cuddle her like this in public, and sing her a song. She thought this kind of love, this kind of adoration was something that only existed in a romantic comedy. And imagine, she was so afraid of Leif when they first met. Thought he was using her as a sexual experiment. If she hadn't been able to overcome all those fears, all that fright she felt when she first met him, she wouldn't have been able to see how beautiful his love would be, and how it would blow everything away, the obstacles they faced, the pain she used to feel. What a beautiful song he'd dedicated to her. She couldn't wait to show him the same beauty!

He was so handsome, and he was hers. And she didn't really care who saw them, she'd freed his arms by sitting down his guitar, now she pulled him towards her for a steamy tender kiss in front of everyone, while they chuckled and clapped.

She heard Matthew in the background

"See...that's what the hell I'm talking about. Never should have tried to be a lead singer, should have went for the guitar, look at her, polishing his tonsils, and that's just someone else's damn cover! Imagine if he'd actually taken the time to write a song," said Matthew.

Leif chuckled into Lynne's mouth, accidentally breaking off her kiss.

"Quiet mouth breather, you can start now on writing your own damn song for your own wedding, you haven't even found the one yet, so you've got a huge head start," said Leif playfully.

Everyone guffawed with laughter. 

Now was time for Lynne's tribute to Leif. She too had been working on a performance for him in secret. She looked up to her brother for her cue that she could begin her song. 

"Since this is such a musical couple, it should come as no surprise that Lynne has her own tribute for Leif. She has a very special surprise for Leif, that she's been working on for a little while," added Lyle.

Lynne went up on the stage. She signaled to Matthew, and he went behind the stage, and picked up Leif's acoustic guitar, which Lynne had him hide behind one of the large vases that contained flowers.

Matthew handed the guitar to Lynne, and she strapped it around her neck.

Lynne tapped the microphone with her finger and placed it further way from her mouth than Leif had placed the mic from his own lips. She needed the distance between the microphone and her face, because her voice was loud and powerful.

She held Leif's acoustic guitar and her hands were sweaty. She felt like shaking. Lynne normally was not nervous on stage. Normally it was a second home for her, whether she was singing with the mic, or occasionally accompanying herself on piano. But she had very limited knowledge of the guitar, so she felt a bit nervous to share what she'd been working on with her limited guitar vocabulary with the entire reception audience.

And, yet she felt compelled to share it, as a testament to her love for Leif, and the special bond that they shared. 

"So, being on this stage right here...this is the only thing I ever felt like I was born to do. Only place I ever felt completely at home, and able to be myself until Leif came along. And I was never afraid up here, but I'm a little scared right now. This whole wedding has been about sharing our love for one another. And Leif, he shows me such love, and he's so patient and kind. I...all of you all know that I sing, and play piano, and do a little dancing. Leif...he's been teaching me a little guitar. And he's the kindest and most patient teacher I've ever had, in all aspects of our life together, in romance, in our relationship just everything. Since he's been teaching me his axe, I always...want him to show me, just one other thing...one other chord. One more strumming pattern...make one more song a little simpler than the regular version so I can play another of my favorite songs even though all I know is a few open chords. No matter how much I bug the man, he's never once impatient with me. Always has time to pull me in his lap and teach his woman guitar. He cracks a big smile, calls me his little rock-n-roll babe, and shows me whatever I ask. So this song...I'd asked him to teach me the chords for this song...I knew I wanted to play the song, but didn't tell him what I wanted to know these chords for. Asked him a million chords, and he was never once impatient with me. After I knew enough chords, I pieced the song together by myself in secret. Not sure how great it sounds, but at least it's recognizable, I think...the original song is rhythm and blues but I'm going to play it for you with a more folky vibe.

It describes exactly the way I feel about Leif. He taught me about the ways of love, and all that life could offer, if I could just trust him. And damn I love him with all that I have inside me, just like the song says. Leif baby, I want you to accept this gift that I'm going to play for you and know I mean every word with every beat of my heart.

The song is called all this love. It's by El Debarge. 

Lynne started strumming the song a little slower than the recorded version. She got the strumming pattern down, then started singing to Leif, who sat directly in front of her, his eyes filled with an unmistakable glimmer of masculine pride. He was proud that he'd taught his baby the guitar and she was going to display her appreciation for his tutelage with a special song. She started to sing.

"I had some problems...and no one could seem to solve them.

But you found the answer...

You told me to take this chance and learn the ways of love...

My baby, and all that it has to offer.

In time you will see that love won't let you down..."

Lynne sang with pure bluesy, folky bluster, and played those chords that Leif had shown her with all the sincerity of her heart.

She spoke softly, strumming the guitar, interrupting her singing, quipping-

"That was how he won my heart. Now let me tell you what else he told me," said Lynne.

Everyone clapped in time to Lynne's slow folksy playing. She really played this song with such a slow, country flair because she lacked the finesse to play this song in the normal mid tempo the way she would have played it on the piano, but her sincerity won over the reception crowd. 

Now they were eating out of the palm of her hand, but the only person she was concerned about was the blond haired, blue-eyed angel sitting in front of her. 

He was teary eyed. He knew. He knew she wanted to play for him because it was a way that she could show him symbolically how much his loving teaching in all areas, romantically, sexually, and in a friendship sense had meant to her.

Lynne stood in front of him, strumming more simple chords to the tune of All This Love.

"You said that you loved me; said hurt only came to pass me...

It sounded so convincing that I gave it half a chance...

And learned the ways of love my baby...

There is so much love inside me.

And all that I have I'll give my all to you..

All..all my love Leify and 

All this love is waiting for you...my baby...my sugar...

And all this love is waiting for you...my baby...my sugar.

And all this love is waiting for you...my Leify...sweet, sweet Leify.

As the sun has its place up in the sky...

I love you...so dearly...

And all the same there's no need to wonder why...

I need you, please hear me..

Say you really love me Leify..

Say you really love me Leify..

Cause I really love you Leify...

Oh I really love you Leify..

Say you really love me baby...

Say you really love me darling...

Cause I really love you baby..

Yeah I really love you darlin'...

She strummed softly to bring the song to its conclusion. She was relieved that it didn't sound half bad even to her own ears, but she was surprised that the crowd clapped and cheered. Clearly she didn't play the song the way Leif would have played it, she used her basic rudimentary level of guitar skills and that emphatic emotion along with her impressive voice to carry the song. 

She did a small curtsey but before she could unthread the guitar around her neck, Leif stood up to take the guitar from around her neck. He sat it gently on the stand.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 53



"That was so beautiful Lynney. I love it more than any song, or anything anyone's ever done for me baby. You play so beautifully and you make me so proud of you sweet," he added lovingly. 

Those words, him being proud of her meant so much. He was always proud of her no matter what. It was a new feeling, and something she'd only experienced in his arms. It made her want to run to his arms always. 

"I appreciate that, but I still have much to learn, and I can't wait to learn more lessons from you," she added sweetly, beaming at him.

She loved being taught by Leif, mentored by Leif, it was that male doting and receiving that affection she was staving for before.

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna teach you everything I know for the rest of our lives together sweet. And yes...just like your beautiful little song, I really love you Lynney," he added.

Dotingly, unashamed in front of everyone, he kissed her forehead with reverence.

Since he was unashamed to show tenderness, she was unashamed to show lust for the tender, patient man. She couldn't wait for him to be greedy with her like he wanted. He dotingly stroked her chin dimple, grunting about how cute she was, and she stopped him in mid sentence, grabbing him by the base of his neck and plunging her tongue wildly between his lips.

Leif chuckled with delight and squeezed her ass before playfully lifting her up off the ground with a tight hug while she eagerly teased his tongue with her own passionate tongue before he got caught up in his own rhythm. 

"By the amount of kissing going on, I think it's safe to assume that Leif liked his present from Lynne, let's hear it for her again," said his brother.

Everyone clapped.

"So now we're going to start the music. And it wouldn't be a wedding to Lynne without a Karaoke Machine, because she loves Karaoke. So we're going to open up the Karaoke machine and after that we'll have a little dancing. And, I hope you don't sing every song sister, remember to play with others, sing song America," said Lyle teasingly.

"Actually, Leif and I want to do the first Karaoke song together," said Lynne.

"Leif and I want to do what?" asked Leif with loud, playful incredulity so the reception audience heard him and chuckled even though he wasn't even standing in front of the mic like Lynne.

"Oh come on you fake grouchy monster, for old times sake. On our first date, I dragged him up to do a Tammi Terrell and Marvin Gaye duet on a Karaoke Machine. Many of you know that Leif would rather play in a studio than on stage, so he was a bit warm with me for tricking him. I'm sure he'll be warm with me this evening, but I want to recreate our first date," said Lynne with a playful grin grabbing his hand.

"Oh hell, you've got me so wrapped around your finger now, just tell me what I'm doing," said Leif swatting her ass playfully.

"Ain't no mountain high enough, a tribute to our love," said Lynne.

Leif made playful grouchy little faces even as he gripped her around her waist. But the fact that he was willing to sing along with the teleprompter in good fun, and didn't fight her like he did on their first date, showed her how far they'd come in their love, and how far he'd come with his stage fright.

What a testament to their love!

The wedding photographers snapped photographs and the reception attendees clapped and cheered. 

They sounded lovely together. Lynne hoped she could convince him soon to do some type of duet with her during her own stage show. She just hoped Matthew wouldn't be jealous.

***

After the conclusion of their duet together, Lynne gave him a naughty grin. The grin she gave him made him know she had something else up her sleeve.

She took the microphone.

"So since, my husband was so brave, and did such a nice job singing that romantic duet with me, and he was a lot less shy than he was the first time in the pool hall, I have a special surprise for him. Someone bring me a chair," said Lynne.

Janelle quickly handed his Lynne a chair.

He felt like an anxious little boy wondering what she was going to do.

She had a gleam in her eye, the glimmer that she got when she was onstage and about to eat the performance alive. But that glimmer she had, was for Leif.

"Leif, you are the man of the hour. You are my new husband, but you are also my hero, and my king. I'm not ashamed to let anyone in here know what a king I think you are. You're the most beautiful person I've ever met in all my life. And you'll feel like a king tonight. I promise you that. No one in here will be surprised to know that I want to give you the royal treatment and satisfy you in every way. It's great to finally be able to admit that. Different than how I came up. Any woman who is a good woman wants to make her man feel really good in every way. Where are my bridal party girls? I think I'm going to put on a little show for you, but I need some support up here," said Lynne.

Lynne was sexy as hell.

She commanded that stage, and sat him right in the center, beside her. She called the girls up one by one, then huddled in a corner, whispering. Her beautiful brown eyes were flashing. She was giggling and snorting and he was wondering what was going on, but she was giving each girl hand signals and directing them even though he couldn't see what it was all about.

Then he heard her call 

"Lyle,"

She whispered in his brother's ear, and the music was queued.

At first, Leif had no idea what song was playing, but soon, he figured it out, a song by the nineties girl group, En Vouge.

Lynne and the four girls arranged themselves in a line in front of him, Lynne standing in front of his chair, dead center.

She looked right at Leif, and touched his nose gently with her index finger.

She sang-

"People say, that I'm to young, to let you know just where I'm coming from,"

It took a while for it to register for Leif, it was such an old song, but then, he quickly remembered it, four hot black women, singing that song, Giving Him Something He can feel. But even as hot as that vocal group En Vouge was, none of them were a match for his Lynne Peterson. 

As she sang, she pointed her leg out towards him, and jiggled her ass a little bit.

Lynne knew how great her ass was, and she actually turned around and looked at it a little bit while she repeated the refrain...about giving him something he could feel, and she wriggled her ass a little more.

Everyone at the tables were now clapping, chuckling, and whistling, enthralled by her performance, the same way she got them in a frenzy during her night club show.

She was damn beautiful, cute, and sexy all at the same time, and it was such a treat for Leif!

Corny though it may seem, when he first saw her sex kittenish antics to the song fever, when he first lay eyes on her in the club, he imagined her giving him a private song and dance performance. He probably could have asked her, and she would be willing to sing along to something and sit him in a chair and play raunchy with him, but he knew she was shy, and a different woman off stage, and he never asked, he knew he loved her forever, and he figured there was time to gently ask for it later, if she never came up with the idea of it on her own.

When she sang in the club, she playfully made eye contact, and winked at him, but this was the first time she'd ever sang to him directly.

"Living in a world of ghetto life," sang Lynne, and as she sang she pointed her leg out towards him, placing her own leg between his, quasi straddling him as though she was getting ready to sit in his lap.

If that lovely little creature didn't sit down soon, he'd have full on wood, and he'd have to pull her into his lap to conceal himself to spare the embarrassment of getting a hard on that stage in front of everyone. 

He grabbed her free hand.

He couldn't help himself, she was so lovely, and he grabbed her hand, kissed the back of her hand and started kissing all the way up her arm like a maddened French inspired Romeo. She was so damn sexy and soft, he wanted to gobble her up and fuck her right there, even in the middle of the song.

Lynne howled with laughter and made her adorable snort.

"What the hell, that's not in the performance, it's sweet though," said Lynne laughing again.

"Damn, you have made me miss this chorus. Just behave," said Lynne kissing his forehead.

She straddled his knee sideways and started stroking his hair and dreadlocked ponytail.

"Glad you're sitting in my lap now, don't get up, you're making me hard," he growled softly in her ear, biting it.

Lynne made a little squeal and chuckled moving the microphone away from her face.

She closed her eyes with delighted laughter giggling and trying to compose herself to complete the duet.

The girls in her bridal party, who she had assigned to sing backup, and dance along with her were still playing their position on both sides of Leif.

They didn't sing as well as Lynne, but they all had passable voices, and thankfully they were carrying the tune, but it didn't matter that Leif kept roguishly teasing Lynne and making her mess up her lines, because they were being thoroughly entertained.

Everyone in the reception was drinking and howling with laughter, they didn't care that she'd missed some lines they were enjoying the spectacle.

"I like the way we carry on, his loving..." sang Lynne.

She got up out of his lap, and Leif now knew if Lynne moved from in front of him, everyone could see his erection if they focused on it, and color flushed to his cheeks. He knew Lynne had gotten up because he was teasing her so terribly erotically and not allowing her to focus on the lovely little performance she was doing for him.

She still stood in front of him mercifully. She took one look with her big, pretty almond shaped eyes and started down lovingly into his own eyes, and then looked at his cock. Lynne's back was to everyone at the reception, no one could see her face but the background dancers, but Leif could see her face, and his naughty, nasty, freaky little bride looked down at his hard cock, leered at it, and made a fuck face.

Leif sure did like the way she was carrying on, shimming her little body right in front of him. The way she looked filing out her wedding gown, he wanted to give her something she could feel, hard and rough tonight!

Lynne shimmied back towards him, looking back at her full rear and draped one of her sexy thighs over his lap again. She shimmed on his lap in a playful, PG rated, suggestive version of what she was going to give him that he could "feel" later on. Like Lynne, she kept it classy, and walked that fine border so that her performance encompassed sensual elegance, and was tantalizing but not slutty.

"Giving him something he can feel...to let him know..."

Leif couldn't see himself but he knew his eyes looked wide like a little boy in a gigantic candy store. He knew it when he heard Janelle burst into laughter and start giggling.

"Oh Lynne, your poor husband," she whispered cupping the microphone.

Lynne tipped her head backwards and laughed. Damn it she was so sexy when she laughed so hard she closed her eyes, wrinkled that little nose and snorted. Every time she did it, his cock ached and he longed to make her giggle for some reason while he fucked her hard. Maybe because her laugh had such unrestrained pleasure along with innocence. Two qualities he loved in Lynne. That innocence, but the love of sexuality and pleasure.

"I like the way we carry on..."

Leif snatched the microphone.

"Hell yeah! I like the way you carry on too! And we'll be carrying on tonight for sure. I'm ready for the reception to be over!" said Leif, hijacking the microphone.

The audience roared with laughter.

Now the whole bridal party was chuckling and no one was singing a damn thing.

Leif surprised Lynne. He swatted her ass playfully.

"Get up," he whispered tenderly, nibbling and biting her ear. He couldn't help himself.

She smelled so good, like vanilla and almonds, and he wished he could wave a wand and make everyone disappear, so he could pull her into his lap, and fuck her like mad, he could see her in his mind's eye, jostling all around in his lap, bucking like a horny little mare in his lap. She was a naughty, freaky little thing only for him, even though no one else besides knew it, and she loved riding in his lap!

Lynne looked at him with wide eyed confusion, but she obediently stood up. She was used to being in control of her stage show, and he knew it threw her, for him to be commanding her. 

Thankfully, her body was still shielding him, as his cock started to soften a little bit.

He knelt down before Lynne.

The microphone was away from his mouth so no one could hear him.

"I love you so much, I worship you, when you are up there doing your thing. So sexy, free, and beautiful. Damn I've wanted you to sing a sexy song just for me ever since I met you. Oh I hope to bring out this sexy wild little creature tonight. But I'm gonna start now," he grunted huskily, his hands around her waist.

He couldn't help himself, he wanted to tempt her and take her off guard, and make her own knees shake with desire in front of all these guests, the same way she'd rendered his own manly one-hundred fifty pound body helpless when he watched her song on the stage.

Lynne looked down at him with nervous, but sensual eyes.

"Baby, what are you doing," she whispered with a chuckle.

His head was down close to her pelvis, a position they used a few times, he loved to kneel between her legs and pleasure her pussy while she stood. And he looked at her devilishly as though that was what he was about to do.

"You can't do this in public, are you mad," she whispered playfully.

He lightly caressed her knee.

"Mad about you!" he murmured, lifting the hem of her dress slightly, and exposing her garter.

He was supposed to take her garter off after they'd done a little more dancing and played with the karaoke machine, before they closed out the wedding, but he couldn't wait anymore and wanted to go with the spirit that he was feeling right now, this sweet longing to be close to Lynne, feel her, smell her.

He was supposed to simply take the garter off with his hands, but instead, he lightly lifted the ruffly hem of her dress, with delicate hands.

In front of everyone, as giving him something he can feel played in the background, he started kissing her knee cap. 

Leif called out loudly, 

"Time to give wifey something she can feel,"

And the reception peeled with laughter.

"What the hell are you doing," chuckled Lynne and she moaned and squirmed as he kissed and caressed the back of her leg, between her shin and her thigh.

His little woman was so sensitive there, and she went to mush.

"Leify! Stop, please, he's tickling me," she chuckled with deep belly laughter.

Only her bridal party girls could hear, and they all bucked their eyes at the spectacle he was putting on, and giggled with shock. 

"You're so damn sexy and cute Lynne, you're gonna be in so much trouble tonight for teasing your man. Trouble that will make you feel good all night long and glad you are so naughty and sensual and such a creative little performer and lover," he murmured sweetly.

He kept lifting her dress until he found her garter.

He looked at the garter and then at Lynne and her eyes flashed in recognition of what he was about to do.

She looked up at him, eyes filled with both delight and amusement.

He knew Lynne thought he would pull it down with his fingers, and she was shocked when he reached out, playfully nipped at her upper thigh, and pulled the garter down by clenching it between his teeth.

But it got caught in his teeth and he started shaking his head like a puppy once he got it down to her calf.

Everyone chuckled at their reception tables, watching Leif struggle to get her garter off like a frustrated puppy chewing at a shoe. 

Lynne helped Leif by kicking off her shoe, and he pulled the garter off the rest of the way with his fingers, then started kissing on her foot the same way he kissed up her hand earlier.

The song was over.

Everyone on stage was giggling.

"Leif you are so naughty, hijacking my song, stealing my garter before you were supposed to, and just generally being a devil as usual. I'm going to let someone else have a turn at karaoke now," said Lynne playfully handing the Mic to his brother.

"Let's give them a hand, I thought it was great Lynne. The objective was to give my brother something he could feel, and he felt it so much, he took your garter off with his teeth," said her brother.

Everyone laughed.

"That's my son," said Garret standing up proudly and beating his chest.

"That's your son alright!" quipped Linda looking at Garrett.

"Hey I trained him well, he's going to know how to keep his young wife happy. Removing your wife's undergarments with teeth is a useful skill," said his father.

They were sitting right next to the stage, so the bridal party could hear them. 

Lynne and Janelle both chuckled at Leif's father's teasing. 

Then Lyle put on some music that was appropriate for line dancing. 

"Oh hell no, I'm not gonna be line dancing baby. I'm okay at slow dancing, but unless you want to see how white your husband is, I won't be joining in the line dancing. You have fun with Granny and Janelle. I'm going to watch and drink with Matt and the boys," said Leif swatting her butt.

"But Leify, we have so much fun when we dance together," said Lynne pouting a little bit.

Damn it, when she looked at him with moony eyes and stuck her lip out slightly when she wanted him to do something it made him want to gather up the world and deliver it into her tiny palm.

"That's because in private, you aren't thinking about how goofy I look, and neither am I. I leave dancing to people who can actually dance like you and Janelle. When they start the slow numbers again, or any up-tempos where I can just dance facing you and swing my arms all around and hop in the air like we love, I'm all for it. Patterned line dancing, I'll be stepping on your pretty new shoes. I'll be at the table," he added, dotingly kissing her forehead.

He sat down at the table with Matt and took out those disposable cameras that they had on each table, snapping pictures of his beautiful bride, dancing and giggling in her little line dances with her female friends who could actually dance. Lynne was so damn adorable. 

They were doing the cha-cha slide, and the wobble. That kind of music wasn't his scene, but he knew about it now, and had appreciation for it, and knew which line dance was which, because of Lynne. And, maybe one day he'd learn to do this dances well enough so that he didn't feel so "white" and like an embarrassment to his light-footed bride. Lynne never made him feel embarrassed when they did the line dances, she'd always go patient and slow and make sure he could copy her little feet but he felt like he was holding her back and looked ridiculous. Dub stepping to some reggae with her, or two stepping to r&b or jumping in the air to rock suited him just fine.

"She's so fucking cute! Man she has such fun out there," said Leif with a soft manly chuckle filled with pride, snapping his photographs.

"Yeah, Lynne's a pretty bride. You're a lucky man. Leif your song out there Bro. It was...it was just amazing. I know you are shy, man but...but we should really give you a spot, a solo number in the show," said Matthew.

Leif swallowed. He didn't want a solo number. He was perfectly happy writing and arranging songs and playing the guitar. Besides, because of his bond with Lynne and her encouragement, when she heard him play and sing, he now harbored a secret desire to go out on his own and start his own band, something of his own creating, since he was the vision behind the band anyway. Sometimes there was conflict there because Leif had walked into a band that Matthew had started. But, when Leif walked into the band, they were simply covering old metal songs, and not even the "classics" according to Leif. And no new material of their own. Leif provided that band with so much direction, but it wore on him sometimes that he got no credit because Dutchie's was Matthews brainchild, Matty's project, which he started in his parents basement, when he was just fifteen years old.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 53



And honestly, Leif never would have joined anyone's band were he not so shy. He would have been starting his own. That was part of why he loved Lynney so much. She saw everything within him in terms of his musicianship and they worked on their craft together. But, what was more, Lynne was his. He didn't have to fight with anyone for her. She wanted to belong to him. And that Left Leif feeling pretty damn special, unlike he sometimes felt in the Dutchies, a hired hand, they way Matthew would sometimes try to take control of everything, even though, he knew shit about writing, arranging or even what chords sounded good together. Leif loved him like a brother, but, he was starting to feel stifled creatively in the Dutchies. Lynne had opened his eyes to just how much music was out there, and she literally listened to everything. 

Any solo numbers...he wanted to save that shit. He had a plan. He really wanted to record some duets with Lynne if she was game for it. She also was wonderful arranger and songwriter and he wanted to compose tunes with her. He was just too shy to mention it right now to Lynne, and trying to figure out how to integrate this project, these love songs he wanted to do with Lynne with his own band's work, and Lynne's stuff with her own "boys". Sometimes he wished that he'd met Lynne first, he'd really rather work with her band sometimes, helping Lynne's creativity! 

But anyway, Lynne was quite the chanteuse, what if she didn't want to be part of a duo. He kept his thoughts quiet for now, but he didn't want to step into the limelight of Dutchies right now, he'd rather see about creating something with Lynne for the future, partners in everything, the bedroom, in life, and in music.

Leif started to change the subject when he heard a loud, angry scream from Lynne.

***

Lynne was having fun, dancing along, when she felt a penetrating sting. 

It didn't take her long to figure out she'd been stung, but it hurt, and she was screaming, cussing, and made a beeline for Leif, who wore a startled expression with his big blue eyes. Everyone on the floor stopped dancing, and Lyle turned off the record. 

As soon as she ran towards Leif, he got up from the table, and scooped her up protectively into his arms. Immediately he wanted to know what the matter was, and he was there to provide her support. 

The safety she felt in his arms, all she could do was hide in his neck and murmur that she'd been stung by a "fucking bee,". The way he held her, let Lynne know, that even though only a few hours had passed since the wedding, they were a family now. He was her rock, and he couldn't give a shit about the ceremony, if she was uncomfortable, he was going to see to her right away. She'd never been so loved, and doted on before. 

"I've got you now sweetness, Dr. Leif has you," he murmured protectively.

He wouldn't even let her walk, kicked the sliding class door open after jiggling it before standing her on her feet in the kitchen.

By then, Janelle and his mother had made their way into the kitchen, as Leif hurried into the bathroom.

"Lynne what happened?" asked Janelle.

"I got stung out there, by something," said Lynne.

"Was probably a wasp," said Leif, returning from the nearby bathroom with a pair of tweezers.

Lynne was hurt by the wasp sting, and she squirmed, but she felt so safe when he reappeared in the room.

"Sit in my lap," he murmured protectively.

Lynne loved how he took charge of the situation with firm authority that was also tender. She knew he would remove the stinger, but she still felt nervous, she knew from dealing with a bee-sting before, that removing the stinger hurt. But, unlike any experience she had before, she knew it was okay to let her fears show. And her fears wouldn't be minimized. He would understand that her fears were real and do his best to soothe them. This might be a wasp sting, but Lynne felt like Leif was setting a precedent for the type of love they would show each other not only as a husband and wife team, but as a family.

If she was scared, she could let him know and he wouldn't make fun of her. She squirmed on his knee, because of both the pain and her fear.

"I'm scared," she whispered softly.

And he, just as patient as ever, not caring if his mother and Janelle were in the room murmured-

"You don't need to be scared of nothing anymore, from this day forward. Your husband will always protect you. Now be a good girl and rest your head on the kitchen table, let your husband see about fixing it," said Leif patting her rear affectionately.

Lynne bent over, dreading the sensation she knew would occur of the stinger being ripped out even as the stinger was stinging her and making her neck swell.

"It's okay darling...it's okay...my big brave wifey...so proud of my sweetness," murmured Leif softly against her neck.

He covered her neck with moist kisses which were very pleasurable. So pleasurable that it took Lynne a few seconds to realize he'd pulled out the stinger which burned.

"Ouch!" cried Lynne once she realized that he had indeed pulled out the stinger.

Leif chuckled delightedly.

"You little fake, it's over now, Linda, get me an ice-cube, Janelle, I could use a Band-Aid," said Leif. 

His chuckle made her feel warm inside. She turned around in his lap and looked at him, blushing. He lightly touched her nose with the tip of his finger.

"I know it hurts, but you were brave, and damn beautiful," he murmured dotingly.

"You're so patient Leify. Good under pressure too, as soon as I screamed and started running to you, you leapt into the crowd," said Lynne grinning at him, chin dimple in full effect. 

"Oh brother, I'm going to be so sick around you two...Leif the hero...he didn't give you mouth to mouth, he tended to a wasp-sting for crying out loud," said Janelle.

Linda laughed and laughed.

The women bustled about to get the ice-cube and band-aid that Leif had asked for. 

After they left to get the band-aid, Lynne looked into Leif's gentle blue eyes.

"I feel like an Ass," Lynne whispered.

"Well you do have a cute, shapely little ass I can't wait to sink my teeth in, and bite it, all during this honeymoon," he purred huskily pinching her bottom.

He was always groping after her like a teenage boy who couldn't control his emotions. She loved it. It made her feel beautiful, even when she pretended not to like his attention. It flattered her, and took her mind off her embarrassment about the bee-sting.

"Leify, stop it! They are right around the corner," she giggled like a schoolgirl. 

"So, if I ever get to grope your ass, it's today, it's the wedding day. Shouldn't let it look so juicy and ripe in your little white gown if you don't want it to get squeezed," he added, pinching her ass harder this time.

Lynne giggled, his naughty teasing delighted her. Then she calmed and got quiet and started again. 

"Leify. I'm serious. I yelled out and ran around screaming. Look through the window, everyone is laughing at me. I can't go back out there," said Lynne looking at the table straight in front of her.

She hated when she did something crazy and flighty like that and everyone noticed. She felt shy and ashamed, especially on her wedding day. All the focus was on her.

"Nobody, Oh hell baby, nobody better be laughing at you out there. Seems like they are concerned not laughing. But if anyone laughs at you, they'll have one angry groom to look at! All those vows on the beach, they meant nothing to you did they? I told you that I was going to be that knight and shining armor. I will punch somebody, wedding or not if they are making fun of you. I can make fun of you. I love the new dance step you pioneered the neck squeeze forward movement shuffle. But I'm your husband, and you know I mean no harm, when I tease you. Hope you make a scream like that for me baby, when I'm inside you," he panted playfully in her ear.

She chuckled. She loved when he teased her, it delighted her, because she knew he was being playful because he loved her. 

"Not as hard as you are going to scream when I tickle your pits," she threatened lunging for his arms before he squeezed them down tight.

"Hell no, you aren't gonna get me, I wasn't born yesterday. But seriously, nobody's gonna hurt you anymore. Because you're mine now. I told you before, I'll say it again, if they...if anyone out there is teasing, and it gets too mean, excuse yourself, and come have a word with your man. I'll get them straight, and you know I will," he grunted with husky seriousness.

Lynne glowed inside. He was her protector. She could always run to him, like she did in the field, when she was stung, and confused, and in pain, and he would be there for her. How ever did she get so lucky?

"I...I...I got a lot today in this marriage. I think I might have gotten the better bargain. I got a sexy lover, a friend, and a teddy bear. And in such a sexy package. I know it's silly to be embarrassed but I-"

"It's not silly. Getting stung, that shit hurts," said Leif, as Janelle and his mom returned to the room with ice-cubes and bandages.

"Hell yes it does hurt. I got stung earlier in the summer but it wasn't my wedding reception," said Linda.

"You got stung too Linda? Garrett is not doing his job spraying away those wasp nests. He always used to send me to do it when I lived here. I'll get them for you when we get back from the honeymoon, they are always hanging around out there near the porch. Hate doing it to those little guys, but they get aggressive sometimes. They got me too out there occasionally if you don't spray those wasps down. I wish the little fellas wouldn't camp out on the porch, but they like that old wood. I didn't know they'd get my baby doll though," said Leif dotingly, stroking her neck gently away from her swollen sting.

"God forbid they get your little Lynne. You'll bomb everything in the yard, even though you hate killing anything in nature because one of them had the lack of presence of mind to sting your pretty little wife. Oh Leif, you did the right thing by marrying Lynne. You are heartsick for her. And she loves you too, as soon as she felt distressful, she ran right to you. That's...that's what it takes in a marriage. If it were the reverse, Lynne would have dropped everything and ran towards you too. You take care of each other. So it's nice to see. Lynne I heard you earlier. No one's laughing. You need to learn to trust us, not just Leif. Everyone around you today at the wedding is either a friend or family. We won't hurt you like you've been hurt growing up. I think they were concerned that you were okay. But Garrett made an announcement that his daughter is okay, just stung up by a wasp," said Linda.

Garrett had called Lynne his daughter before, but she was very touched. This whole wedding, the whole day had been about love and everyone sticking together, the small incident with the bee-sting showed that even more. 

"Thanks Mom," said Lynne, smiling with gratitude.

"Yeah, thanks Mom for letting us know that Garret made an announcement. I'm sure Lynne feels a lot better now. You and Janelle, don't miss the party now. I better ice Lynney's neck down," said Leif, holding the ice cube up to Lynne's neck.

Janelle and his mother left the room. 

The ice cube was cold, and Lynne shivered from shock.

She felt him harden a bit under her left thigh. 

"It's cold baby," she added softly. 

"God when you squirm like that, oh Lynne baby, I want you so bad sweetness, you have no idea, " he panted breathlessly.

Now that she was used to the cool against the skin, the feeling of it was so erotic.

Lynne stifled a moan, wanting him to drag the ice-cube other places over her body, like, maybe over her nipple. Lynne was sensitive to textures and temperatures and they'd never played extensively with these types of things as a couple before, they were just so busy exploring each other organically with their mouths and fingers. 

"You can have me if you want it baby, I'll try not to pant to loud," groaned Lynne softly.

"Hmm...in the kitchen huh? In the kitchen with your husband, while the reception is going on outside the window, and anyone could come in here any minute. Mmm...you're such a cute little freak. Hmm...I thought you were your husband's cute little freak when you promised to give me something I could feel a few minutes ago, but I haven't seen anything yet! But I want to have you where you can moan, squeal, be as loud as you want...just to be surprised if...if I blow early, if you make those sexy little noises with that New Yawk accent," he grunted playfully. 

"Leif, don't hold anything back, baby, if you feel ready to blow right away. You've been waiting too long, and you've been so good to me, you deserve to act like an animal and get a little bit selfish. I'll try to keep up with you baby! The ice...I wish you'd rub it everywhere to cool me off. I've needed cooling off badly since the rehearsal dinner," murmured Lynne dreamily.

Leif chuckled. He took the ice cube and slowly, sensually traced it around the contours of her mouth, careful not to smudge her lipstick, and then kissed her with his hot mouth, the contrast in temperatures causing Lynne to shiver with pleasure.

"Mmm," moaned Lynne.

After she moaned, his blue eyes lit up and he lightly traced the ice-cube around her collarbone, and then drew a line down the center of her chest with it, all the way down to her cleavage. He then licked a trail in his wake, then kissing and sucking over the path of the trail of water the melted ice-cube left on her butter pecan skin. 

"Baby, please," panted Lynne cupping his head to her small and shapely breasts through her gown.

Leif chuckled. 

"You're adorable and erotic. Husband will make sure there are plenty of ice-cubes for you to play with on our honeymoon baby girl, but this swelling on your neck is going down good, and I'm just gonna hold it right here on the back of your neck again, because if your neck is going to be swollen this weekend, it's gonna be with my hickies. I'm gonna be the only one bruising you with pleasurable kisses, not this damn wasp. I'm fucking mad as hell! Little fucker took away my right to give you your first big hickey. Can't believe I never kissed and nibbled at you hard enough to make one. I've been holding so much back baby," he murmured into her ear.

His breath was hot and she squirmed.

But when he started suckling and nibbling around her ear, she felt herself lubricating down her thighs, and felt her nipples turning into little pebbles.

"I can't wait for you not to hold it in no more Leify! I'm embarrassed anyway, can't we just leave for our honeymoon, right now," she whispered.

She was embarrassed at how she ran out after her wasp sting, but now, after the stunts with the ice cube, she wanted his teasing, loving, groping, biting, sucking, and finally his fucking. What he could do to her with that ice-cube alone sent her hormones racing and her pussy ached with need. It had been six days since she felt him stretching her out with that luscious meaty dick of his!

"Hmm, as badly as I'd like to do that baby, we really need to say goodbye to some folks first if we're gonna cut out. Mom and Dad, they at least want to say a few words to us first. And I know you want to hug Janelle and your girls in the wedding. Just...let me get your neck swelling down a little more. It's going down nice. I'm glad I put this cube on your tender skin as soon as I could. Nothing else gonna mark up my baby's neck but your husband," he added with a husky chuckle.

But he kept the cube steadfastly at her neck. And always providing his playful wisdom and guidance, her husband, he was her husband now.

"Sounds like I married a vampire," quipped Lynne.

Leif playfully bore his teeth as though they were fangs.

Lynne chuckled and chuckled before their lips just melted together, she sitting primly on his knee in her wedding gown while he dotingly iced her neck.

He tickled her so much. After the laughter she sighed with contentment on his lap.

Her tummy rumbled, and he felt it.

"You haven't eaten anything except a little bit of fruit since the rehearsal dinner. You're gonna get light headed, with all that wine, the bee sting and shit. Let's have a little bite, Janelle left us some plates, we'll eat a little, and then we'll go out there and wrap shit up, and I can steal you away from everyone, and we can christen our marriage, I can't wait," said Leif with a grin.

He produced two plates and a glass of wine, and they fed each other. The food was good, and Lynne was glad that she'd eaten with Leif, she hadn't realized how hungry she was. It was a nice little bonding experience like they were sharing a candlelight romantic dinner for two all by themselves in the kitchen, talking about how much fun they had during the day and wrapping up their experiences, while they watched part of their reception through the window, the line dancing had started up again, and everyone was laughing and having a great time drinking wine.

It was romantic.

"I love the way, no matter where we are, you can whisk me away and find the time to be romantic with me alone, and sweep me off my feet, don't ever change," murmured Lynne.

She went to the refrigerator, and found a chilling bottle of their reception wine.

She couldn't find glasses, so they poured them into some of Linda's flowered coffee mugs.

"Oh hell Lynne, we're already hiding our wine in a coffee cup. Damn, I thought we'd at least save that for when our kids were teenagers. Yeah baby, I promise, to keep sweeping you off your feet as long as you want to be swept. I look forward to still grabbing your hand to slow dance, even if we have to do it around our babies toys," said Leif.

"I look forward to still getting poked by you too, and running into the bedroom for a quickie before the kids destroy the house, when they get older," said Lynne.

"Ah hell, you don't have to worry about them ruining the house unless they take after me,' he said with a roughish chuckle while they toasted coffee mugs in the air, sipping their wine.

After they finished their wine, he iced her neck down a little more.

"Swelling's almost gone, let's get you bandaged up," said Leif.

He gently applied the bandage to the delicate nape of her neck. 

Then he kissed her neck over the bandage. 

"The sting shouldn't hurt anymore, because husband kissed it," he added playfully putting their empty wine mugs in the dishwasher.

"Yeah, but something else hurts now," murmured Lynne placing his hand in her cleavage.

Leif threw his head back and chuckled.

"Let's see to our guests and say goodbye, so I can take care of the other parts of you that hurt. But I'm just warning you, you might feel it a little hard in your pussy when I love you tonight. But it's gonna feel good baby girl, I promise you," he murmured opening the sliding glass door.

When they walked back onto the porch and down into the backyard for the reception, everyone clapped and cheered.

"She's alright. Mad that the wasp got the first bite out of her neck though, that was supposed to be me," said Leif loudly as everyone chuckled.

Lyle slowed the music down, asked Lynne what music she wanted to hear since she was back. 

She chose a rock, reggae song by Sublime. It was just Leif's kind of song and they danced and bopped and did a little dub step together.

After a few more numbers, they had Lynne and Leif read a few of the quotes from the gift jars that they had at each table during the reception, and Lynne and Leif thanked their guests for the gifts of cash which were coloring the jars nicely with green, full of money for the happy couple!

Lynne was touched and teary eyed at the sweetness of her guests, both with the cash and the words of wisdom. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 53



Garrett took the microphone from Lyle and called everyone to order.

"We know you two want to get on the road for your honeymoon, and we don't want to keep you, but we'd like for the two of you to come into the front yard first. You see you've got your presents from everyone else, the money jars, money tree and the gifts of wisdom, but you haven't gotten your gift from your parents. And you're gonna need this gift Leif, no way in hell is Linda gonna let you take her damn Prius on your honeymoon," said Garrett with laughter.

Lynne looked at Leif, confused.

***

Leif was just as confused as Lynne looked. He had no idea what they were going to do if Linda wouldn't let them use the Prius. He hadn't thought that far in advance, just asked permission to use his mother's car in exchange for returning it with a filled up tank and taking it for it's next oil change after the trip. 

He didn't have transportation in California, and anyway, their old van back in New York City would never make it where he was taking her for their honeymoon. So Leif looked just as startled as Lynne.

"Yeah Leif, you and Lynne come on around the front, we need to have a long discussion about this car," said his mother.

His father threw his arm around Leif's shoulders, while his mother did the same with Lynne.

"So there's something I need to tell you two about the car," said his mother as they walked around the side of the house to the front yard.

Leif was searching his mind thinking about how he was going to fix his honeymoon with his little Lynney when he heard her high-pitched, adorable, feminine squeal.

"Holy Shit, Leify! Oh Linda, this is the nicest thing anyone could ever do for us," squealed Lynne, running toward a brand new, bold red Toyota Prius.

Lynney was thrilled beyond belief.

But Leif was so disappointed he felt his throat tighten. They always did this to him! Never let him be his own man without trying to offer some type of safety net!

He wanted to care for, love and provide for his family. He and Lynne had been saving diligently for a used Prius to get her back and forth to her voice lessons in the mornings after the weather got colder, and it would be dark in the mornings when she had to go to her voice lessons.

In fact, it was brilliant little Lynne and her budgeting that helped them come up with a plan so that they could have extra money to spend that did not impact their current budget and cramp their style. He played the guitar a little bit on subway stops before their nightclub gigs. Sometimes Lynne would harmonize along with him. 

The first time they did it, he was shocked at how much money was thrown in his empty guitar case, at least eighty dollars. Lynne had come up with the idea after watching a documentary featuring one of her favorite background singers. Since the woman was only a background singer from a small label, she actually used the subway hustle to supplement her income to make ends meet. Lynne also was well aware that there were A&R men and others who used the subway systems of New York City, and she told Leif that it was possible that they would brush elbows with one of the high powered executive men while they were putting on their show in front of the subway, who might offer either of them a record deal. 

They'd already gotten a few business cards thrown into the guitar case, but the organizations, mostly talent scouting agencies did not seem reputable. In any case, their subway hustle had garnered them over nine hundred dollars. Lynne had put that money into an orange account online, with five percent interest. Once she put their money in a high bearing interest savings account, they'd sat down and had a discussion about the type of car that they wanted. 

Truly, Leif wanted to get a cute little Mustang, or Camero. Why not, get something fun and flashy within what they could afford, a sports car? They only would be a young couple with no responsibilities for a few years longer. Soon they'd be having beautiful babies and at that point they could sell their sports car and get a practical number. But, he knew how much he loved Lynney when he pulled up the Carmax website to see what she'd wanted first, before he offered his own opinion about getting a fun and flashy car while they were young and had no responsibilities. 

"If you could have any used car, any at all Lynney, which would you want?" he'd asked her.

"Oh baby, I don't know, what do you like? Whatever you want is fine. I just...want something that is eco friendly, large enough for toddlers in about five years, and cute, like your Mom's prius," added Lynne with a grin.

Right then and there, Leif saw his hopes of getting a sporty Mustang or Camaro going down the drain. Neither of those cars was gas efficient, or toddler friendly! But he knew he'd made the right decision in marrying his little wife to be when that fact didn't bother him at all. How caring for her had matured him, and turned him into a real man! In fact, he'd admired Lynne for her wisdom, mature attitude, and sense of responsibility, both thinking about protecting the environment, and a car they could have long term, which would still be appropriate in a few years after children came along. That way they wouldn't have to sell a flashy sports car in a hurry to get a car appropriate for a growing family, and possibly lose some money along the way. 

He knew what it meant to be in a marriage and what it meant to be a good husband, because instantly, the dream in his head about zipping down the highway with her in a used Camaro rewired. He started dreaming about he and Lynne driving down the highway in an eco friendly car that was big enough for two toddlers. And, as long as Lynne was in the car with him he wanted whatever car she wanted more than he'd wanted the Camaro! 

"Show me. Show your man what you want. You were smart enough to come up with this idea for us to hustle in the subways for the extra money that we could save towards a down payment. So show me what you want baby...we'll get whatever my baby wants," said Leif, rubbing and patting her cute little juicy ass.

"I...I always wanted a Prius, ever since they came out. But...I want it in red. We couldn't have flashy colored cars in my old church. It had to be something appropriate for religious canvassing. So...I always wanted something bold, and red, because we used to have to have boring ass colors, nothing to draw undue attention to us in the neighborhoods when we preached," said Lynne.

"Baby...your husband will get you whatever color Prius you like. How about red, and I'll get you some cute, custom gold accents, maybe a cute little gold license plate frame too, maybe a customized tag, L and L, for Lynney and Leify," he added with a grin.

"Really!" said Lynne and she was beaming and shrieking with excitement.

"Yeah, baby, your man can get custom accents done, I have a few friends who do car work, I can get you some custom gold chrome on the car baby. But let's get the car first that you like. I see some good options. We'll try to get one with around 60,000 miles on it. That looks like what we can afford at these prices," said Leif.

"That sounds good baby. I think we should save almost third for the down payment. That way we can keep the payments down to about $300 a month. If we get $600 a month from our subway hustle, we can have enough saved for a $6,000 down payment on this car in about ten months. A used Prius should set us back about 20,000 dollars," said Lynne and she'd shown him calculations on her phone.

She was wearing those nerdy little glasses, and he'd been hard for her then. He'd wanted to pound her to the bed wearing those glasses until they were lopsided on her face, but he decided to save that for the honeymoon. He made a mental reminder to tell her he wanted to fuck her at least one time on their honeymoon wearing those little horned rimmed glasses that she favored while she worked at the computer, or reading.

She was damn smart, wanted great things for their life, and saw them as a cooperative team, achieving more together than they ever dreamed on their own. He loved her, and right then and there, he vowed that he would work very hard to help Lynne achieve her dream of getting a beautiful, used, red prius, first for them as a couple, and then to transport their growing family. Once they got the car, he'd have it kitted out with custom gold accents. Lynne was a gem and already seeing about how she could get the most value for them as a couple! 

She got so excited about the car, she'd started saving for these cute black all weather floor mats with the change that people were throwing in their guitar case. The cash money, she faithfully took to the bank, and then wired it into their orange account online. 

It was a project they were working towards as a couple. Lynne was proud of that project, and she'd probably told his mother and father because she was proud of their progress. Instead of his parents saying, "that's great", and cheering them on, on their own achievement, his parents had moved the goal post, the way they always did, and ran out, and bought him the car anyway.

He knew they were trying to be kind, and just wanted to give them everything so they did not have to struggle, because they themselves struggled so much when they got pregnant with his older brother while in college, and got no material help whatsoever from either set of grandparents. But Leif's parents took away his joy! Lynne had given him a sense of purpose, and sense of direction, and it was his joy, his privilege to protect and provide for his lovely little wife, and he took his vows very seriously. If he couldn't care for Lynne, and see to it that the two of them had reliable transportation, he did not deserve to have married the lovely woman this afternoon!

He wanted Lynne to feel secure that whatever dreams the two of them had, they could achieve them together. He didn't want her to feel that they needed to depend on anyone else for a handout. Leif had never even imagined all that he could achieve when he lived at home because his parents did everything for him! It was only by moving away from them and getting from under their roof that he grew some ambition and the ability to stand on his two feet, otherwise when he lived in California they were always running in there to rescue them.

He stood off to the side, watching his bride squealing and running around the car adorably and tried to mask his disappointment.

"Oh Leif it says just married! They had it decorated for us too!" said Lynne squealing.

His mother had put crepe paper silver wedding bells on the back.

"Yeah I see it. It's really, really nice," said Leif soberly.

"Oh Lynne you have to look inside too honey, a special surprise just for you," said his mother patting her back.

"The floor mats! You got us the all weather floor mats! It makes the Prius look like a racecar, I love them, with the little Toyota symbol! Damn Linda, I didn't know when I told you that we were saving for a car, that you were going to go out and get us one. And this one is new! And you even got us the floor mats I told you about. It's too much! I had no idea you were going to surprise us with a car! Damn I am so grateful. What a wedding present! You all did so much helping us with this wedding, I didn't expect you to give us another gift at all, I thought our wedding was our present from you guys! I had no idea. But we love this car! We are just starting out, so this helps us out a lot! We can use that money we were saving in the orange account for something else now. There is always something that young newlyweds need. Maybe savings for a house, or a baby fund! This is great isn't it Leif," said Lynne.

She'd opened the door to get on the drivers side, and his mother and father were so caught up in her happiness that they started to snap pictures of Lynne in the drivers seat.

Lynne, ever the ham pretended to drive, and wave out of the window.

Her excited squeals had driven some of the bridal party members and reception guests into the front yard to see what the commotion was about.

Janelle and the rest of the bridal party appeared way more excited than Leif felt about the car. 

"Leif, come on, get in, don't you want to see our new whip," squealed Lynne.

"Sure," said Leif with a clipped expression.

No one seemed to notice that he felt a little upset that they had deflated his dream of being able to provide his baby with a car, or at least have it be something they did as a couple. His hyper little bride was showing enough exuberance for the both of them. Hell, three people, the way she always did. Hyper little Lynney! If she wasn't so adorable he'd be annoyed that she failed to recognize his mood at all, and how his parents had unwittingly spoiled his independence and something he was very proud of. 

"Mmm...let's have a kiss for the photographers," said Lynne with a grin.

She pulled his head forward and started playfully making out with him.

He traced her tongue with his own, but his mind was distracted, and they had such a sonic connection that finally through the tension in his kiss, Lynne could sense something was wrong.

She pulled away.

"Leif what's getting into you baby? What's wrong, what has you upset?" whispered Lynne.

"Well talk about it later sweet," said Leif patting her knee.

"No I want to know what's wrong right now! It feels like Christmas. We are sitting in brand new car, the best wedding present ever, and you are acting like a mean, grouchy scrooge. I mean I know you pretend to be grouchy to avoid showing your feelings but you are taking it a little far. Not even showing a bit of appreciation. Please at least smile," whispered Lynne huffily. 

She was looking at him with those sassy, angry eyes that she got sometimes. Normally those eyes, made him get a little hard and want to pinch and slap her ass to show her who was boss, but right now all he could feel was disappointment and a tinge of anger. 

Leif slumped his long lean body down in the seat, and plastered on a fake grin so that they could take the rest of the photographs.

As soon as they were finished with the photographs, he got out of the car.

"Thanks mom, Thanks dad. I'm gonna go in the house now and use the restroom, and get ready to make the trip for the honeymoon," said Leif.

He had a clipped smile on his face.

He heard his mother through the open living room window asking what was wrong.

If his mother hadn't figured it out by now what was pissing him off, it showed everything that was wrong with their relationship. While Lynne's strained relationship with her own parents had underscored how much he should appreciate his own open and loving relationship with his parents, it still didn't mean he wanted his parents doing everything for him, and taking away his duty and his privilege to provide for his bride.

"You know how Leif has problems expressing his emotions sometimes without pretending to be grouchy or perturbed. The happier he is, the meaner he can be because he's embarrassed by how much he cares. He told me to tell you all he was overwhelmed and didn't know what to say, he's so happy. And so am I. Believe me he's really grateful. I'm going to go inside and check on him," said Lynne.

Leif started to feel a little warm with Lynne. He hadn't said any of that shit either! She was trying to smooth it over, and he understood it, but at the same time he felt furious at his parents, once again taking away one of the defining ways he tried to show himself to be a man, provide for himself, and his beautiful new wife.

"He's probably grouchy because he's ready to start the honeymoon. Peterson men are real men, and when they know they have the chance to get started loving a beautiful woman, nothing, even a shiny new car can dampen that enthusiasm. I used to be like that," teased Garrett.

"You can still be like that," said his mother.

He heard Lynne laugh.

"Might be some of that too. Look I apologize on behalf of the both of us for Leif's behavior. You know how men can be sometimes. He's just overwhelmed. It's been a long happy day, and he's probably overwhelmed. I know I sure am. This is the nicest thing that anyone who I considered a parent has ever done for me. We will drive it happily in good health," said Lynne.

"I know you will. Break it in on the honeymoon. Enjoy the flight back to New York, and we'll send this car to you via car delivery service within a week after the honeymoon ends. We don't even want you to worry about how you have to get the car back to New York. Take this card for when you are ready to get it delivered to your home. In the meantime, just drop it off back here before you fly back to New York, and we'll take you to the airport," said his mother.

"Awesome! I'll go check on Leif. He is really probably ready to leave now that he knows we have our own transportation, to get where we are going, and that's why he's being moody...it has been a long reception and I know he is anxious to start on our honeymoon," said Lynne.

She walked into the Living Room and shut the door, looking at Leif, who was slumped over on the Living room couch.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 54



***

Lynne opened the door to the living room while the bridal party and his mother and father were still excitedly chattering about the wedding, and the wonderful new surprise they'd been given, in a car.

She felt overwhelmed with happiness. With all that they'd done for the wedding, his parents had still given them the most amazing wedding present that they'd be talking about for years. Martin had given her a car after she graduated high school. It was under much different circumstances. It was a brand new staid beige four-door gas guzzling Buick. And that car had come with such a high cost, shuttling the older biddies in church, and their two mothers in their door-to-door evangelizing. She was actually glad to drive that car to his home, leave the keys under the seat, and take the subway home a few days before breaking up with him formally!

Receiving this car, the circumstances felt totally different. It was a gift given to the two of them with no strings attached whatsoever. Given because his mother and father loved the two of them, Leif and even Lynne, and considered her a daughter. Rather than having them struggle through trying to save for a house, a car, and start a baby fund, all at the same time, they decided to take some of the burden off for them, and get them the car that they'd wanted. Even nicer, this car was brand-new! 

Lynne had looked at the odometer. It had twelve miles on it! Even with all their saving, and hustling in the subway, unless they signed to a major label, neither of them could afford a new car, only a used car. If that car was well taken care of, they very well could be driving it clear on up until their future kids were of age to drive. 

In that way, they would be able to save a lot of money. Lynne always liked well-made classic things that lasted a long time, which provided a savings in the long term, as things did not need to be replaced so often. She applied this to furniture, clothes, and would certainly apply it to the car. Leif loved Lynne's frugality and her smartness when it came to positioning themselves for long-term success. He told her he never meant such a smart, goal oriented woman who was also beautiful. It was one of the reasons why he loved her. She may not have it altogether emotionally, but she had her financial and life plans in order! 

However, when she saw Leif sprawled out on the couch, taking up all the space with his knees and thighs spread apart wide, like he did when he wanted to assert dominance and discomfort with a situation, she knew something was the matter. Then there was his kiss in the car, which seemed as though he was distracted, and he looked positively annoyed now that she searched his face as he sat on the couch.

She just couldn't understand what happened between his parents making that announcement about their gift and showing them that car. She'd never seen somebody act so sour when they'd been just given a new automobile. His parents had spent a ton of money on that gift and they deserved to see it received with joy. Leif's parents were such a pleasure and a direct contrast to her own parents, she couldn't help but feel guilty that her side of the family was not doing anything to pitch in. 

Leif's parents were a dream, and while she didn't want to stir up conflict between her man and his parents, and her first loyalty was to her new husband, what appeared to be downright ungratefulness and flagrant disrespect did not sit well with her. Frankly his sudden sour mood was dampening the happiness she felt they should be experiencing on their wedding day.

However, Lynne also knew that she knew how to charm Leif and put him in a better mood. She prided herself on being his special girl, and bringing sunshine to his life. So, she would appeal to his emotions and affections, and then kindly explore why he was being so sour about the wedding gift from his parents. 

He was sitting on the couch, so she came over to him slowly, approaching him gently.

"Can I sit in your lap," she murmured softly.

Leif patted his thigh gruffly.

"Of course you can. Always welcome on your man's knee, for innocent or naughty reasons! Really excited about that car huh? You are so damn excited. I was going to get us a car. Mom and dad didn't give me a chance to," said Leif softly playing with his fingertips.

"Well I know you were, but now we don't have to. Now we can use that money to save for a down payment on a house. Maybe we can even start our family a tiny bit sooner. Well, maybe we don't want to do that, so we can leave plenty of time for more glorious fooling around, making love, and fucking, without our little rug-rats getting in the way first," she murmured throatily, kissing him around his earlobe.

"So, you're not even the least bit disappointed that we don't have to put in our own sweat, determination, and hard work to see to it that we secure decent transportation so you could make it to your voice lessons? I should have known you wouldn't understand Lynney, you have those sweet, childlike ways darling, you probably appreciate the feelings of parental figures caring for you," he murmured kissing her forehead, and patting her ass.

Now, he was talking down to her a little and patronizing her. The same way she found it addictive to be babied by him emotionally, she didn't like him treating her like a child when they were having a real conflict.

"Don't talk down to me right now Leify, so I do like being babied, but that doesn't mean I'm not grown up enough to see what's going on and appreciate such a fine gift! I mean, Leify, I don't really see why getting this gift is making us any less of a hardworking couple. We still have our gigs almost every night but Saturday, we are still saving our money, and busting our asses to try to get further in life. Your parents wanted to do something nice for us. They don't want to see us struggle like they struggled when they got pregnant in college by accident and no one would give them any help whatsoever, and then ended up moving in the trailer court, even though neither one of them was ever poor before. It was a big adjustment for them. Your mother tells me that story all the time, every time she does something sweet for us to help us out. I appreciate your parents, and you should start appreciating them more. Guidance that doesn't feel stifling! Love that is helpful but unconditional! Do you know how lucky you are?" asked Lynne.

When she thought about the pain and deprivation of her own home life prior to Leif, it struck her as very selfish that he couldn't see the blessing that his parents were providing them, even if he did want to show his many pride by being the one to get them a car.

"You're right lovely. I...I had no right to talk down to you like that and I apologize. You just don't understand though. I'm sure...I know I'm damn lucky compared to you. And I feel badly complaining. But you really don't understand Lynney," said Leif, sighing into her hair.

"Then make me understand baby. Tell me everything, say what's on your heart. You made me your wife today, and I want to share everything with you, be your support, just like you were there for me when I needed you. Help me understand what is so bad about a brand new Prius," said Lynne.

"Well baby, this isn't the first time Linda and Garrett have moved the goal post. My very first guitar, that blue Stratocaster? You know that one," asked Leif.

"Yeah, you use it when you fiddle around for a different sound," said Lynne.

"Yeah, and she still sounds good too, need to restring her though, and oil the fretboard, maybe you can help me with that after the honeymoon. Anyway, I'd saved a shit load of money for my first guitar, a whole one-hundred seventy-five dollars. I didn't have much more left to go. I was so proud of myself, and I told my mother. Christmas was around the corner, so she made it an early Christmas for me, and bought me the guitar. I was so upset. In getting me that guitar, and I only had fifty dollars left to go, she took away my sense of pride in accomplishment. I was so hurt. I put the money in a card and tried to give it back to them on Christmas Morning. My dad found the card, said that giving her that money would hurt my mom's feelings. He told me that I needed things for my guitar anyway, so to go ahead and buy accessories. So I bought some stomp pedals, extra strings and some chord books. But it took me a long time to get over that hurt. I felt like my parents were telling me I couldn't get that guitar on my own without help," said Leif.

"I don't think they were trying to say that at all. I think they didn't want you to struggle the way they themselves had struggled," said Lynne.

"Maybe so Lynney, but a bit of struggle is what makes you into a man. Linda would have washed my underwear clear up until I moved out of the house at twenty-one if I didn't hide them from her. I started hiding them when I became a little more of a man because of pre-come and stuff like that, you don't want your mom to see. She would wash them anyway unless I hid them. Just those little things, removing all obstacles from me, not letting me grow up and be a man. Every time I'd try to give Garrett a little something for letting me live in the cottage after I got some steady gigs, he'd tell me to save it, save it for the day I moved out of the house. And finally I started to get worried about myself. I imagined myself at thirty years old, still living comfortably and fat in my parents cottage, bringing women over in the evenings, playing guitar and smoking bud all day, and I got scared to death. I realized that I was twenty-one and still living like a teenager. I wanted to be a man. I realized the way to do that would be to move all the way to the other coast, out of the safety net. So that's what I did. I didn't have a lot of money but I learned to support myself, put a roof over my own head. Then when I fell in love with you, I had even more ambition to want to use my guitar talents to be able to provide not just for myself, but you, my lovely woman. It's even more important than providing for myself. I needed something to guide me the right way, and I never got that feeling until I held you in my arms and realized how much I loved you. That you needed me Lynney, me and me alone. You make me feel like a man baby. Guiding you. Protecting you. Loving you. Hell if I can't make a way to get you some decent transportation by saving a little bit, or if we can't at least do it, the two of us together pitching in, I shouldn't have married you today, you lovely little thing. And caring for you, being able to do more for you, keep the lights on, keep your little feet warm, fill your belly, it's not a duty, or an obligation. It is a privilege. It is a joy. Providing you for you, in all ways, emotionally, sexually, physically, baby when we took those vows today, and I saw you in that pretty white dress...well...whatever higher power you want to believe in...being able to care for you in all those ways is a blessing from that higher power. When I know you feel safe, you are content, giggling, warm, and your belly is full, my heart fills with joy. If I can't do that for you, I don't deserve to marry you today, or any other day," said Leif.

All of a sudden, Lynne began to see Leif's peevishness and moodiness in a new light. While she didn't like his lack of appreciation for his parents gift, the fact that he was upset because his parents had spoiled his opportunity to provide for her and care for their family left her feeling that Leif was even more manly than she already thought he was! 

He was a real man and he didn't want anyone else, even well meaning parents providing for his family if he felt he had the means to do so. His blue eyes held a glimmer of disappointment laced with fiery determination. He didn't want a handout from anyone, even his well intentioned Linda and Garret. Leif could be so masculine sometimes, but that determination in his eyes, made her feel this instinctive twinge in her womb, because he was the man who was destined to be the father of her beautiful babies. As her husband, he would protect and provide for her babies, but most importantly, he viewed it not as a duty, but as a privilege. She'd never known a man like him before. Her father definitely viewed his family responsibilities as a duty, not something to be enjoyed. This was a different life indeed, with her beautiful manly hippie, even if he did have these primitive mood swings when he felt something was encroaching on his "manly duties". She'd noted his peevishness before when they were having issues with her parents, when he'd wanted her to make a decision, or wanted them to accept their union. But that moodiness was out of love, and the desire to make things better. 

Now he dotingly kissed both of her hands.

"Hell yes you should have married me today, Leify. I understand what you are saying. You're a real man and you want to feel like you can care for me, or we can at lest care for each other together. Baby that is beautiful. I...I always thought I was the one doing all the rapid growing up. Well, you were already a full-fledged man when we met, but it humbles me and fills me with awe and love to know that I make you feel like more of a man, and that our relationship has even helped you to grow. When I see how your sense of responsibility has grown to such tender levels of warmth and care for me, it just makes me know that you should have married me today, and I would marry you over and over again. You are a real man, who not only wants to provide and care for me in all ways, but looks at it as a blessing. I don't know what the hell I did to get so lucky but I'm very happy to be your wife. I look at it as a privilege to be able to care for the two of us in any way as well. You are my hero," said Lynne beaming at him.

"See and that's just it. A hero doesn't take handouts from mommy and daddy. I see that you feel I'm your hero when you look in my eyes, and that is such an incredible feeling.

When they got that car for you, a car I wanted us to get with our savings, they take away some of my joy, the joy in having a precious wife, and providing for her physically, materially not just emotionally and sexually. I want you to know you are safe with me, and I can get you what you want and need, or at least Lynney, we can get it together. I was happy and proud for us to work on that goal together. I wanted to put those keys in your hand. Buy you those floor mats. Hell, I was going to also surprise you with the trunk liner. I saw you eyeing it on the Toyota website. I...I notice everything you want Lynney. It's a joy and a privilege, not ever a burden. My greatest pride to provide for you Lynney. I was filled with manly pride when I was able to move us into a bigger apartment and get a second bedroom so you had your own area to set up your piano and work on your songs. My parents were always moving the goal post. They've done it today and I'm sad as hell, they are taking away the joy in providing for my pretty little wife," he added mournfully.

"Well if you feel that way, if that's how you really feel, you need to tell them that. How are they going to know that you feel like they stop you from being a man in some ways if you don't tell them," said Lynne.

"I mean, I don't want to hurt their feelings...I don't want to do that to them," 

"Baby, you gotta tell them. You're my hero. You taught me everything about being true to myself, and standing up to my family when necessary to become the woman I needed to be. I'm actually surprised that you don't want to respectfully tell them how you feel. You don't need to do it in a way that hurts their feelings handsome, but you need to tell them how you feel about jumping in too fast to rescue you," she added, searching into his gorgeous, sky blue eyes.

Leif looked full of concern, Lynne could see the choice gnawing at him, accepting the car while saying nothing, despite his misgivings, because he didn't want to hurt their feelings, or having a conversation with his parents that would at first be uncomfortable, but would eventually move their relationship to a higher and more adult plane.

"Lynney, baby, they aren't like your parents. They just aren't. Your parents deserved a good talking too little mama, my parents bought us a car. Everyone will think I'm crazy for making a fuss about it," said Leif.

"I do still think you are crazy. Crazy as hell! I'm happy about the whip. But there's more to it there than just the whip, you see it as spoiling something you wanted to do for yourself, or even sweeter, for me. Does your brother, does Lyle feel this way, about your parents taking away things you wanted to achieve on your own," asked Lynne.

"Hell yeah. It used to be a running joke among us, not to let our parents know about any projects or other things we were doing, they'd take the reigns and try to do it for us. Not me so much, because I could give a flying shit about school, but Lyle liked school, he did well in it, but, when he was younger, there were many projects that they, well, mostly mom, came in and took over," said Leif.

He did something Lynne was not expecting. He let forth a huge belly laugh. And then he looked down into her eyes, and his eyes just sparkled. She loved that he felt close enough to her to bare his soul, and the exchange left him feeling fortified. It was the same way she felt in his arms. 

She chuckled too, only because he looked relieved. And she kissed his forehead.

"If there are legends about it between you and Lyle, this is something that clearly bothers you. I'm glad you are letting me see into your heart. At first I thought you were simply being peevish, but there is more to it, and I understand it...I get why you are unhappy about a brand new car now. Honestly," said Lynne. 

"Oh hell Lynne, I feel so close with you baby. It's just what a marriage is about baby doll. I can tell you things I never could tell another soul, and even things that I'm not sure of until I look into those big brown eyes of yours, and I see something there that makes me feel that it's okay to tell you anything. Just share those big, dark secrets, even things I can't even vocalize yet. It's like a whole universe with a language only the two of us understand. But yeah baby, they did it, all the time when we were growing up. Neither of us, I think felt like real men until we flew the coop. Lyle flew nearby, but I knew that wasn't far enough away from me if I didn't want to become a ganga smoking gigolo, I needed to move my ass all the way around the country," said Leif.

"That's what I thought you were when we met, sexy, but definitely a ganga smoking gigolo" teased Lynne.

"Well, I'm a gigolo only for you baby, you'll see tonight. And like a male gigolo I have a lot of things I'll do with my tongue, my fingers, and my dick just for you. But seriously, I don't want to spoil our beautiful wedding day, fighting about wedding present when they gave us this beautiful wedding day," said Leif.

"You haven't spoiled our wedding day! But, feeling like this about your wedding gift will always cast pallor on the day for you, if you don't resolve it in a good way now. I know it's hard, and parents are hard to stand up to. I don't know how I found the strength to do it with my own parents, even though they were clearly being manipulative, selfish, brainwashed, and cold. I never could have done it if you hadn't been family for me, loving me and guiding me. You taught me to be awoman, otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to do it. But with your parents, they are great people, they may be just a tad too zealous at helping out. They are not at all like my parents, and I'm sure they will react a hell of a lot better than mine did to my own need to stretch my wings. If you are so angry you are pouting about our new car, you should really let them know. I mean, do you want to give them the car back, and buy our own or what? Leify it's your decision, but I think that is really silly, I mean, the car has already been purchased, and we need transportation. They already have her old Prius, and your dad has his truck. Well maybe we can give them this new one and take her old one, by now it should already be paid for," said Lynne.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 54



"She loves that car. She wouldn't want this new one, he was only half joking when he said this car meant that we didn't have to get crumbs on her seats. I guess I don't mind that they gave us the present, just that they robbed me of the opportunity to contribute toward the car at all. When you drive that car, I don't mind if you think of Mom and Dad getting you something neat, but I want you to think of me as well. Ideally, I just wish they'd taken us to the dealership and just put a down payment on it themselves, and let us cover the rest in monthly payments," said Leif.

"So why don't you tell them, we'll give them half the money for the car, in monthly installments. This way, they will feel as though they've given us a wedding gift, but you get to contribute to it too, in the ways that are important for you. You get to provide for me. Well, we both do," said Lynne.

"That's a brilliant idea baby! You know what, you're a big, brave girl in your own right, and you do quite a good job holding your own and bringing in your own money. I guess you are right about telling them how I feel, and contributing towards the car. I need to do this, because it's how I feel in my heart. I look like a hypocrite telling you to stand up to your own parents, and you being afraid to do so in the beginning almost cost us our love, when I won't stand up to my own folks, even though this is not the same type of matter I mean, you are right, if I don't say something now, when will it end," said Leif.

"Well, I don't know, give Garrett and Linda a break, there are not too many more moments where they can over parent you. Our next big milestone is to have our own babies...after that, it's our own children's weddings, not much happening after that, they can spoil for you," said Lynne chuckling. 

"Oh, but you are right, that's it, I need to do something now! That area of having our own kids is fraught with danger for them to take something away I want to be doing for our own babies! I mean, I don't mind them helping out, even financially, we might even need a few things to help us here and there, but I would be so sad if they bought the baby's crib, or the first shoes for their fat little feet. I mean, there are some things, that daddy wants to do. And I'll be their daddy, and they'll be our babies, and I want to give them a bed to rest their little heads and shoes for their fat little feet. I don't care about anything else as gifts, but those two things are off limits," said Leif.

His eyes were searching hers. And just seeing, how much he already seemed to care about babies that were just future gleams in their eyes made Lynne's eyes well up.

"Well, when the time comes, I'm sure if you tell our parents that you want to provide the baby's shoes and crib as their daddy they will understand. Baby you're such a good man. I swear, everyday I thank god, in my prayers at night that you walked in that club I...oh shit...our future babies are so lucky you'll be their daddy," said Lynne wiping her eyes.

"Not as lucky as they are to have you as their mommy. I just hope they get this sweet ass chin dimple. Yes, I need to tell my folks the hard truth Lynney, I want to contribute towards that car. Gotta figure out the words to say," said Leif, playing with her chin.

"You'll figure out the words. And I can be right there if you need me," said Lynne.

"No place I'd rather you be than beside me," said Leif.

He slid Lynne off his lap and squeezed her hand guiding her into the kitchen. He watched the guests through the kitchen window as she sat in his lap quietly while he kissed her hand.

When they guests were finished the limbo, Leif called his parents inside, to have a respectful conversation about the car they'd just given them as a wedding present.

***

Lynne sat beside Leif at the table, her hands demurely folded in her lap. She could be such a little lady sometimes, and she was so elegant in her little wedding gown. She had an air of sensuality and sophistication that belied her sweet childlike behavior sometimes. That sophistication used to be reserved for the stage. But she'd showed him today how much she'd grown up since they'd fallen in love, and that sophistication was now touching their lives.

This was the same woman who told him, on their first date, when he was sitting in her kitchen chowing down pizza that she was terrified of her parents, and couldn't imagine calling them by their first names. Now granted, his parents were not harridans like her parents. But just the fact that she was grown up enough, and mature enough to realize that him holding that resentment over his parents spoiling his wish to provide his wife with a car was unhealthy, and prompting him with her desire for him to tell his parents to truth showed that she was growing and maturing. He knew Lynne had difficulty with emotional maturity due to the painful way that she was raised, so seeing how much their love was inspiring growth in such a short period of time was beautiful to him. She was gorgeous inside and out, and perfect for him, a woman he could not only laugh with and desire with intense sexual hunger, but who understood him emotionally and respectfully called him on his shit. The woman of his dreams and fantasies, and he was glad he'd made her his today, sealed the deal so she'd be his forever more.

While he waited for his parents to take their seat at the kitchen table he murmured.

"I love you so much sweet. I'm so proud of you. You've been my grown beautiful woman all day baby. From your beautiful prayer for everyone of different faiths at the reception, to telling me, I gotta be a man and stand up for what I believe in, and really, I know better...it's the right thing to do, so I thank you for calling me on it. You're just growing up baby, and it makes your husband so proud of you," he murmured huskily. 

Lynne looked at him, and she just beamed with pride at his loving words. Fuck! This was everything he'd dreamed of since he first started thinking of marriage, the way that they would nurture and solidify each other.'

"You taught me everything I know. You cared for me and nurtured me when I was alone and afraid, and I guess it helps me to grow. I'm still scared sometimes but when I tell you how you feel and I can look into your loving blue eyes, the fear of doing grown up things just melts away, even if I sometimes screw it up at first. So, I knew it was time for you to do this grown up thing, and when it's over you'll feel much better," she added.

She looked at him with her angelic grin, and he was nearly gone with desire, wanted to turn her over his knee and playfully give her something to look angelic for, the pleasure his cock could give her.

He threw his head back, chuckling and tickling her chin dimple.

"Oh hell Lynney, you're so sweet and precious to your husband, you could never screw something up so badly that I didn't adore you. Oh hell I love watching you grow baby, you've grown far beyond I ever imagined, and you're showing me all that beautiful maturity on our most special day. I'm a lucky man," he added dotingly kissing her forehead. 

"And I'm your lucky girl," said Lynne.

"My special girl I'll make you feel lucky tonight darlin', that I promise you," added Leif, sucking her lower lip.

***

His parents took the seats opposite Leif and Lynne.

"Why aren't you all getting ready for your fabulous honeymoon," said his mother.

"We will Linda, in just a second. We just wanted to speak with you a bit before we go," said Leif.

"First we want to say thank you for everything, this most beautiful day. We enjoyed this beautiful wedding day," said Lynne.

"Yeah we want to say thank you for everything, the wedding, but also the fabulous new car. The car is a wonderful gift, but it's so much. We want to respectfully ask you to let us contribute half towards the car. That way it's still a gift from the two of you, but we get to feel some accomplishment too, in purchasing the car," said Leif.

"Leif! It's rude to ask to give towards a gift someone gives you, it's almost saying you don't want the gift," said Linda with an uncharacteristic sharp tone.

And she actually looked over at Lynne, as though she wanted Lynne to take her side.

Leif knew how close that Lynne and his mother had grown, and he knew that Linda thought that she loved the car, and probably expected her to agree.

"I don't think Leif is saying he doesn't want it Linda," said Lynne.

She patted Leif's knee under the table with encouragement. With her by his side, and her gentle, worshipful love, Leif felt like a real man, and like he could do anything, even tackle this problem with respect and care.

"No I'm not. It's just that, out there, when I took those vows with Lynney, Mom, I took them so seriously. And part of the vows that I took include providing for her. I actually take pleasure in helping to care for Lynne. Well, she does her share too, we are partners. But it literally feels good for me to be a part of making sure she has shelter, that she's warm, that she's entertained and happy. It's a pleasure to provide for her for me, not a burden, or an obligation, it's a joy for me, something that makes me feel like a real man and fills me with pride. And Linda, we'd been working on getting a car, saving the money. It was actually Lynne who had the brilliant idea of hustling at the subways, and saving the money that is thrown in our guitar case, so that we can get a jump on getting a car without cramping our style. She actually invests the money we get from the subway hustle into an orange account with a high savings yield. I'm sure you know that part, because she probably showed you because she was proud of what we were working on together, and the fast progress we were making. And now, with this car, even though it's lovely, it sort of stopped us from making a goal we were working on together," said Leif.

"Yeah. And I understand they way Leif feels. I mean we love the car, but, I feel honored that he loves me so much that he looks at the way we care for our family as a privilege, and even a joy. Look you all have been a witness to the way that my own parents have treated me. With Leif, and your family, I'm just learning what the hell love means, because I surely didn't know it the way I was raised! To have a man, to have your son love me and care for me so much that caring for me physically is a privilege and not a burden, it makes me feel so loved, and worthy, and special, and like him, I see our love, and creating our little family as such a privilege, and I'm happy to help in any way that I can, just like Leify, my hero. We want to experience what it's like to care for ourselves," said Lynne.

"Well, we aren't trying to stop you all from caring for yourselves. Just help you along a little bit. I know you two are perfectly capable of taking care of yourselves, and you are doing quite well for yourselves in New York. But we know what it's like to struggle, and when I saw how happy and proud Lynne was with the savings for the car you two were making, and how much farther you all had left to go, we just wanted to help you along further, so you could get going a little faster in your wheels than sometime next year," said his mother.

"Yeah mom, but that's just it. Lynne showed you that because she was proud of what we were doing. It gave her sense of accomplishment, to say nothing about how it made me feel. And, giving it all to us right away and giving us the car, it just takes away some of that feeling. Just like, when you bought me that guitar when I was small. I know you didn't mean to do it, but it stopped me from feeling like I could make it on my own. Look, we really appreciate your help, in everything. I appreciate you helping us with the wedding, and even the car, and I'm sorry I acted like a brat about it, but I had a long talk with Lynne when we were alone, and I need to be a man about this, and tell you how I feel, about insisting to contribute towards this new car. I want Lynne to think about me too when she drives the car, or at least the two of us together, even if she also thinks of the two of you wanting to give her something she loves. Is what I'm saying making sense?" asked Leif.

"Yeah son, it makes a lot of sense. Linda, I told you, told you when Lynne showed you that excel app on her cellphone she was not hinting that they wanted the car they were saving for. She was just showing you because you are sort of like a mother figure for you, she respects you and she was proud of what the two of them accomplished. I told you that spending money on the honeymoon, or giving them a portion towards the car would have been better than buying it outright. I remembered the electric guitar," said Garrett.

"Wait, I don't want the two of you to fight. Linda, I love you, and we appreciate what you've done. Is it okay with you and Garrett if we pay for half of the car," said Leif.

"Yeah, and Linda, I'm sorry for my part in this showing you our savings for the car. Leif is right, I was just proud of what the two of us were doing, but I had no intention that you'd go ahead and get the car for us. I think the car is neat, but understand Leif's perspective, and quite frankly, it's flattering, and amazing that he feels that way, and he's right, we love caring for our little family together. I'm sorry for the confusion too," said Lynne. 

Linda's eyes were moist.

"Of course. Of course it's okay. It was never my intention to smother you, or do for you what you should have been doing for yourself. I just never wanted you to struggle. But I'm glad you told me. Because I never want anything to drive us apart, or drive you and Lynne away," said Linda.

"Oh Mom nothing, nothing could ever drive you away from us. I'm glad you understand Mom. I'm just trying to be the grown up man you always wanted me to be one day," said Leif.

He got up out of his chair and kissed his mother on the cheek.

She grabbed Leif and squeezed him so tight that Leif had to look away to keep from crying. He couldn't help not crying over his wedding but he'd be damn if he turned into a weepy wuss looking into his mother's eyes and realizing that today, she was really looking at him as though he was a man for the first time. He never felt more grown up than he'd felt sitting at the kitchen table telling them that he needed to be able to contribute towards the car to feel like a real man. 

"I know, and I'm so proud of you Leif. Even the ways I screwed you up were done with the best of intentions," said Linda.

"Oh hell Linda, you didn't screw this knucklehead up anymore than he was already screwed up," said Garrett.

"You can say that again Garrett," said Lynne, hugging Linda.

Leif popped Garret playfully on the back of his head. He took his seat again, and he motioned for Lynne to sit in his lap.

"So, I'm happy that this is turning out okay with you all. I was hoping that you would be okay with us contributing to the car. And it makes me feel better because you all are getting older, and you won't be able to run the farm forever, so you will be able to put some of this money towards retirement," said Leif.

"Well damn it, son, putting us out to pasture already! So who's gonna change my diaper, and who's changing Linda," said Garrett.

Lynne and Leif guffawed with laughter.

"Well I know Lynne isn't changing that shit. She's still trying to get out of the cat litter box. But I'm not putting you out to pasture. You should be glad I'm growing up, and care about something else besides my guitar. Anyway, Lynne and I don't have it like you and Linda, so we're going to need to contribute to the cost in monthly payment. We figure about half is fair enough. We appreciate the gift, but we should be able to pay off half of it within three years according to Lynne's budgeting. I can write you a check for a down payment in good faith," said Leif.

"Good Lord Leif, I appreciate you wanting to be a good husband, but we are not the bank, just whenever you get it," said Linda shaking her head.

"No, now let him be a man and do it as he sees fit, his money spends just like anyone else's around here. Who knows we might decide to put it in a college fund for their grandbabies," said Garrett.

Leif beamed with pride, imagining their future children, his father as a proud grandfather, contributing towards their future education.

"If you all want to see any of this money, Lynne's gonna have to do the right thing and name that first grandson Garrett," said Garrett.

"Hell no, dad, he's going to be named after my Leify. I already told you, already said so," said Lynne playfully folding her arms.

"I told you, you can make an old man happy. Your mother over here, refused to name either your husband or his brother after me, wanted them to form their own identities. I always wanted a junior. We flipped a quarter for each birth and she won both times, so I was never able to get my junior. Come on you two," said his father playfully.

"Hell no, if it's a boy Lynney says she wants to name it after me, and she's gonna if she wants her push gift," said Leif.

Everyone around the table cracked up with laughter. 

"Lynne do not let your father get to you, Garrett is just a sad, sad old man, losing the coin toss without a junior to his name. I told you to go work on Lyle. Lynne has stars in her eyes. She loves our boy. She probably wants to name even the future girls after Leif. And you know what, I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm glad he's found someone who loves him so much, and makes him feel like a responsible man. Leif, that's all a mother can wish for," said his mother looking at him.

She placed one of her hands in Leif's and the other hand in Lynne's. 

Leif took out his checkbook.

He tore off a blank check.

"This check is for eight-hundred dollars. Thereafter, we'll give you all two-fifty per month for three and a half years until we've paid off half the car. Lynney and I accept the other half gladly, as a gift from you two," said Leif.

Leif made the check out.

Then, he dotingly nuzzled Lynne's hair. She smelled so good, and he felt manly joy coursing through his veins, and the idea of caring for his woman, getting some equity in the car that was his wedding present from their parents. He also felt a flush of pride. They were accomplishing something together.

Everything they had was shared now. Finances, joys, concerns, pleasure, all of it. This is what he'd signed up for on his wedding day, and things finally felt perfect again, regarding the car. 

"Baby, you know this is a joint checking account. It's your money too. I need you to sign too Little Lynney, so the bank can cash the check," he murmured into her neck patting her thigh.

They'd wanted everything joint, so that they could share everything. They'd pooled all their money together. There was no looking back once he gave her that ring. Not a fear in his heart that they wouldn't be together forever which would have precluded sharing all finances.

"Yes, husband, I'm happy to sign too," she added sweetly. 

She signed with her chicken scratch handwriting right next to his.

"Well damn Lynney, I expect a call from the bank asking what the hell the line next to my name says," said Leif playfully handing his father the check.

"I gotta say that I know you are responsible now, because I trust myself to go to the bank and cash it right away rather than wait a month like I would when your ass still lived at home,' said his father.

All four of them chuckled.

"Son, I'm really proud of you. You're doing the right thing. And thanks for still letting us have some of the joy in contributing towards your car, even though we know you could have paid for it yourself," said Garret folding up the check and putting it in his pocket. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 54



"You're welcome dad. We're glad that you love us enough to want to help us out so that we aren't pinched. And if we need anything, we'll come to you, and we want that feeling to be mutual," said Leif.

"Can I say something?" asked Lynne.

"Of course you can Lynney! This family wants you to speak your mind, even if I forgot that for a second and you had to remind me," said Leif.

"I just wanna say that I love being a part of such a loving family. It's one thing when everyone agrees about every little thing. So far, I'd only see the Peterson family in agreement mode. But seeing how you all settle things when there is tension there, looking for the others viewpoint and with patience and love, hell, this is such a beautiful family. Thank you for accepting me into it and letting me be a part of it. I know Leif became my husband today, and the two of us are a family, but we four are a family too, and I love the both of you so much," said Lynne.

And his sweet little woman jumped up from his lap and kissed both his mother and his father on the cheek. They grabbed her, and put their arms around her, and it was such a sweet moment, them nuzzling his new wife, that he hung back a little and snapped a photo on his cellphone.

"Leif, you clown, instead of taking pictures of your little wife, come on over here and get in the hug," said his mother.

Then the four of them were all standing in a circle hugging one another.

"Damn, even though I'm a grown man now, nothing feels like family love. And feeling like the two of you adore and enjoy me, and my little woman. I couldn't ask for any more joy on this day," said Leif.

"Yeah you could, there's your honeymoon too, you're a Peterson boy, so I know you can't wait. Hell, that's what got me in a lifetime of trouble," said his father as his mother playfully elbowed him in the ribs, while Lynne guffawed with laughter.

"Well, you may be grown up, but your father says you have a driving destination for your honeymoon. He still won't tell me where, because he doesn't want me to tell Lynne, but you two better get on the road if you want to get there before dark," said Linda.

"Yeah Leif, since you two are just finding your way, you probably should plan to be there before dark. Don't worry Leif, I'm not telling Linda where the hell you are going until you are far, far away. I know she and Lynne are in such cahoots that she would give away the honeymoon surprise," teased his father.

"I'm already figuring out where we are going. It's somewhere in driving distance, so it has to be somewhere like California, or something," said Lynne.

"Could be Arizona too," piped his mother.

"Oh hush your mouth mom, you have no idea where I'm taking her. It's top secret and special just for Lynney. They'll announce it after we leave, I know you all are so nosey you can't wait to know," said Leif to his mother.

Then he playfully kissed Lynne's forehead.

"Oh come on Leif, just one clue. I need just one clue, after all, I have to decide what to wear for the drive," said Lynne.

She playfully looked at him with moony, puppy dog eyes.

He loved those sweet, curious, pining eyes, but she wasn't going to get the best of him.

"Hell no, I'm not giving into those sweet eyes. I'm giving you the same advice that I was giving you earlier about packing. Pack clothes for a warm destination. Some sweaters for your dainty arms in the evenings in case it gets cool. Some casual clothes, maybe a dress or something nice if I want to take you to dinner," said Leif lovingly.

Lynne wrinkled up her little nose and pouted her mouth.

"Not fair, that's no clue, there's a lot of things that I might not be prepared for," said Lynne.

"You're just trying to figure out where I'm taking you. Bring an umbrella," he said and he playfully swatted her ass hard. 

His father and mother chuckled.

On that note, his mother and father hugged the both of them and left Leif and Lynne alone to go upstairs and change for their honeymoon.

***

Lynne sat in Leif's lap.

"Damn, I love being in this family. It's not how everyone acts when we are getting along, that part's easy. It's how your parents act when we disagree with them. Aren't you glad you were up front with them and told them?" asked Lynne.

"Hell yeah, I'm glad. You were right that it went well, and it's gonna help us as a couple as we keep growing in our relationship with our parents. But I'm glad I told it too for another reason, because it gave me even more insight that the best decision I have ever made in my life is marrying you today. I got someone who has my back even if she doesn't understand all the reasons I may feel a certain way at first," said Leif.

"Of course I have your back. My first loyalty is to you, even before your parents! You're my husband now! You stood by my side even when you didn't understand everything about me, why I was so afraid of men, or why I was afraid to stand up to my parents. My issues were a lot worse than your issues and you stood by my side and we ended up loving each other even more," offered Lynne.

"There are no worse issues that either of us have. Everything we have is shared. It's just shit we need to get through as a couple. But oh hell Lynne, I'm glad we got those things straight so that I get to have my joy too. Caring for you, providing for you. Eventually caring for our babies with their fat little feet. In some ways, I can't wait to see the beautiful little miracle we make. As soon as it's born I'm putting it's tiny little foot in my mouth. Then, I'm putting the little booties on it, that I'm gonna buy. After you feed them, put them in the crib that I also want to buy," he added with a masculine chuckle.

Lynne giggled happily at his description of nuzzling their future children.

Next, Lynne looked up at him, and warmth just flushed through her. He loved her so much, and he already loved the babies that they were just imagined glimmers in their eyes. And he was a real man. He didn't look at providing as a duty, or a burden, but as a privilege and a joy. What a way to look at things and it fully showcased why each day was a delightful journey with him.

"Leif you're such a real man. We don't even have the babies yet, and you are already looking at them like joys, not obligations, or burdens. I want you, not just to be my husband, but the father of my children. I know we aren't ready yet, but when we have enough money...Leify I swear I can't wait for you to give me babies," murmured Lynne, kissing him softly around his lips.

Leif chuckled joyfully. His happy, surfer boy chuckle that she found so adorable.

"Oh hell Lynney, I know we aren't ready yet, but not a thing wrong with practicing during our honeymoon lovely," he murmured close to her mouth. 

Damn, he was so sexy. He was a real man. Different than her father, and Martin who answered to the church first and let it rule them in decisions big and small, from how to wear their hair, to what choice in an automobile was appropriate. Leif was just the type of man she wanted to lay next to. And, just the right man to make her pregnant when the time was right. As he said, nothing wrong with practicing now.

She turned around in his lap, facing him. All she knew was that she desired him, nice and rough, in the primal way that he envisioned and she was ready to get the honeymoon started. 

"Mmm, let's get started now then," she murmured huskily.

She wrapped the crook of her arm around his neck and slid forward, angling her head to the side, and pressing her mouth against Leif's so hard and swift he let out a startled chuckle, before groaning and gripping her ass in her ruffled wedding gown.

He knew just how to stimulate her mouth. He took control of the kiss, gently nudging her mouth with his own, lightly tracing her lips with his tongue, gently pulling at her upper lip, and then her lower mouth. The tender and teasing interplay just made Lynne want to be nastier and entice her husband, so she pulled him towards her by his dreadlocks, thrusting her tongue hungrily within his mouth, with a hint of how she wanted to lick his strong, lean body. When Leif grunted with pleasure, Lynne started grinding in his lap. 

Leif moaned.

"Oh sweetie, you're such a nasty girl now aren't you. Grinding on me," he whispered on her mouth.

Lynne grunted in response.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, the effect being that she draped the wedding gown around his lap, exposing his tuxedo pants to her wet panties.

"You're lucky you aren't bare under the gown. I feel your wet panties. If you were bare, I'd fuck you right here in the kitchen, and make you be quiet while we can watch the guests through the window," he added with a smirk.

"I can get bare. I can take them off and hand them right to you if you want me too. I like to be your good wifey, do what my husband says, even if it's filthy," murmured Lynne, looking at him with big adoring eyes.

Her pussy ached so badly, and she loved to please him, and even more, did she love to pleasure her sexy man when there was a danger of getting caught. In the reception with the wedding going on outside the kitchen window made her adrenaline race and her heart pound!

"Hmm...I keep forgetting how naughty my little wife is huh? How much you like doing things when there is a danger of getting caught, it's so sweet and sexy. You just want to be your husband's naughty, nasty little angel don't you," he murmured adoringly stroking her chin dimple.

She felt so perfect to him. All she could think about was how much she hungered for Leif and his guidance and masculinity, experiencing it in a new way, and doing things she knew he'd never felt before.

She looked at him, and nodded, leaned close to his mouth, and started kissing him again, grinding her wet panty crotch close to his tuxedo pants, then giggling with mirth into his kiss when she felt that thick bulge begin to grow close to her pussy.

"You just keep tempting me, grinding that tight juicy pussy on me, knowing it's what I want more than anything. First, when you did your little something he can feel dance, and now, again in this chair. Now I'm warning you baby, if you make your husband come for the first time after we are married, and I'm not pounding my cock hard in your tight juicy little pussy, I'm going to give you a nasty spanking. Gonna warm your cute hide really good," he added huskily.

Lynne loved Leif's playful punishment. A spanking, and being pulled across his knee delighted her. Especially when he pelted her bottom and pussy with kisses afterwards when he kissed the boo-boos. Mostly she loved spankings because after the spanking she received love, care, and cuddling and unlike the painful way she was raised, she trusted Leif. If she told him to stop their play and games, he would. His swats to her bottom delivered out of love, not out of threats, or anger like before. His whole attention focused on her, swatting her bottom, and giving her playful, loving guidance. So the spankings were erotic, sensual, and the healed her. 

"How do I keep tempting you Leify. I'm not trying to tempt you," said Lynne, her eyes glimmering with playful shyness.

"Hell yeah you are, like I said before, this is the second time you've humped me with your tight juicy little body. I told you, the first time was during your hot little En Vogue number!" said Leif

He gently traced her thigh under her wedding gown, then, his tender, husky fingers reaching closer, and closer to the leg of her camisole panties.

"Mmm, skin so soft. So soft and sweet. Gonna be kissing and biting this soft skin everywhere, all honeymoon long," he grunted huskily.

Lynne moaned as he turned her sideways on his knee with his other arm.

With his other hand, he cupped her bottom, and he reached between her buttocks, and she felt adored by him, owned by him, and she was glad to belong to her husband, as he reached between her buttocks with tickling fingers, exploring her near her ass crack and pussy from behind.

"You're so wet sweetie, thinking your husband's going to spank you. You like it too much. I'm going to have to think of other punishments for my sweet Lynney to get you to behave," said Leif.

Lynne felt light headed. If the punishment was fucking she was ready to pull her wedding gown up now to accept her punishment.

"I love when you punish your wifey. I want to be your angel and such a good girl," murmured Lynne sweetly.

He kissed her forehead again and again, rewarding her emotionally.

"You are a good girl. The punishments that I might give you sometimes might be fun. Maybe you'll be punished with pleasure, orgasms until you think you'll pass out with pleasure. Or, maybe your husband won't let you come until you are begging and crying, because I keep you teetering right on the edge of ecstasy. You told me, a while ago that you liked to edge your pussy. Deny your self orgasms again, and again while you play with yourself until you couldn't stand it. Isn't that what you told me the second night when we were together, and I put my hand in your underwear. You remember how you kept brushing my hand away when you thought you would explode, to make that feeling linger. You were sexy as hell even though you lacked experience. Turned me on more than I'd ever been turned on before," murmured Leif.

As he talked to her, he gently tickled her crack with his thumb as he cupped her ass possessively. He also gently tapped his thumb against her aching nether region where her pussy joined her ass, and rubbed his thumb along the bottom side of her pussy.

"You...you think you're the only one who can tease huh? Doing all that grinding on my thighs and my dick through my tuxedo pants, huh?" he added with a playful chuckle, kissing her button nose and dragging his thumb along her clitoris, under her wedding gown, and under her panty shaper. 

The pleasure was so intense. It had been a few days since he'd brought her to a climax in the secret fort in the backyard with his mouth. Prior to that, the last orgasm he'd given her was back at home in New York!

"Leify I love you!" she moaned loudly. 

"I love you too. The window is open lovely. If you cry out again you'll be entertaining our reception guests," he murmured in her ear with a playful chuckle.

He took his thumb from between her buttocks and pussy, licking as though he'd been dipping his thumb in Jam, not in her wet juicy panties. 

"Come on. Let's go upstairs and change. Your grinding in my lap and moaning is telling me that the honeymoon is long overdue," said Leif.

She stood up obediently and looked down into his blue eyes with a glance that she was sure was love sick as he stroked the back of her hair and kissed her forehead.

"Such a good little wifey you are, Lynney. Gonna show you the kind of pleasure that a good, grown up wifey deserves. Hell yeah, I'm gonna fuck you hard, and often, but I'm also going to make you come a lot. And sometimes, this honeymoon if you're good, I'll give you the slow, sweet sex you like as well. Nothing but sex and I can't wait lovely, it's long overdue. But I'll make you feel real good darling, you don't have to worry about anything," said Leif.

All that doting reassurance and the knowledge that he was a real man that wanted to forge a strong bond with her and their future babies made her want to please him even more, and use her body in whatever way she could to make him happy. For, she already knew Leif, and whatever was going to make him happy would result in mind-boggling pleasure for her.

"Let me carry you up the stairs, so you can get dressed up for our honeymoon. How do you want me to carry you? Want piggy back, or over the threshold?" asked Leif dotingly.

The day had been full of romantic treats and special surprises, so Lynne was overwhelmed that he was going to carry her, yet again. He'd been picking her up like she was a little toy, or doll all day. It made her feel special. And, made her feel like she had no worries or concerns at all. 

She couldn't help it. She was overwhelmed with the love he showed her.

Lynne, who was used to carrying heavy emotional burdens before, and deprived of the normal joy growing up was still getting used to the idea that as a married woman, as Ms. Leif Peterson, her life would be filled with untold joy. Tears flowed from her eyes.

Leif was right there, standing up in front of her, wiping tears off with gentle thumbs, patient as ever!

"I can't help it, I'm just so happy," she murmured softly. 

"You happy? I'm happy too baby. Happy to be your husband. What...how do you want me to carry you. We don't have all day, Lynney you need to pick a style. I want us to get there before dark. I want to carry my special woman however she wants to be carried. I'm gonna be carrying you around a lot Lynney, all during this honeymoon, and after we get home. I love making you feel like my special sweetheart. But, I'm also going to be tickling your feet, and your stomach, chasing you all around the house, and spanking that ass, and maybe even with my belt sometimes if you are extra naughty, so there is a balance there, and you don't get too rotten. Now tell your man exactly how you want him to carry you," he added playfully. 

"Over the threshold. I think it would be fun in my wedding gown. And probably easier than piggy back. Plus I can look in your eyes," she added angelically.

Before she could even speak any further, he'd picked her up under her shoulders and bottom lifting her high in the air.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked adoringly into his eyes as he carried her from the kitchen, on up the stairs. He looked down at her like she was so precious. She could just see the love and doting adoration in her man's glance. 

Each time he crossed up another stair, she pecked his mouth. And each time she pecked his mouth with a delightful kiss, he let out a happy, gruff little chuckle.

"God, you're so sweet," he murmured huskily, gently depositing her on her feet at the top of the stairs.

He gently guided her, his hand on her hip toward his old bedroom, where she'd been sleeping many nights, and she was so glad that yesterday was her last night, alone.

Tonight, they'd be sleeping in each other's arms at their fun honeymoon destination, which was still a surprise. She couldn't wait to see what Leif had up his sleeve! 

He placed Lynne on her feet.

His hand on her shoulder, he turned the doorknob.

She thought he'd follow her into the bedroom but he left her standing at the door.

"Lynney...I...uh...gonna change in my brother's old room. You're just too beautiful to me sweetness. And I'm scared...afraid I'll start fucking you right here baby," he groaned close to her mouth, pushing her close to the wall, as he led her into his old bedroom.

He patted her gently on the ass.

"Hop to it baby girl, want to get on the road," he added turning as though he was leaving.

Lynne didn't want him to go.

"Wait," she murmured leaning up and kissing him softly on the lips.

Leif grunted, looked at her and looked over at the unmade bed she'd left behind in a hurry to get ready for their wedding. 

"I um...baby, I should go. You're in danger of me fucking you right now...get dressed in your honeymoon clothes," he grunted with that husky authoritative voice that drove Lynne crazy.

"I don't think that would be a danger at all," she added, her voice husky with desire.

"Yeah, well I do. Once I get started with you, I'm not gonna want to stop, there will be no stopping, and once will not be nearly enough. Gonna want to keep going until we are both passed out asleep from all the fucking. You think once will be enough as long as I've waited for you, damn it? If you don't want to spend your honeymoon in my sweaty, stinky old bedroom, while I fuck you for at least a few days, you better let me go change in the other room sweetie. It's safer that way. I can't see you naked again if I can't have you, and I don't want to have you here. Not enough time to enjoy it," he murmured huskily.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 54



Lynne's mouth watered with so much saliva she had to swallow. He looked positively wolf like in his glance, and predatory, but like a loving predator. One that wanted to both please, and devour. One who was in control of the situation, and even his sexy emotions because he knew how they would best enjoy their first fucking experience. The man was virile and he knew if he started he wouldn't want to stop. He burned with that much lust.

Lynne looked over at the unmade bed, and up into his eyes.

"I can be real quiet! And you can shut the window," said Lynne looking at him with eager pleading eyes.

Leif looked down at her, and he let out a sweet husky chuckle. He stroked the back of her hair and looked down at her with endless, doting adoration.

"Damn, just like the whole last month, you just can't wait, can you sweetheart. It is such a pleasure to be married to a sexy, adorable woman, who wants me just as much as I want her. I swear it lovely, the second I started dreaming of wanting to marry you, part of it was, I sensed, deep down, that you wanted me the way I want you. Well almost. No way you can crave me the way I crave you. But it's sweet the way match my enthusiasm with your own wild little hunger," he added.

Lynne loved when he doted on her, and thought she was adorable and amusing. But somehow, she wasn't quite sure that her hunger wasn't as intense as his, she just expressed her appetites differently. But there were times, like now, when she craved him so much she almost felt woozy in her stomach, tingly in her pussy and just everywhere, and nothing could fix that problem but his mouth, his fingers and lastly his thick cock! 

"You don't know that Leify. You don't know that I don't crave you the way you crave me. I'm just shyer than you are," she murmured softly.

"You're so sweet beautiful. I'm a lucky man. Well despite all our cravings, we'd be best saving them. All that cursing, moaning and hollering with pleasure and love that will be going on. We'll scare anyone who happens into this house otherwise. Might get caught digging your cute little guts out, holding your hips high in the air. The windows are wide open," he added huskily with a playful chuckle.

He cupped her face angelically and looked down into her eyes. She sensed in part, he was holding her off for the honeymoon to build anticipation for her. He knew how strong Lynne's lust burned when she was teased with a flicker of pleasure before Leif would tantalize her with a bright flame. He knew the power of licking her earlobe, and whispering something naughty he would do later while circling her nipple with his thumb through her t-shirt. He knew the overwhelming delight teasing brought, along with the overwhelming satisfaction once those needs that he'd cultivated with earlier teasing were satisfied.

And she knew that was what he was doing now. 

Lynne looked into his eyes, and over at the breeze blowing the curtains listening to the sounds of the guests from their reception and their laughter blowing in through the upstairs window.

She looked up into his handsome blue eyes.

"I don't care if they catch us," murmured Lynne, her hand on his ascot.

Leif chuckled.

"Mmm...you say you don't care now beautiful, you'd be mortified if someone catches us with you moaning and your legs hoisted in the air. I'm going in the other room to get dressed, while you put on something beautiful that will tempt me the whole way until we get where we're going, at which point I'm going to tear it off of you, and throw you face down on the bed," he added playfully, kissing her pouty mouth.

He put his hand on the doorknob.

Lynne didn't want her sexy new husband to leave so quickly. She knew they needed to get on their way to their destination, but it was only the second time they'd been alone together today, the first time being the limo ride, and she wanted a little more teasing to tide her over on the car ride, which she had no idea how long would last.

"Wait...I...I need you to help me baby. Would you unzip my wedding dress Leify," murmured Lynne demurely. 

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 55



Dear Readers,

Thank you for continuing to love hearing about these two. I'm glad their romance inspires you to reflect on the sweetness of love, and that you also find their story to be arousing.

For those of you who found the last few parts of their tale tedious, why would you continue reading a story you found tedious? The stories on Literotica are free. 

I felt as though the wedding was the big payoff for those who have stuck with this story from the beginning, and I would be doing the story's fans a disservice if I did not describe their long awaited wedding in vivid, realistic detail.

If that is not your cup of tea, there are plenty of stories you can read on Literotica.

To the faithful readers, enjoy this next part, hopefully you breathe a sigh of relief, I did :)

Mich80new

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Damn it, that sweet, sexy new wife of his just must have wanted him to get after her! How did she imagine he'd peel her out of her wedding dress and not want to ravage her?

"You want me to get after you don't you? You want your husband to pay attention to you, and please your sweet sexy body huh?"

Lynne looked at him coyly. He could read just by the little smirk on her face that she was up to something, wanted him to play with her and love on her a little bit.

"No, I do need someone to help unzip me and get me out of this thing," she murmured gesturing at her back.

"Well, you could have gotten Janelle or my mom to help you out of your lovely gown," he murmured.

He put his nose in her sweet, vanilla scented hair and his arms around her waist, tucking his manhood on the curve of her back. He felt himself swell again, even though his hard on had gone down from when she grinded her hot, achy little pussy all over his lap down in the kitchen. Craving for dick! His little wifey craved for his dick and that knowledge left him feeling powerful, and manly, like no other woman had made him feel before! She was just destined to be his angelic dirty little wifey! 

Lynne felt and smelled heavenly.

He pushed her forward and she walked towards his old bedroom dresser while he planted his hands around her waist.

"Your mom and Janelle aren't here," she added grinning at him devilishly.

"That's right they aren't here...but you know that asking me, is teasing me, with what I want, more than anything. Lovely, you know, you know if I take this off of you, I'm gonna have to kiss your sweet skin," he murmured kissing the soft nape of her neck, being careful to avoid the bandage and the wasp sting.

"That's a shame. But I think I can manage," said Lynne, biting her lips with pleasure.

Leif guffawed at that.

She looked so beautiful, and perfect standing in her wedding gown, and he was acutely aware that after she took her dress off, this would be the last time he would see her in this gown, and their wedding would be essentially over. 

"I'm so glad Janelle and I were able to convince you to wear white. You're a beautiful woman sweetheart, inside, and out, and your heart is pure with love for me. You're like a little angel. No matter what nasty things we do together, and what we get up to, even after I finally get my cock in your ass like you crave, you'll always be my little innocent sweetheart, do you understand? Nice wifeys, they like to be bad with their husbands, and that's a good thing, but no matter how dirty it gets, you'll always be my sweet innocent, you can be as dirty as you want to be with me, doesn't taint you in my eyes at all, and I'm sorry you were raised to think differently, but it's a whole, new, beautiful world sweetheart," murmured Leif, gently tracing her neck with his husky thumb, and kissing her ear.

"I feel...I feel like I was beautiful to you today, and innocent, even though I love making love and having sex with you. Didn't at all feel, dirty, or cheap like my mother said I would feel. Instead I feel like a real, beautiful woman in your arms. I feel whole now, like everything I feel, like even now, how I want you to bend me over and be dirty with me is the most natural and normal thing on earth, because it is. No more living behind a mask or inside a shell," said Lynne.

Leif stood behind Lynne looking at their reflection in the bedroom mirror. It was the first time all day he'd seen a glimpse of what they looked like today, man and wife, side by side. Lynne looking tiny, beautiful, elegant and sexy in her ruffled lace-wedding gown, all those pretty tendril curls high upon her head, and framing her beautiful face, those striking brown eyes, and the chin dimple. She was beautiful as hell on the outside, and that was, without even knowing that sweet, coy, hyper little personality on the inside. And, he looked at himself standing behind her in his white tux. All dressed up in white, and looking princely, and like a knight and shining armor, standing behind Lynne, like she'd gave him the armor mask for their spiritual ceremony, and he just knew that he'd never let Lynne down. He felt more grown up than he'd ever been before this day, more dressed up than he'd ever been in his life, soon ready to start a family with this tiny, beautiful creature standing in front of him. Damn she was so tiny! He was much taller than her, and he saw that strength as something to use to protect and delight Lynne. 

Leif put his hand possessively on her shoulder, feeling the warmth flush through him as he noted the difference in their complexion, and the texture of their skin, Lynne, shoulder, beige and soft, and his guitar playing hands, pale and rough, and how those two elements combined to create a tempestuous storm of passion and delight where they each drank in the differences of each other and meshed to form a stronger whole. He saw it that way emotionally and now, finally sexually. 

Leif reached into his tuxedo pocket and pulled out his iPhone. Once she stepped out of the wedding dress, the wedding day was over, and she was en-route to their honeymoon.

"Lynney I hope, I hope this wedding day was just everything you imagined sweet! I hope you felt like your man's beautiful, special little princess all day long, just like you looked. And I hope...I hope having a nice wedding with all our friends and family there showed you just how very loved you are...not just by your husband, you know I love you to bits until your dying day but....also how much our friends and family love you. They adore you, maybe not the way I do, because no one loves you more than I do, but they love you all the same," said Leif looking at their reflection in the mirror.

Damn, they made a handsome couple, even to him! Sure they looked world's different but they were so beautiful together and complimented each other intensely.

"Oh Leif, this wedding day was far, far beyond what I dreamed when we were planning this wedding. But, what I didn't count on was just how much I'd love my groom. How would I know, how was I to know that the love that I felt for you in my heart, three months ago when you took me on a whirlwind courtship and asked me to marry you would grow into something like this. You're a prince. And I hope you felt like one too," murmured Lynne.

"I did. I know it seems like I'm stalling baby, but I just want to take a few pictures of us, standing here alone together in the mirror. I think we look pretty good," said Leif.

Lynne chuckled at his self-boasting about their appearance as a couple, did her little snort, and he chuckled too. 

He held the camera out in the mirror placed his hand possessively on her shoulder and snapped a photograph.

"Selfies! Hey that one looks good," said Lynne taking his phone to look at the image.

She draped his hand possessively around her waist.

"Take another one," she murmured huskily, and he did, and then he took another one where he sensually kissed the curve of her shoulder.

Then another with him nuzzling her throat.

Then Lynne wanted in on the action, and took a picture of herself playfully leaning up and kissing him, her hand sensually in his dreadlocks.

Then another, as she clasped his head maternally to her bosom.

"You spend all your time either laying there, or my pussy anyway," she quipped after looking at the photo. 

Leif chuckled.

He placed his hand delicately on her zipper, and turned her to the side.

It would be a suggestive little photograph, but he couldn't help himself, and snapped the photo.

Lynne was giggling in the photograph. It was such a sweet photograph.

They both chuckled when they looked at it on the iPhone.

"Don't worry Lynney that one goes in the private app," murmured Leif.

"I'm not worried. I trust you baby, or I wouldn't have married you," crooned Lynne.

"So, when I take this dress off of you baby that's it. The wedding is essentially over. I know girls dream of weddings their whole lives, and this is the only wedding you are ever going to get, because this sure as hell is forever. I'm never gonna divorce you, and if I die, and you marry another dude, my ghost is gonna haunt your ass forever! Once you take off the dress only thing left to do is say goodbye to our guests and ride off into the sunset together. So, are you sure you want me to take the dress of you right now. We could go back down and have one more dance. I know your first romantic dance was really special, and I want you to have your fill. I was honored to be the one baby, just like I'll be the first and only man to have you rough, and for you to enjoy that shit and not feel terrified. If you want another dance, we can go downstairs and have one...should still be time to get there before dark. I just want you to enjoy our wedding sweetheart. This was all for you, and nothing makes me happier than to see my baby happy," he crooned indulgently.

"You are crazy as hell Leif, about haunting me. You don't have to worry about needing your ghost to haunt me if you pass away. I don't want to marry another man, even if you pass away before I do, I'll wait for you in heaven. And, I enjoyed our wedding. It was what I dreamed of as a little girl. But one thing I didn't dream about as a little girl was all the days after the wedding. And now, that the two of us are together, the wedding is great, but it's only the beginning of the rest of our beautiful lives together. So the way I see it, the sooner you get me out of this dress, the sooner we can start our beautiful lives together. Each and every day. And the sooner the honeymoon gets started and we can really fuck," moaned Lynne sensually her mouth panting close to his own.

And Leif was intoxicated with his sweet wife. He leaned down towards her, kissing her with a greedy, vulgar passion, and his cellphone still in his hand, pointed it towards he mirror, hoping he was getting a memory of her greedy, sensual little kiss before he peeled her out of her wedding gown, but in actuality, having no idea what scene he just shot in the mirror.

"MMm," he was moaning into her mouth and felt tiny fingers digging into his biceps to steady herself, as she was turned sideways in his arms while he held his arms around her waist her ass in the curve of his pelvis as he crouched behind her.

She'd married him for all the right reasons. There were so many women who were just fantastically occupied with the idea of a wedding, but giving not one wit of a thought to all the days after the wedding. She was a solid, mature, responsible woman with a grown up mental outlook, even though she could be emotionally childish at times. That was not her fault, and she needed tenderness to make up for the emotionally repressed way she was raised. But despite her earlier emotional deprivations, Lynne was a passionate woman, and kissing her was anything but dull. He was so glad he'd fallen in love with Lynne, she was perfect for him. So perfect! 

And now, not only was she the only woman he'd sexed raw, and without a condom, he was going to get to experience his first, fuck without a condom, with the woman he loved enough to marry, which just intensified his feelings! He couldn't wait!

How did she think, how did she dream he could help her out of the dress and not want to bathe her in kisses, love her, and fuck her! It would be the hardest thing he ever had to do.

He put his hand gently on her neck and the zipper as they were kissing and Lynne was already whimpering into his mouth and squirming into his body as they kissed. Oh fuck the whimpers and the squirms were so hard to listen to, and feel, with the intensity with which he loved, and desired this woman.

Shit!

She wanted it so much! And that was one thing Leif loved about loving Lynne. Even when she was shy, embarrassed, and sometimes ashamed of a new pleasure she enjoyed she still loved sensuality so much, she was such a sexual woman. He was so glad she'd been liberated from that religious cult in which she was raised!

He couldn't help himself, smelling her. Jesus her skin smelled so good, like vanilla, and he knew it was the herbal farm soap shit his mother made, but it combined with Lynne's pheromones and he was kissing and biting next to her neck and threatening to make another bruise beside the wasp sting, one that would be far more pleasant for his new wife.

His fingers in her neck, he started unzipping the gown from behind, planting moist hot kisses going through the center of her shoulder blades and on down the center of her back, as he unzipped the gown.

His eyes were closed in ecstasy, her skin was so soft. And he stared murmuring, as though baptizing her flesh with his love, 

"Never let nothing hurt my baby, you're Leif's girl, Leif's wifey now. No one will hurt my baby anymore,"

"You've already protected me so much Leify. I know I'm your baby girl. I know I'm your wifey now, and you won't let nothing hurt me anymore," she murmured her voice husky with joy. 

Lynne's shoulders shook with pleasure and she held her wedding gown tight to her neck, as he unzipped it so it still did not fall.

He found her modesty both endearing and adorable. She was in the princess gown so she was acting like a princess, letting him unzip it all the way before she let it fall to the ground, but all that served to do was tantalize him more, as he saw the view of that bare, smooth beige skin from behind, while she was covered demurely in the wedding gown from the front, and as he continued to unzip, he saw she was wearing what resembled a cute little teddy, but he realized it was probably something so the wedding gown didn't jiggle too much, or show any outlines of her sexy breasts, her ass, or her pussy, exactly the type of things his groin hardened for.

It had been a long week since he'd touched her, and three days since he'd sucked her juices, and he hungered for her. Nothing wrong with a little taste. Besides, it would build anticipation for the lovely little creature, which she would need if his big hard cock bouncing in her roughly would delight her, rather than make her feel nervous or sick.

Now as he kissed down her shoulder blades, and soon over the material of her undergarments as he continued to kiss her gown, outlining her spine with worshipful lips, Lynne moaned and cooed with pleasure.

She was adorable, and he poked his head out beside her hip just to look at her reflection in the mirror. Lynne couldn't see him, because her eyes were closed, but when she noticed he stopped kissing, she met his reflection in the mirror with her eyes, her lips curled into an adorable pout and he snapped another photo.

Damn it he couldn't help himself, she looked so naughty and nice with her lips curled up into a pout of sexual pleasure while still holding up her wedding gown. 

Finally, he'd unzipped it clear down to Lynne's ass but the dress didn't fall because she was holding it steadfast in her hands.

"You're so damn beautiful from behind sweetheart. Smooth sexy beige skin, and not a blemish as far as the eye can see. Turn sideways," he grunted, moving her by her hips.

He shot a photo of the curve of her back, and the lovely, tantalizing little panty shaper that she was wearing, and a shot of her holding up the wedding gown demurely. It was designed to keep the feminine assets from jiggling but it was sexy as hell! 

"Want to always remember this moment darlin', taking my sweet little wife out of her wedding gown. Just wish we were already at the honeymoon destination. How I'd love to peel you out of this gown and fuck you. Hell, fuck you still in the gown baby, this is a short dress, so you could just lift it up and hold it nicely for your husband after you take off your panties and shit. And you'd need to keep holding it up high so I could keep fucking you, and probably get a spanking if you let the dress drop, even while you were coming," murmured Leif.

When he said it, he saw her shifting on her shift on her adorable high heels, like an impatient little girl, and her eyes grow wide with pleasure and longing. And he felt his heart wash with a wave of protective, doting love. Yes, he'd tease her a little bit, the sweet thing was so horny, and it would make the fucking better for him, and for her!

"I can bring the dress with me! I'll get my mother to bring me the dry-cleaning bag upstairs and help me pack it, we can bring it with us. I'll put it on again when we get where we are going, if it's going to make you want to fuck me harder!" said Lynne eagerly.

He really chuckled.

"Baby I thought you said you wanted my mom to find a way to give your wedding gown to someone less fortunate some type of salvation type army deal? They aren't gonna want the dress if I get my spunk on it. It's been six days, I wouldn't want my cock anywhere near this dress if you want to give it away to the less fortunate. I have a huge, chunky oatmeal style load waiting for you princess, and if you get any of that stuff on the dress, there is two-thousand dollars down the drain, and you won't even be able to donate it like your sweet little soul wants to. I swear, you are the sweetest little woman Lynney, that's why I married you. No, if we get cum on the dress, you won't be able to get it out, because that stuff does not come out easily, and you will be crushed after the passion is over, when it is time to give it away. I'll have no parts of that. Maybe I'll....buy you a pretty little dress for you to wear for me on our honeymoon, and, if you're so nasty you tease me and get it ruined with my cum, it's a dress you'll have to wear when you fix me a nice meal around the house to be reminded of the memory, because you won't be able to wear it out in public anymore, it'll be soiled with my cum," he murmured huskily.

Lynne giggled delightedly, imagining he was already sure, being covered all over in his cum. What a lucky groom he was. 

He loved how free and honest, and open he could be with her, wasn't ashamed at all of talking about his desires for her, and being raw about his biological processes. He'd been siting on his cum until his balls were purple, when it shot out, no telling where it all would end up, no need her even teasing herself with the fantasy of him fucking her in the wedding dress, he knew his rope of come would reach the ceiling if his cock happened to go off while it wasn't buried inside of her.

"The idea of you wanting me so much, you ruin my dresses is sexy as hell to me. I'd love for you to get your come on a nice dress that you buy for me. You've already trained me to be a good little wife and wear your spunk on my panties," she murmured huskily. 

"Damn it there is no man luckier than I am sweet thing. You are in tune with all of my dirtiest wants. So it will be then. I'll buy you a nice dress, fuck you in it, and we'll see if it gets ruined with my cum or not. I'll be after you this whole honeymoon so there are lots of opportunities for me to ruin it. Of course I'll be nice, and husband might buy you a few things that are spared from your horny groom," he added playfully. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 55



She was still standing, the entire dress unzipped and holding it around her neck.

"Time for that dress to come down sweetness," he murmured nuzzling and kissing her ear.

Leif snapped another photograph. Lynne looked at him, grinning in the mirror. 

She proceeded to lower her dress inch, by tantalizing inch. She even allowed the dress to hang off the curve of her shoulder, and then slipped it down so that one of her bra cups was hanging out of the dress.

"Can I take another picture? I swear I won't let nothing happen to it baby, I just want to be able to savor undressing my wife from her wedding gown later on," said Leif.

"Baby you know I trust you. I'm your wife. You don't have to ask. That's why I'm doing it real sexy like. I figured you'd want the photos. I love that I turn you on so much you even want to look at me when I'm nowhere around, and you want to remember taking me out of the dress! That's true love," murmured Lynne.

"It sure as hell is baby," said Leif, his voice gruff and husky and eyes filled with water.

Trust had never been this close with anyone before his woman. His wife, his angel, his joy!

He took a photograph of her dress with her bra cup poking out of the sleeve, and then another once she had both sleeves removed.

"Now, get me kissing your throat," he murmured passionately, handing her the iPhone.

He kissed her throat, and Lynne looked into the mirror as he looked up into her eyes.

She hadn't been fucked yet, but she was wearing the most luscious little fuck me face that he'd ever seen in his whole life.

He lifted the dress down to her waist, getting a photograph of that, and had her step backwards so that he could see that she was indeed still wearing half her wedding gown, all covered up by the ruffles, but the entire bodice of that panty shaper visible in plain sight.

He took the iPhone from her, and held the camera up to the mirror. 

"Let it drop to the floor like a good little wifey now....I want to record this moment, so I don't ever forget, the moment you really became mine, over and above everything we ever did before this wedding day," he murmured huskily.

Lynne looked obediently at him in the mirror, her look full of love and the desire to please and he wished he could memorize her expression forever. Damn it he loved her.

She nibbled her lip with joy and let the dress fall to the ground.

"Spin around for your man, and show him how pretty you are in this little panty girdle thing and your heels," he murmured getting the reflection of the dress, in the floor, at her feet, along with her panty girdle and high heeled shoes. His little Lynney was horny young man's fantasy, and she was standing before him.

Then he spun her around lovingly by her shoulders, placing his hands gently on her smooth and silk shoulder blades.

He touched his forehead lovingly with her own, and then stood with some distance between them, and then he saw, and he hadn't noticed it before, her entire crotch outlined with a sticky, gray, smeared outline. Oh the love and trust between them was intense. He couldn't tell when she'd gotten wet, but knew at some point, his sweet, innocent, trusting little wife had let him snap pictures of her wearing nothing but this little barely there panty shaper with a wet crotch. How far they'd come in their love, he remembered when she was too shy to kiss him on the mouth! 

And he loved her so endlessly and indulgently.

"My god, you are so sweet. Already can't wait for the honeymoon to start. You're just my precious, nasty little thing, and you'll be pampered from now on, even though my cock is so full it hurts. Turn around beautiful. I want you to turn around. And then, I want you to bend over my dresser, with your hands spread wide apart, and keep your high heels on. You've been a good wifey today, and I see no reason why you shouldn't be allowed to come a little bit. You need it badly. Look at this crotch," he murmured playfully, palming her pussy.

When he palmed it, he felt the stiff, stickiness of her crotch indicating that her pussy had been wet and the copious moisture had dried on her crotch several times.

"You're hard too, look at you," murmured Lynne, blushing, embarrassed, and looking partially ashamed, that she had her own clear evidence of steamy arousal everywhere.

"Hell yeah I'm hard, I should be, or else we shouldn't have married. You should be wet all day too for the same reasons. Being wet all day is nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm flattered I turned you on so much today. Get over there, scoot. I'm going to give you an appetizer for this honeymoon," he added swatting her ass.

She quickly closed the distance between where he was standing, and the dresser, so fast he thought the lovely thing would trip in her wedding gown at first.

"Careful don't fall baby girl. Mmm..." he murmured, the view of her behind was fantastic, standing there in nothing but a panty shaper, juicy ass spilling out of the bottom, and long, smooth, bare legs, calf muscles poked out as she was wearing those sexy high heeled wedding shoes.

His dick was so sore! He didn't even know if he could tease her anymore. He thought at first he would give her some pleasure like he had when they went over their vows in the fort, and just ate her, to tide her over, but now he didn't know if he could stand it.

He knew he couldn't wait to smell her again. He knelt behind her swiftly, crawling behind her like a dog in heat, eye level with that juicy ass he worshiped.

"My god baby, I couldn't wait to smell you again! You should have never let me take you out of this dress baby girl, and gotten someone else to do it," he whispered, his breath he was sure, tickling her pussy and as from behind, and she squirmed.

He stuck his nose between her two, ripe ass cheeks, sniffing, his Lynne, the sweet, spiciness of the scent of her bottom igniting his lust. Nothing smelled like his Lynney. Nothing! He hadn't smelled her ass for at least a few days, and he loved the smell of it like this, after having gone a whole day throughout the wedding, her unique musk wasn't masked by the scent of her shower, her real smell, her pheromones coming through. He wished he could bottle up the way her private parts smelled, pussy and ass and rub it all over his body and carry that scent with him always. And, no need feeling shy about that anymore, now that he was her husband.

"Pull your ass apart," he grunted peppering her buttocks with kisses.

"Leify," she yelped.

"Shhh...quiet, not so loud lovely, someone might come inside. Pull your ass apart, if you want me to pleasure you," he grunted reaching for her hand from behind.

He brought it around where his face was, and placed it on her ass, and Lynne quickly brought her other hand back there, spreading her cheeks shamelessly for him, exposing her ass crack in that lovely, lady like little panty shaper. It was so sensual seeing her spread her ripe buttocks for pleasure! 

"That's a good girl, that's a good wifey," he murmured, nuzzling her ass crack and grunting with pleasure.

His cock was now ramrod hard.

"Smells so good to me, damn, my dick aches, I need to fuck you baby," he panted.

He nuzzled right over where he knew her anus was with the hard nub of his nose, through her panties, the seat of all the wonderful smells of her ass. He wasn't thinking about the craving his sweet wife had for ass play when he started tickling her asshole through her panties with his nose, but as soon as he did, Lynne let out a wild, primal moan, and started jerking her hips over the bulb of his nose, and spreading her buttocks wider, until he could see the faint prickling of intimate hairs outlining both of her ass cheeks, the visual and scent of it driving him wild with its primal nature.

And, Lynne must have been going wild too, because he could see her white panty shaper crotch growing even slicker.

"You're going to need to give me this cute little panty shaper so I can rinse the crotch out for you lovely. I like to wash out the cute little panties you get wet with your juices, lick them out too," he murmured softly.

"Yes baby, I'll let you wash my dirty panties," she panted softly.

It was sensual sure, but Leif loved more than anything the emotional exchange, which he hadn't expected, all the things that they shared, his love of panties and dirty talk, and her giving him just the secret pleasure that he needed, just like he gave her the ass pleasure that she craved. Nothing forbidden between the two of them. Nothing that wouldn't be shared. 

Then she reached between her ass and pussy, and unsnapped the bottom of the panty shaper. As soon as she did, it slid upwards over her juicy ass, exposing her tan, moist pussy lips, with the beautiful pink petals inside, and the dark, secret crevice of her ass, what a beautiful sight to Leif! 

He couldn't help smelling her ass and pussy bare, and he put his nose solidly between her cheeks, taking a heavenly whiff, and she shamelessly butted her anus up to his nose, groaning with pleasure when the bulb of his nose lightly penetrated her ass.

"Oh Leify it feels so good!" she moaned loudly, when he nuzzled her anus wiggling his face back and forth like a playful puppy.

But nothing would let him get close enough to that intoxicating scent. Then he did the very same thing to the nether region between her pussy and ass, before finally going up to her pussy and nuzzling, burying the nub of his nose into the heavenly smell of her femininity. He wanted to drown in her. 

Each time he nuzzled, her, Lynne groaned loudly and rocked her hips appreciatively in wide arching circles.

"Baby, please, I love you so much, please let me come, make your wifey come," she panted, squirming, and there was a sweet desperation to her plea that he never heard before.

The hunger, her sexy, nubile desire, made his cock leak precum and an aching to fuck her like never before ran through his veins. Her honeyed, urban voice was so sexy, and she needed to come. 

He no longer knew if he could wait until he'd gotten his lovely bride away from his parent's home. She wanted it so bad, kept tempting him with it, and even asked him to unzip her beautiful wedding gown. The time to fuck her senseless was coming before they even started the honeymoon. This would be an appetizer fuck, and he'd give her the main course once they got to the destination. His dick was purple, and he simply would not wait anymore. 

But her voice, it was husky, and then he heard her sniffle. She wanted him fucking her so bad, she was crying.

"Are you crying beautiful. Don't cry baby. I always wanted to know that my woman wanted me as badly as I wanted her. Won't deny you of nothing anymore. You get whatever you want now that you're my wife. You're gonna be spoiled rotten. You've been hinting at it all day that you wanted me to fuck you right on this wedding day before we officially started the honeymoon. If you really want it that much baby, your husband won't deprive you! I'll give you what you need. I always give my baby what she needs. Hell I wanted it too! I wanted to peel your dress up in the limo, on the way to the reception. But I just didn't because I wanted the day to be special for you. That was the only reason. Just wanted you to feel like a princess, not be sore with me that I couldn't even wait till the day was over. But you want it as much as I do. We can start our honeymoon now," murmured Leif, kissing her hand with adoration.

"Just because I'm your princess doesn't mean I don't want to be fucked too! Let's not wait no more Leify," murmured Lynne and he knew she'd been crying a lot when she moved one of the hands that had parted her ass to wipe her face off.

"So sweet, you want your man so much, you're crying. I feel like crying too with sheer joy and pleasure. You're beautiful to your man baby, and I can't wait to fuck you. I'll remember from now on out, princesses like fucking too! Just...just wanted you to feel like a princess and didn't want to rush you. You want your husband to lick your naughty asshole," he murmured with a husky chuckle. 

"Yes, yes baby, please...please lick my naughty asshole," she moaned.

"Then, put your hands back there again and spread your juicy little ass, like you want it, and don't cry. Husband always gives his baby what she needs, only want you crying with pleasure while I stuff you with my cock," he murmured when she reached her hands behind her and splayed herself shamelessly.

"Oh, it's good to me, good to me Leify," she cried, when he groaned that he loved her over and over again into her anus.

He curled his tongue and pushed it gently but thoroughly into her delicate anal orifice, the sweet, tangy flavor of Lynne intoxicating him.

"Mmm...lick my naughty ass good," murmured Lynne under her breath, and she knew the language that turned him on. His crotch throbbed into a painful bulge, the tip of his cock leaking so much precum that he knew he'd need to free himself of the tuxedo pants soon, or they'd have precum all over them!

"Keep it spread wide...that's a good girl...are you Leif's nasty wifey, can't even wait for your man to get you on your honeymoon to fuck...tell your husband what a nasty little wife he has, I like to hear it baby,"

"Yes, I'm a naughty, nasty little wifey," moaned Lynne when he pinched apart her pussy lips and rammed his tongue roughly inside.

He started licking over her pussy and clit in circles, alternating between that, and penetrating her pussy, and Lynne hollered loudly,

"I love you baby, oh shit, Oh baby make your nasty wife come!" 

Leif stopped what he was doing and slapped her ass hard, several times.

"Hush baby girl, the window is open. The entire reception will hear that I am fucking you," he murmured under his breath.

He gave her bottom a few thwacks, and she yelped with shock. 

Then she stammered hotly- 

"I don't care, we are legal now..I don't give a fuck if they know you are digging my brains out, that's' what you are supposed to be doing, you are my damn husband now," grunted Lynne, as he licked her vulva and clit with broad, pleasurable swaths.

After she made this statement, he took a break from licking and sucking her pussy. 

Leif chuckled again and again with delight. She was full of passion and pleasure regarding their union, and this was just what he'd fantasized about when he thought about her husband.

"Hell yeah, I am your husband baby girl, and here to satisfy your every dirty wish!"

And then, as though leaning across the dresser with her legs spread apart wide was not giving her enough vantage for them to experience the sexual pleasure of him licking her ass and pussy doggy style, she lifted one of her legs in the her high heeled shoes on the dresser, propping her ass and pussy high in the air, shamelessly like a female kitten in heat.

***

Dear lord, she'd never felt pleasure like this before! Nothing could have prepared her for how good it felt to be nasty and raw with her handsome husband like this, propped up like his dirty girl, foot on the dresser, she'd put her foot up there so she could get more of the delicious feeling of the bulb of his nose in her ass. She never knew her ass had so many nerve endings until he'd accidentally put his thumb up there when they were playing after her skyping session with his mom and her friend during their wedding planning. 

It had been so erotic and sensual taking the photos as he undressed her today, took off her wedding gown, the trust between them, intoxicating. He was her husband, and she trusted him, and knew he wouldn't expose those pictures publically. Even if he wanted to photo them fucking, especially her expression from the waist up while he gave it to her hard, the idea of it was arousing to Lynne, not frightening like it had been before. She used to live in fear of the church, and that anything she did in private would be sold to the church elders at any moment. Now the only fear she felt, was if she and Leif couldn't be close and share more intimately each passing second.

His breath was so hot on her ass, and he loved her, loved her so much he was pleasuring her lowliest parts, and he was going to satisfy her before they got on the road. She couldn't help that she felt like she had at her first Christmas with Leif, full of anticipation and she couldn't wait, and each kiss and murmur over her lowly anus, when he groaned how much he loved her, made her tickle with pleasure.

He held her gently by the waist, helped to lift her leg that was over the dresser further, licking, what he liked to call her naughty ass while playing with her clit with a gentle thumb. It was so much ecstasy, all that Lynne could do was groan and cry tears at this point, real, salty pleasurable tears.

Her stomach, pussy, and ass all convulsed with a cacophony of pleasure, and Leif held her skillfully on the pleasurable edge of a wave of orgasm.

Every time she tightened up her thighs like she did before she was about to explode into orgasm, he knew her body so well, he switched to teasing the opposite body part, this time, he moved from her ass, back over her clit again.

"Leify, baby, please, I want to come so good for you, want to be your sweet, nasty wifey!" she groaned loudly.

She knew he told her not to holler, but she couldn't help it, besides she could hear Robin Thicke's Blurred Lines playing through the window, and assumed that everyone was too busy listening to the song and doing line dances during the end of the reception to hear her screaming out of the bedroom window. 

"Now I told you once before to hush your sexy mouth didn't I? Didn't your husband tell you darling," he asked.

And he picked her up swiftly from the dresser. Feeling him manhandling her, absorbing her in his own strength, moving her from being propped up on the dresser to holding her swiftly in the air made her feel dizzy with desire for him. She knew where he was carrying her...to the bed...to be fucked! 

He picked her up gently like she was a doll, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He hoisted her over the bed by her buttocks, and then he dropped her on the bed, knowing that she wouldn't hurt herself, he had positioned her carefully over the bed before he plopped her down, and then he swatted the underside of her ass.

"Get on your knees little wifey, on all fours for me, husband loves when you squat," he murmured huskily. 

She loved feeling powerless in his big strong arms, and Lynne shivered with pleasure. 

After he dropped her on the bed, and she crawled into the instructed position, she turned around to look into his sexy blue eyes, which were hooded, his nostrils flaring with pleasure, and he was panting with sheer desire.

He panted in and out rapidly like was running a marathon, and he watched her, crawling submissively on the bed as he commanded, and she swiveled her head to the side to look behind her, and all she could see was two things in his glance, unbridled lust, finally permitted to be unleashed and unfathomable love to her down to the depths of his pupils, he loved and wanted her so badly his sky blue eyes looked stormy with passion. How lucky she was to be the recipient of such passion.

"It's hard for you to keep quiet. I keep forgetting, with that sexy little voice of yours. Oh hell Lynney, that's part of the shit that made me fall in love with you, that cute little accent, and that unbridled moaning. I should punish you, for as horny as I am, making me need to stop this devouring...this fucking we are doing, while the reception is going on, because you're so hot for your man baby girl, you can't wait...making me stop in the middle to shut the window," he grunted, racing over to the window and shutting it.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I try to be a good girl, a good woman, a good wifey, but you're sexy to me, and feeling like this, being desired like this, but not having it be frightening, well hell, I've been dreaming of it since I was small, just like I dreamed about weddings," she murmured sweetly.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 55



"Damn it Lynney! Your heart is so beautiful...I even, even though I'm ready to fuck your little brains out you make my heart feel warm and fuzzy with love. I just never could have imagined it so," he grunted.

She turned around, and looked into his eyes, and beamed at him.

"It's because you love me! The way I love you, and you're the one who told me you can't separate love into parts, so of course you can't separate the love you feel from me from the desire to fuck me. Hell, I can't," murmured Lynne, reaching down for her high heels as Leif crossed the other side of the room near the window and returned to the bed.

She started to kick the shoes off her feet as she squatted obediently on all fours. She loved playing submissive to her new loving husband and she wouldn't even get off all fours, even though he hadn't said she had to remain squatting while she waited for him. Submitting was delicious, getting to feel small, powerless, feminine and adored, while he cared for her, and kept her safe, even in their own little hailstorm of passion. 

"Are your feet tired honey?" asked Leif sweetly.

"Not really, just thought I'd take them off, don't need the shoes on for fucking," she added with a shy chuckle.

"If your feet don't hurt, don't you dare take those damn shoes off. You're sexy as hell in your white high heeled shoes with the blue soles with this...this...this...what do you call this shit," he added standing behind her.

He slapped her ass with a dominate authoritative swat that made Lynne feel tingly in the pit of her belly. Have mercy she couldn't wait to be taken by this primal ass, sexy man of hers, who was also tender. He cared whether her feet hurt, but if her feet didn't hurt, he clearly wanted her to keep the shoes on...it played to his fantasies, and she loved being let into all the deep, secret, dark corners of his mind, she was learning her sexy mate, a man who liked her thick pubic hair, her panties, heels, and playing with their love fluids. She wondered what other sexy secrets he had. She wanted to explore all that shit with him, and her eyes got all teary at the realization that she would get to do this, and nothing, but nothing would be forbidden between them, just like she started dreaming about when he first started living in her apartment six months ago.

"it's ummm...it's called a panty shaper," murmured Lynne blushing.

"Well it might not be meant to be lingerie, but his panty shaper thingy sure as hell looks like it, especially with the heels, if your feet don't hurt, please keep them on," he added.

And he placed a hot, smoldering kiss to the crotch of her wet shaper which made Lynne groan, and then he placed a tender, doting kiss to her cheek which made her want to cry tears of pleasurable joy.

He linked his fingers in the tendril curls she had piled high atop her head, and yanked her close to him by the curls, some of them coming undone sealing her lips to his in a greedy, unyielding kiss, so intense that her face felt like it was being burned raw with the prickles of his blonde five o'clock shadow, but she'd never felt a more pleasant sensation in her life. His kissing was unbridled and lusty, and it made her feel so tingly, she wanted to get involved but he gave her no space, as though he was now kissing her the way he'd wanted to the very first time he'd ever saw her. 

All she could do was surrender as he yanked her head back roughly with his kiss, peeling her lips open with the entreaty of his own mouth, and then thrusting his tongue around wildly in her mouth. She struggled, because she wanted to participate in the kiss, but the more she struggled because she wanted to tease him with her own tongue, the more excited he got, until he grabbed her and squeezed her body to him so tight all she could do is grab onto his ascot.

"I love you so much, just let me kiss you baby! Let me do all the kissing right now baby girl, been waiting so long to kiss you a lot rougher than ever before," he grunted huskily. 

Lynne had never known there had been ways to kiss her rougher, that he still hadn't kissed her as hard as he could with all their passionate face sucking, but she was delighted to be introduced to this new world of steamy passion, he kissed her so hard, their teeth occasionally scraped together, until she cocked her had to the side to give him even more access. 

She held her hands above her head, surrendering to him, opening her mouth wide, simply curling her tongue in her own mouth for his access and letting him do what he wanted, and glad that he could finally have the rough greedy love that he desired, and that the expressions of his masculine passion felt so wonderful to her, rather than frightening. He grabbed her chin dimple, kissed her until she was panting though her mouth and his to try to breathe.

Each time she felt so dizzy with the pleasure of the invasion of his tongue and submitting she could not breathe, he let her lips escape from some of the pressure, he groaned sweet nothings over her mouth,

"Your breath tastes sweet,"

And,

"Your tongue tastes like candy to me,"

And, 

"I love you, and your little mouth so much darlin'," 

And Lynne felt at once adored, cherished, and devoured.

"Pussy tastes like candy too, wanna taste it again," he moaned.

He groaned and turned her over, onto her stomach, and yanked the panty shaper roughly upwards and somehow managed to get it up around her lower hips, even though it was designed to unzip. 

It was tight over her hips.

"Mmm....this cute little henna tattoo. Your Leif's girl huh? Leif's wifey? Wanted a tat just like your man," added Leif.

Lynne blushed at the memory and he took her ass cheek adoringly between his lips kissing her Leif henna tattoo and sucking the globe of her left cheek with gentle lip smacks.

The warm adoration, even in the middle of their primal greed, and the growing scent of their passion nestled in Lynne's heart and made a warm feeling catch in her stomach that burned with a pleasurable ache clear down to her pussy. 

He stated licking, sucking, and tongue fucking her ass and pussy from behind as she lay on her stomach on the bed.

All Lynne could do was hump the bed for some additional sexual relief, the same way she humped the mattress when he left her in this room alone, and she'd begged him to fuck her before the wedding. Well the wedding was almost over now, and she was ready for his fat, pleasurable cock, and for him to take her out of the panty shaper, the Lycra material designed to hold in her ample ass curves was painfully hugging her hips now. 

"The panty shaper unzips in the back," she cried.

"I don't have the patience to take off any more of your shit Lynney, that's why you are being fucked here, and not on your honeymoon, because you had me undress your sexy little body in your pretty princess gown. Now, get yourself that pillow on top the bed, and I want you to bury your face in it so you can scream loudly and not make so much noise," he murmured.

He roughly grabbed her head and pushed her face down towards the pillow. 

If he'd done this the first time they'd made love, Lynne would have curled up into the fetal position in tears, because she was terrified of roughness. But now she knew, he wasn't being rough with her because he didn't love her, the roughness was because he simply loved her too much to be careful, and frankly, she desired him too much right now to care. 

But he loved her with all his heart, and she didn't even need him to kiss the crown of her hair the way he did when she obediently lay her head, face down in the pillow, just as her handsome groom instructed, to let her know this. 

She felt his love, even without the adoring kiss that he'd placed, in the way he kept teasing, and pleasuring her body, and finding ways to tell her he loved her. Somehow, she hadn't expected that he'd tell her that he loved her and how he enjoyed her during their fucking, she expected all there would be was grunts and pants, but even in this, even with him pawing her and throwing her about on the mattress, she felt adored. How the hell could this be so pleasurable to her body, and her spirit! 

The body part she'd been prepared for but not the spirit! 

Somehow he'd found a way to lift the shaper over her curvaceous hips, so that it was now just over her waist and breasts, providing Lynne with some relief from the tight feeling.

"My sweet, dirty little wifey, with your little panty shaper hiked up around your waist, like my nasty little girl, all dressed up in her high heeled wedding shoes, so lovely for me," he crooned sweetly.

He slapped her ass gently.

"Get on all fours for me now baby, like you are crawling. Let me give you a wedding present, is thick and long and you're gonna love it, you've been asking for it all day," he murmured with a husky chuckle.

And that tender humor with his sensuality that delighted her. She loved him so much, she started chuckling. When she heard him unzip his tuxedo pants, she was overwhelmed with pleasure that they were going to do it, right here, right now, fuck right on his old bed sheets, where he'd countlessly dreamed of many women, and maybe even loved a few others when he was teenaged boy, but he never knew the pleasure that she hoped she made him feel as the one who'd stolen his heart so much he couldn't wait to marry her, the one he loved enough to wait for fucking her. 

And so far, being manhandled by him, until she couldn't even think, all she could feel was exquisite pleasure at each invasion of his tongue, and the tickling bulb of his nose, against her intimate areas felt so good, she couldn't stand it!

He curved his fingers behind Lynne, assuming the position one would use when lifting a bowling ball, very gently tickled the entry of her ass with his thumb, while delicately rubbing three fingers over her moist outer pussy lips, slowly, seductively easing his middle finger in her aching pussy and his thumb inside her tingling asshole.

Lynne wanted to be naked so she could feel his mouth on her breast nipples so bad, she hollered, started biting the pillow and feverishly rubbing her painfully hard nipples up to the bed, through the shaper. She'd need a lot of sucking and kissing of her tits later to ease the fire he was stoking all over her body, and she was sure he would satisfy.

The hollering had excited Leif, she could tell when she felt him lay his full weight on her moved her hand from her pussy and ass and lay his entire weight on her back until he was crushing her with his weight, he placed her hands high above her head, and all Lynne could do was grip the headboard!

"Oh Leify, Leify, baby," panted Lynne.

"Mmm...I need to fuck your pussy good sweetheart," he groaned, sucking the wetness off of his fingers.

"Lick my fingers like the good little wife you are," he murmured, cramming his fingers, sticky with her pussy juices into her mouth. 

She loved when he commanded her, because he was loving, and that positive reinforcement, being his good girl, his special woman fulfilled aching emotional gaps in her heart, even in the nastiest of physical pleasures they shared. 

She heard him unzip his tuxedo pants, and heard him panting and swallowing. He wanted her so bad he sounded like he'd run a marathon and was about to devour a tasty meal. 

Her head was face down in the pillow so she couldn't see what was going on, but she knew he was getting ready to fuck her, and she felt giddy with delight, but she also felt so overcome with emotions.

He'd been loving with her.

Patient with her. Even though she hadn't been mentally prepared to fuck him in the beginning, it had never detracted from any of the love he felt for her. Once she was ready, he kept patiently encouraging her to wait for this day to make their first rough sex special. And now, the moment was finally upon them, and she didn't feel afraid at all, the only tension she felt was butterflies in her stomach, and an ache in her pussy to explode with the orgasm he'd kept teasing her with, and edging for her. And now, she could finally satisfy him like the grown woman he'd helped her become with his emotional nurturing. And she felt overcome with love and desire for her big strong husband, loved feeling tiny in his arms, thrown on the bed and posed about in positions for his pleasure, devoured by his mouth in her own mouth, and the most private places on her body all opened for the exploration of his tickling fingers, roaming nose, and tasting tongue! 

She started sobbing into the pillow, sobbing with joy, so much emotion her shoulders heaved.

Leif quickly wrapped his entire body around hers, cocooning her, and lifting her head gently from the pillow.

"Look at me little tortoise! Stop crying honey. I want this right now, but only if I want it as bad as you want it baby. Don't be scared of me now. I love you doll baby, and, if you aren't ready to fuck yet, that can wait until after the honeymoon until you feel comfortable. We have a whole lifetime to fuck, just like we had a whole lifetime to have sex, sure I want it baby, but not if you are so scared you want to cry. I have patience to wait for you as long as you need honey, And I mean it. You know me by now, and if you didn't want to fuck, all you needed to tell me was that you were scared sweetheart! I understand you still being scared a little bit baby, people have been abusing you your whole life, and you are just getting used to a husband's love. I don't want my princess to cry, don't want you scared of me. All that shit picking you up, throwing around, and slapping your juicy little ass was because I love you like an animal baby, but I'm still your Leify, I won't hurt you, this doesn't have to happen until my little wifey is just as ready as her horny ass husband, we can just do pig in a blanket for now if you want, then I'll kiss your pussy until you come," he murmured, gently tickling her ass crack with his cock was one of his favorite pleasures to indulge in with her the first few days of her monthly period, when indulging in full on sex was too messy for her tastes. 

He'd rub and rub his cock between her ass cheeks until he came. 

They playfully called this act pig in a blanket, and he loved the feeling of his cock riding in her cheeks, it was another special, secret intimacy, something he was shy about, liking the feeling of rubbing his fat cock gently between her juicy ass cheeks until he came. It happened the first time by accident when they were playing and his cock glided between her ass. It felt good to him, and it was the first time he did it, so he kept doing it, confessing how good it felt. So she tightened her ass around his cock, looked back at him lovingly and said, keep rubbing your dick back there until you come, if it feels nice. She loved when he came on her back when he was doing this, and he always kissed the crown of her head adoringly and held her so tight he smothered her, before cleaning her back with his kisses. 

Each time they indulged in this act, he acted like an ashamed little boy, which she thought was adorable. He swore her to secrecy, about rubbing his cock in her cheeks until he came, he was embarrassed that he enjoyed getting off in such a juvenile way as a grown man. He kept explaining it away because her ass was so big and sexy, and he could thrust rough and not worry about hurting her, but Lynne told him he didn't need to explain anything, if it was pleasurable for him, she loved to give this to him, and it was their own beautiful secret! 

Lynne didn't think it was juvenile at all, she thought it was sweet, and relished the closeness between them to share in this way, and loved the doting kisses he planted on the crown of her hair and her neck and her ears while he rubbed his cock gently in her ass cheeks groaning about how good her juicy ass felt.

They shared everything! And now this was another beautiful adventure, to share, together, and she couldn't wait!

The security washed over Lynne in a wave and she really started balling.

"Damn you love me so much! Even at the height of your passion, you were ready to stop it because you thought I was crying because I'm scared. I'm not scared at all, never felt more beautiful and loved in my whole damn life! I'm crying because I love you so much I can't stand it, can't wait to be nasty and rough with you! Leify if you don't fuck me now, I'll fuck you damn it," shouted Lynne her head just above the pillow.

Leif threw his head back, and chuckled loudly, and then he started to chuckle, there was a happy joyful cadence to his chuckle, along with relief. Relief because he'd wanted to fuck her so much, and the only reason he would hold back anything was if he felt like she was fearful, but that laugh was relief because her sexy ass husband was sick and tired of waiting! The sheer relief in his laughter almost made him sound like a man gone mad, and Lynne felt a pang and glimmer of pain that her man desired her so much lust had driven him mad even though he tried to be patient, and then she felt elation that she could finally fulfill him. 

Then he swatted her ass several times, as he chuckled, and chuckled.

Lynne yelped and giggled with each squat, scampering up further towards the headboard.

"You'll do no such thing you saucy little bride. Get your knees up higher than that, I know you can do it baby, squat," murmured Leif, unzipping his pants the rest of the way, and she knew he was lifting them over his hips and down over his knees.

"Bite that pillow baby girl, you're gonna need to do it, it's gonna feel so good to you darling, you're soaking with for your man," he murmured.

And, he reached under her body, reached his hands into her bra cups, squeezed her breasts, and as though he was reading her mind, delightfully pinched her nipples while he gently bit the scruff of her neck, the side that hadn't been stung, just like a puppy would bite the scruff of its playmates neck. 

She loved to feel him biting her neck like they were mating dogs, and she giggled and wiggled her neck free, and he caught the scruff again, bit it harder, and squeezed her tit more insistently.

"Mmm, you're gonna really be my wifey now, you need to be good, don't fight my kisses and bites," he added with a playfully chuckle, biting her ear, with rough passion, the warmth in his breath making Lynne's pussy ache with longing.

"That tickles," she cried, squirming around her voice filled with laughter. 

"Fuck, so sweet, ticklish and dainty! I love you so much, darling, precious little wife of mine. I'm gonna be a little rough darlin', but if it hurts, and you don't like the roughness, remember sweet, the safe word, tortoise," he said.

And again, he kissed the crown of her hair and Lynne had no idea she'd feel so adored on the precipice of her fucking! 

***

Leif's cock was so hard, it felt sore. And, when he'd unzipped the tented tuxedo pants, and pulled his boxers down around his knees, to look at that sweet, sexy new wife of his, sprawled out on the bed behind him, crouched down obediently on all fours, and later, submissively clutching the headboard where he used to dream of fucking random beautiful girls as a teenager, while he held on and humped a hole in his mattress, his cock stood out in front of him, throbbing so hard it was nearly purple.

He ached for Lynne so much. At first, he felt just a tad disappointed that her eagerness to cross this new threshold had them actually doing it in his old bedroom before the reception was actually over, but, looking back on it as a couple, not being able to make it until the honeymoon truly fit the spirit of their anytime, anyplace, passionate adoration for each other. Further, it seemed fitting to love her on this bed, because no woman, no girl, he'd ever dreamed about when he frantically beat it when he was growing up, and no one he could have snuck into this bedroom, held a solitary candle to his beautiful, exotic, innocent creature that lay sprawled out beneath him submissively. And hell, that was just the view from the outside. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 55



It spoke nothing about the feeling that was brewing in his heart right now, and lined his eyes with water, that woman laying beneath his was his soul mate, his muse, his affectionate lover, and his best friend. It was really, only right that he fucked her in his old room for the first time, as she was the realization of all that he desired as a teenager, personified, but even more beautiful, was that he didn't objectify her, despite wanting to fuck her with dirty, greedy, abandon, he worshiped Lynne, unlike the chauvinistic idiot he'd been as horny ass teenager, masturbating wantonly, or screwing random girls. 

She was so beautiful, and he felt this savage need overcome him, And he took his hard cock, and trailed it lightly up her thighs, drizzling each of her inner thighs with precum, marking his territory and groaning with pleasure when he saw the clear evidence of his desire for her, coating her inner thighs and becoming mixed with a trickle of her own creamy desire outlining her gorgeous bush. 

"So lovely," he panted gripping her around her waist, his breath on her anus, licking her pussy from behind.

"So perfect," he panted, tickling the opening of her anus gently with his cock, careful not to press in his wife's virgin anus, but groaning with pleasure at the feeling of the tight heat of her anal ridge just the same. 

He was testing her. If she backed away from him, and withdrew her body, she was still afraid of him. She should know him, well enough to know that he would amply prepare her before playing with her back door, even though she was the one who wanted to experiment with anal sex. 

If she backed away she was still having problems trusting and was not ready to have her pussy fucked, and they would just do pigs in a blanket and he'd work on getting her comfortable at their honeymoon suite. He wouldn't hurt her, and she should know it by now.

But, when she groaned for him loudly.

"Oh, Leify, I love when we play nasty baby, mmm...you're a kinky husband," gripping the headboard and thrusting her cute little anus close to his cock head, his heart flushed with warmth and he started leaking a copious amount of precum, more than he leaked when he was a young teenager! 

He hadn't expected to feel warm in his heart when he was ready to fuck her.

Damn!

"Mmm, I'll get your sweet, tender little ass ready for your husband soon. You aren't ready yet, naughty thing, that requires training. It'll be a fun project together, getting your hot little ass ready for the husband cock you want so badly," he grunted huskily.

He kneeled and looked at her from behind, gripping the headboard, panty shaper hiked up around her waist, white high-heeled shoes with blue soles pointed submissively in the air as she kneeled.

"Ooooh," groaned Leif with delight, parting her ass and pussy wide from behind, he inspected, her, like a feral cat, zoning in on his mate.

He couldn't decide which hole to kiss and suck so he kissed and sucked each orifice as Lynne groaned with delight, then held her leg in the air high, straining and holding the headboard like a sexy little ballerina while he sucked her pussy and clit firmly between his lips, groaning in delight in the sweetness and flavor of her outer lips and vulva and how quickly they swelled with passion, delighting him.

"Mmm....fuck...love you baby girl..." he grunted when she started humping him madly, gyrating those sexy little hips madly like he'd witnessed in secret when she was doing the booty pop at her sweet little bachelorette party.

His innocent, churchy little wife was hot and ready for her new husband's cock, and picturing her, just an hour prior, the picture of innocence, running to him crying when she got a bee sting, the perfect little mediator with his parents about the car, first, letting her husband snap dirty pictures of her, and now squirming around like a nasty little kitten in heat, aching for cock, letting her husband do whatever he wanted, shit, it was the kind of bond he always wanted with his little Lynney, a nasty little freak, but only for her loving man, he couldn't hold it anymore.

His eyes did line with water, but he slid his cock up and down, up and down from the tip of her crack to the base of her pussy, grunting like an animal, delighting in the heat of Lynne, the texture of all those intimate parts, and the smell of her lovely body, now natural despite her morning shower, and cologne, under all that wedding gown material all morning. He loved the sight of the trail of the juices of excitement he was leaving behind on her sexy body, the image of his pink cock close to his wife's sexy beige skin. 

He licked her armpit for more pheromones. Damn he loved when he could taste Lynne, and not just cologne when he licked her some place naughty. His cock leaked with more precum, and he drizzled it over her lower back, and then began to tickle her pussy lips, and the entrance of her pussy. He held her high in the air, and he got a good look at the glistening caused by the mixing of the fluids of their arousal.

"Leify, Liefy, please, I need your dick!" she cried out loudly.

And Leif, not aware whether they were in the house alone, swatted her ass roughly.

His balls ached with a river of semen, and her moan was so sexy he felt that tingling feeling like he was getting ready to expunge his seed.

He pinched her lips together a little roughly by her jaw.

"Didn't your man tell you to hush up lovely? Huh? Well didn't I? Shit your voice is so sexy I almost came," he added hotly, slapping her little rear so hard he left a handprint on it.

His first instinct was to kiss the ripe red mark but he'd love on it later.

"Ouch baby, I can be good, I can be a good girl!" she shrieked, and he couldn't stand it anymore, he lifted Lynne off the bed by her waist, she was so tiny he was able to lift his cutie a little off the bed just by gripping her roughly under the waist.

Still making sweet noises and making him want to bust! 

With his other hand, he roughly parted her pussy lips and ass wide.

"Not so much moaning, if I come before I'm ready, because of your sexy little voice, I'll spank you. You're gonna get your first spanking as my little wifey. If you're a good wifey though, I'll make that pussy come good," he grunted.

Lynne surprised him by rearing her hips back like a kitten in heat, bucking so hard he had to lean up slightly, and the tip of his cock tickled the entrance of her pussy.

Her mare like straining allowed him a better depth of angle to penetrate her with savage, newlywed husband greed, and it was Lynne who gripped his cock fiercely from behind, disobediently taking her hand off the headboard in front of him.

"Oh I need your dick so bad, I've been dreaming of this a month!" Lynne panted and she was squirming.

"Hands on the headboard lovely, I want to do the fucking, later it'll be your turn to do the fucking little Lynney," he grunted huskily.

He grabbed the base of his cock, lined it up squarely with Lynne's juicy pussy, and jerked his hips upwards, plunging with all his might into the depths of her juicy, steamy little innards, his thrust so hard it knocked her on her stomach.

The pleasure of being greedy with her was such a shock that his own toes curled, and his knees buckled as he followed her onto the mattress.

Leif groaned with sheer relief and pleasure, he'd never heard himself moan so loud and he hoped that no one was upstairs! 

Her head face down in the pillow, he looked down at her, at first to gauge her reaction, but she'd clutched the headboard until her knuckles turned white, and grunted, through husky passion.

"Oh fuck me husband, fuck your naughty wife's pussy so good,"

Oh shit, he'd told her to keep quiet because he was afraid of that cute urban accent. Her voice tickled his ears with pleasure that radiated down to his cock as her juicy, tight little pussy muscles and every little movement of her hips tickled his cock with joy. The two feelings combined threatened to make him explode his mountain of pent up come.

He was holding it back with everything inside him, just like he'd tried to desperately hang on before he busted his first nut, but this felt better than that first feeling could ever feel, in fact, it was like the first feeling, because it was the first time he'd been in love with the woman the way he was desperately in love with his sweet creature. 

He didn't want to go too soon.

"Shut your cute, naughty little face," he moaned, sticking his fingers in her mouth to silence her, and picking her up by the waist again, so she was kneeling behind him.

"Yes baby," she murmured contentedly latching on his fingers, and sucking them tightly. The closeness ran through him in a wave, even has his dick tingled with lust feeling her warm sucking, their special bond, where they could share all their secrets, Lynne's erotic and emotional fetish for suckling his fingers. 

Damn it, she wanted to please and love him so much it was so beautiful to him that even as his cock felt relief for his insatiable hunger, the desire to slam roughly in her pussy, his eyes felt in danger of releasing some liquid he was not at all expecting!

"You're such a good little wife, and I love you," he murmured, before becoming overwhelmed with the sensation of her hot, juicy pussy sucking his cock with the same fever, her hot, wet lips were sucking his digits with.

Tears fell from his eyelids onto the nape of her neck, he was so overwhelmed with finally being able to fuck her after wanting to desperately since he first saw her in her little black dress. He was sure that Lynne probably thought it was sweat, and he was so horny, he wanted to ignore the throbbing of his heart for once, so he could fuck his little wifey!

He held her high by her stomach arching her back, then slammed into her pussy hard with his cock again, this time, Lynne expected his thrust, and rocked back against his stomach obediently, bracing herself so she wouldn't fall out of doggy style and onto her stomach, like she had with the first thrust. 

Plowing into her pussy hard in doggy, and he'd only had doggy with her once before, in the woodshed, and that had been marvelously slow and tender, was so pleasurable, he couldn't whisper sweet nothings anymore, the only sound he could form was a low satisfied groan, again, and again, and again.

He removed his cock so that only the head of him was inside her while his balls tingled and ached with the longing for his beautiful wife's tight juicy pussy again, and then, when he plunged his cock in her so roughly that her body snapped forwards again before she quickly and obediently lined her back again under his arched stomach to receive another thrust, the tight, warm heat nuzzling around his cock filled him with such overwhelming pleasure, he nuzzled her ear and panted,

"Love my sweet little pussy so much, such a good pussy, such a good wifey," as he gripped her under her belly button.

She was a good little angel, even as she enjoyed her naughty fucking, lining herself up under his stomach even as each rough thrust knocked her forward because she was so small, otherwise, they would have ended up laying on the mattress and writhing around, but she kept straining to get back into doggy because she knew he loved the feeling of the position. Holy shit he loved her so much! 

"Fuck your good pussy baby, oh fuck me good!" she whimpered obediently and quickly popped his fingers back into her mouth.

After she moaned, she latched onto his fingers intensely, and he tenderly fed her his index and middle finger, the warmth of her lips and the heat of her pussy intoxicating him, all of her, so wet, warm, and succulent! 

She knew he would get after her again for talking in her sexy accent, which was why she quickly started sucking his digits again, to keep herself quiet. Wasn't her fault he wanted her so bad for so long that just hearing her voice made him want to pop his load.

Still, he'd playfully disciplined her, and her obedience was sweet and made him chuckle, even as he was fucking her. 

Sweet Jesus he loved her.

He gripped her waist, got on his knees, pulled her hair back, and started driving his cock in and out, in and out of her pussy, from the tip of his aching cock, all the way to the base of his balls, which were growing slick with her juices. 

Now he was holding her body tight to him so that even his eager doggy style thrusts would not threaten to topple her over. And when he held her this way, it gave little Lynney more leverage for wild, animalistic movements. 

"Leify...my Leify....oh God...so good," she cried rolling her hips backward faster and faster.

He tangled his fingers roughly in her hair while his balls and spine tingled. She'd never learn about keeping quiet and the jizz threatened to come spurting out of his head and he wasn't ready yet, he tipped her head backwards onto the crook of his shoulder like he was a lion and she was a lioness, silencing her with an angry tongue kiss as he jostled his hips harder and harder and she met his thrusts from behind, turning and twisting so hard that her pretty breast nipple came bobbing out of the cup of her panty shaper, and when he noticed it, he gripped her by the waist, squirming into another position, them on their knees and him lifting her up from behind which only let him fuck her tight, juicy, steamy little pussy even better.

He could hear whimpers and moans of passion but most of the noise had been silenced from the slurping of their kisses, much to the relief of the staying power of his cock! 

And now, her lips entangled in his rough, greedy kisses, he clutched her waist with one hand and reached for her breast with the other hand, tweaking the nipple hard, remembering how much Lynne loved rough nipple stimulation as she neared a climax.

She muttered and whimpered god knows what into his mouth but it sure as hell sounded like an amalgamation of curses, and I love you's, through a muttered pant with his big, greedy tongue in her mouth, and then, he saw her slide her hand down her stomach and start rubbing and masturbating her pussy lips and hardened clit hood shamelessly, her eyes rolled up in her head and gyrating rough and nastily on his cock like he was the mechanical bull she loved to ride at the bar, she'd long ago confessed that she almost drove herself to orgasms on those rides, and he loved her freaky little secret, but he wanted her to love him far more than that mechanical bull and he leaned back and drove his cock into her pussy hard over and over again causing her to bounce wildly in the air from her knees with each thrust, wild and high like she would be jostled by that rough bull! 

They were moving too rough and too hard for him to keep kissing her now that her own movements were wild as he knelt behind her, so he separated his lips from her own, and looked down at her beautiful face lined with delicate beads of sweat. 

The look on her face was wide eyed pleasure, and soon, Lynne lost control of her beautiful facial features, she'd wrinkled up her face in the most torturous looking expression he though he should stop, until she whimpered,

"Your good little pussy is coming good! Keep giving it to me!" and he felt her pussy convulse violently around his cock, he'd never felt those little muscles squeeze so hard before.

"It's good it feels good, oh fuck me good, fuck your little wifey good!" squeezing and rubbing her pussy in furious circles as he plowed from behind, those tight, juicy little pussy muscles spurring him on before he was ready but still delivering him spine tingly relief all the same.

The visual was so sexy to him, clutching her by her waist and her delicate neck as she masturbated herself, her smooth tender beige skin ensconced in his hairy tan embrace, and they were on their knees, fucking like two animals, or like two people praying, worshiping their own ecstasy and the love for one another. When he glanced down at her knees between his own knees, and looked at how her tight, juicy little pussy was hungrily gobbling his pink cock, slick with their juices, he almost busted his load. He had to look away and tipped her chin back toward his own face so he could look into her eyes, but Lynne had long ago stopped focusing on anything tangible in this world, as usual, when her come was getting good, those big pretty eyes were rolled up in her eye sockets, only the whites were showing behind the veil of her lashes. 

The old bedframe and mattress was creaking with furious abandon now as they thrashed around in ecstasy and Leif was half worried about it collapsing under their frantic movement as old as it was! 

"Mmm, such a good little pussy, making your husband come," he groaned loudly. 

He slammed Lynne against the mattress, moving her from the kneeling position. He lay behind her, got on one knee behind her and started humping her hard into the mattress, and oh fuck it felt so good to slam his hot, aching cock rough and hard in her hot, tight, juicy pussy, over and over again, feeling her sweet slick juices dribble down his balls, her pussy clutching with the aftershocks of her own sweet orgasms, the sounds of her hungry little pussy sucking and squeezing around his dick, the sound of his balls slapping roughly and naughtily against her plump ass. 

"My sweet little wife, I'm gonna be the only man to ever fuck your little pussy. Love my little Lynne and her pussy so much. Tell me....tell me who's pussy it is..." he grunted.

"My husband's...my Leify's," she moaned. 

He was buried balls deep in her pussy, thrusting hard within her walls and groaning with ecstasy, feeling the quivering of the muscles deep inside her, and the feeling of the deepest parts of Lynne tickling his head, as he banged her hard against the mattress, lord have mercy it had been so long he forgot how good it felt to fuck a woman hard and deep, but no pussy had felt as fantastic as this tight little one he was fucking right now, his wife's! 

She reached between them with loving fingers, spreading her pussy lips further for his pleasure, so he could fuck her deeper, he swore already he could feel her tiny guts, and he quickly buried his head in the scent of her vanilla shampoo, because his eyes were betraying him, when his cock started throbbing with spine tingling relief and he spewed out his aching, sticky, five day old load, there was so much pleasure shooting from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes and escaping through his dick he writhed on the bed like he was in pain, just like Lynne had looked when she was coming earlier, and tears escaped his eyelids violently, but he told himself, he was crying with pleasure because he hadn't ejaculated in six days, the longest he'd ever gone without intercourse or masturbating since he'd hit puberty, but in his heart, he knew that wasn't it.

Even when he was fucking her, he loved her, and he'd been wholly unprepared for that unfettered emotional pleasure being connected to the source of hot tingly pleasure in his dick. He didn't think those warm waves of fuzzy love would take over his heart while he was fucking her, he thought he'd only feel them when he was being gentle with her and making love. 

He kept straining and bucking against her wildly, riding every last vestige of spurting relief and he swore he felt about five or six gushes of hot sticky pleasure, more ejaculate than he'd ever felt, and every time he thought it would be over, her muscles would tickle him again, and that's when he knew she was squeezing him with her eager pussy muscles to prolong his pleasure.

Everything she did was to please him.

"I love my baby! I love my good wifey!" he panted still high off his comes and the semen which kept leaking out of his head. Even though the spasms were over, he still felt a river of pent up come flowing out of him, gushing everywhere! 




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Then he realized that even as she'd acted like a little animal below him, a wild little banshee with the crotch thrusts, Lynney had been crying too.

"I love you too husband! Love to be your good little wifey!" and he slammed into her once more, even tough he'd stopped coming, just because she still made his heart feel good, then sank down to the mattress below them, squeezing Lynney tightly, his balls and her pussy buried in their sticky juices, his balls and thighs just coated in it, raw and sensual like two nasty little animals. And he thought there was a lot of fluids when they'd made love before, but they were so covered in juice they were stuck together like glue.

And he didn't want to take his cock out of her, and kept it in her even as it was softening just like the first time they made love, not ever expecting that he'd love her even more than he did when they said their vows. How the fuck did that keep happening.

Sweet, unselfish, adorable little woman laying beneath him panting, but even though she'd wanted to share herself with him roughly his kinky little woman loved pleasure, and he thought with feverish lust about her being, nasty, and naughty, with her masturbating fingers, so lusty for pleasure she rubbed herself and made them both come far, far to quickly. She couldn't wait. Sweet, lusty little thing.

And, while they panted, getting their breaths together, he couldn't help his happy, husky, surfer chuckle. Over and over again he laughed, but it wasn't because there was anything funny, he laughed because she made his heart feel so happy it was the only way he could express his pleasure. And then, he couldn't stop himself from kissing the crown of her head over, and over, and over again. 

God damn it he loved her so much!

And his laughter must have made her happy or at least amused because she giggled until she made her sweet little snort.

"Oh fuck, and I thought the night after you proposed and we first had sex was fun, oh I had no idea how fun fucking could be! Oh Leify, even though it was hard, it didn't hurt at all, and I feel....oh shit, I'm sorry baby," she added, and she started sobbing.

"Shhhh.....Shhhh..it's okay to feel lovely, I feel it too. Love you more now than I ever thought I could," he added, his tears dripping on her shoulder blades as he gently drew patterns in her mussed up hair.

He'd fucked her so hard, it almost all came undone now, her bun was lopsided, and it was so amusing, he stifled some laughter. He sure had fucked her good. But he'd wait until after she'd expressed herself to let her know that her hairstyle had been fucked to pieces and she may as well take her hair down.

"I never knew what it really felt like to feel pretty before just then. Damn to have a husband love you so much he wants to do you like an animal, I feel so beautiful and sexy. And that had been robbed of me. I'd been deprived of that feeling because of abuse, and you gave it all back to me, just like you've given me beautiful feelings of love. Oh Leify, let's get started on the honeymoon baby, I hope I didn't take you too far off the timetable," murmured Lynne.

"Oh sweetness, this honeymoon is for you to enjoy too. I had wanted to wait until we got there, but just like everything about our love, nothing is etched in stone. Now that it's happened, I'm glad it happened, here, it's fitting that my best, and forever conquest be in this room. I'm sorry if...well it didn't last that long, but I kept telling you to hush your sexy mouth, you just don't know how to keep quiet just over and over again and I..."

"I like that it didn't last all that long, it felt like we were really animals, and that was fun to me, fucking like horny beasts, never felt any shit like that before. And besides, I came first," said Lynne with a playful triumphant air.

"That's because you were so hot in your panty shaper you put your hands downtown before I even got a chance to start fucking you good, or rubbing your pretty little clitty myself," he added playfully.

"Well we have all honeymoon for you to teach me the right way baby," purred Lynne sweetly.

"Mmm...that I will. Maybe once or twice, I'll even let you teach me," yawned Leif.

"You sleepy baby? Maybe I should drive," said Lynne. 

"Oh please, your ass looks sleepy too, sleepier than mine! I told your naughty ass, once I did it, I'd want to be laid up like a rabbit with you all honeymoon. Fuck, I don't even want to roll out of the juices, shit feels so good, all over me and just raw. You were so raw baby, your muscles quivered, and it made these sucking noises. Your pussy I mean, and they were so erotic," grunted Leif.

Lynne blushed.

"I don't like those noises, they are embarrassing, my pussy never did that before," she added hiding behind her face with her hand.

"That's because you've never been fucked and enjoyed it before. Those noises are normal, and I hope they are even louder the next time, they sound sexy and that air escaping feels good on my cock, it feels like the best, gentlest tickle in the world, they feel like kisses," murmured Leif.

"I can give your cock more kisses," murmured Lynne.

He chuckled. Damn it he loved Lynne so much he didn't know if he'd ever be able to describe the feeling he had for her, he said he loved her, but damn, that didn't capture everything he felt! 

He rolled her over onto her back, so he could look into her eyes, the beautiful eyes of his freshly fucked little wife.

And he looked down between her thighs at the river of their juices. He was trying to memorize the sexiness of this sight forever, her thighs smeared with a mountain of white, pearly cum and her own sex juices, he thought he could nut again just looking at it. He couldn't wait to get on the honeymoon, they'd clean their juices away with their tongues on each other's bodies. He hadn't wanted to do it here, he was afraid if he started sucking her again, he'd want to fuck her again, and then, if he did that, he wouldn't want to leave his parent's home! 

He scooped up some of their shared nectar with his finger, and sucked, the taste of them mingled together so sweet and raw. And Lynne simply looked up at him with a love sick glance, swiping her own pussy with her index finger, the seat of their juices, sucking eagerly the juices, just as he'd taught her, the second time he'd rubbed her between her legs. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but it was actually only a short while ago, just six months, but how far they'd come in their love! She tangled her fingers in his dreadlocks and pulled him towards her roughly for a kiss, where they shared the fruit of their nectar while they both chuckled with sheer delight.

Then he gently touched her forehead with his own. 

"You look so beautiful princess. But this hairstyle is done. We've demolished it with the fucking. So you may as well comb these pretty curls down out of this little bun thingy. I'm gonna bring you a warm wash cloth, and a glass of cold water. I don't want you washing off our juices so soon, but I know you'll be embarrassed to say goodbye to our wedding guests smelling like sex. One day, you might have to walk around smelling like your husband fucked you as a punishment, but not today," he added playfully.

She got a mischievous grin at his playful threat. Damn. His freaky little soulmate.

He kissed her forehead. 

"Okay Leify, what about you, can I clean you off too," she murmured and yawned. 

"I'll clean my own juices this time, and when we get on our honeymoon, we can talk about other ways to clean my cock, and for me to clean your pussy. You'll love it, I promise sweet," he murmured gently kissing her sweet pouty lips.

"Oh Leify, I know I will baby, I love whatever you want to share," murmured Lynne.

"I know baby doll, that's why I love you so much, sweet. Look, give me your panty shaper too, it's sticky with juices, and I love to clean the panties you get all sticky and stained with your lovely juices from kissing and sexing with me," he murmured.

He unzipped the panty shaper from behind, and he groaned with pleasure feasting on her entire naked body for the first time in six days as she handed the sticky little panty shaper to him.

"Fuck. You are so damn sexy! Fuck! Cover up your juicy self right now, or we'll never make it out of here," he demanded.

She chuckled uproariously snorting her adorable nerdy laugh all the way, wrapping herself in his old space ship printed sheets and comforter while he angelically kissed her forehead.

He rinsed her panty shaper off in cool water, and packed it carefully amongst his things after wringing it out and placing it in a plastic bag.

He got Lynne some cold refrigerated water for her to sip on, as she was always thirsty after sex. He cherished knowing those things, to make her comfortable. That was the love you felt for a wife, but even more so after fucking her like an animal. Oh shit, he hadn't expected that the raw, carnal pleasure would fill his heart with even more love.

And, he'd expected that fucking her would satisfy the itch he felt to fuck her, and help him calm down and not think about sex so much. But it seemed to have the opposite effect. It made him want to unleash even more of the wild sensuality of the beautiful creature, things he'd never known before a few minutes ago, the way she wildly bucked her hips like she was doing a fertility dance when it got good, putting a rap video to shame, and the way she started shaking all over like a little leaf like she was having a seizure when it got really good to her. He never thought he'd find such twisted facial expressions and spastic movements so sexy, but he'd never had a woman act like that during fucking before, and he'd half expected her to start foaming at the mouth like a little demon, but that wild, uninhibitedness despite her shyness was what he glimpsed at her on stage, and it was sexy as hell to Leif!

Then the flood of sweet juices, and the way she teased his dick with squeezing pussy stunts to make his nut better, something he was sure she'd read in Cosmo, innocent little thing! Fuck, she was such a good little lover, and he was glad that he'd helped her release a part of herself she'd curtailed due to fear of painful sex.

He knocked gently on the door. He didn't know why he knocked on the door again. She was his now, and he could have just barged inside. She belonged to him, and he was so damn lucky she was his wife! Lynne came to his old bedroom door wrapped in his comforter.

"Damn it, I love you so much. Get dressed kitten, we're running out of time. Scoot," he added handing her the water and slapping her ass through his comforter.

"Yes sir," she said playfully kissing his forehead.

He handed Lynne the cold water and the washcloth to clean off their juices. Seemed like such a waste to him, but he knew her modesty about natural erotic smells around others. He wouldn't allow such modesty on their honeymoon as a horny young groom madly in love with his beautiful wife, he loved the smells, the sounds, flavors, and the juices, and they were part of the joys of fucking and lovemaking. But today was her princess day. 

"I'm going to get changed in the other room," said Leif.

He hugged her in his old bedroom blankets giving her a tight squeeze.

"Leave them on the bed so we can put them in the wash. I'll tell mom we spilled something on them," said Leif in her ear.

"Don't tell her. Damn! Then she'll know you fucked me in here and we couldn't even wait until the wedding. I'll put them in the wash to hide the evidence...and then....I'll see if Janelle will take them out of the wash, and put them in the dryer after we leave, you know she's staying in the basement, and she won't leave for another day or so," said Lynne.

"Okay, whatever you say Madame. You're always smarter than me about not getting caught anyway," said Leif with a roguish chuckle.

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Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 56



Hi faithful readers,

Thanks for your comments after the last installment. Your comments on my latest story about these two, and even some of the older parts of the story truly keep me motivated. Thanks for your kind words, and also your critiques which make me a better writer.

Sorry that it has taken me so long to write this installment, but real life has intervened, and I also caught the flu in the interim, so not a lot of time to write.

But I appreciate you all continuing to read an enjoy this story, and hope you enjoy another slice of Lynne and Leif's romance, as they journey to a much deserved honeymoon.

Look forward to more installments soon.



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Lynne shut the door and peeled out of the comforter. She felt so loved and beautiful because of Leif. But she also felt grown up, and sexy too! She knew she'd tempted him and teased him until she got her way and he fucked her senseless in his old bedroom, but it was part of her wedding day dream. Ever since he'd teased her in the laundry room that day about if she'd go off some place private with him, to fuck him after they'd said their vows, because he couldn't wait to be rough and hard with her anymore, she'd fantasized about him being overtaken with lust, and not being able to even make it until their honeymoon.

And, now that he hadn't been able to resist her, her wish was fulfilled and she felt beautiful, adored, desired, and even better, she felt no shame or secrecy. She was a married woman now, and fucking her hard and often was exactly what the two of them were supposed to be doing. A love that had God's blessing now, and him fucking her hadn't turned their love into anything sinister, or cruel, she didn't feel like the clock was about to strike midnight and steal her prince away. 

If anything, she felt lie Leif was even more princely, the way he handled her when he fucked her, with manly desires but even still, with tenderness. 

They were primal, and physical sure, but there was still love there.

Damn! He'd fucked her so good her knees felt like jelly, because she'd used them to keep supporting herself even as his thrusts were so greedy they kept threatening to knock her on the bed. But that was just because he was so damn tall and solid even though he was thin, and she was tiny and petite, but she enjoyed that weightless feeling. 

She still kept lining up for him to be able to drive that cock in her deep and hard and it felt so good! Her pussy ached with sweet aftershocks of pleasure, the sweet quivers felt like he was still inside her somewhat. Lynne dropped his space ship comforters down to the floor.

She was glad he'd done her in his old bedroom too. She was the last lover he'd ever have in this damn room, and the way he'd been gulping for air while he kissed the crown of her head, and that satisfied Cheshire grin that he wore, told her that she was his best, even though he'd already told Lynne many times before that she was his best lover. It left her reassured, but she still was feeling better now that he'd fucked her, because he'd deserved to fuck the woman he loved enough to give her his last name, far more than the silly notches on his belt he'd been marking before he met her! 

And she was the only woman he'd think of now, they'd marked even his old adolescent bedroom with a steamy memory they'd each never forget. Lynne walked toward her suitcase and started feeling his come leaking down her thighs.

So damn erotic and she knew if Leif was there, and he saw it, he'd lick the juices that started dribbling down her thighs.

Instead, she was in there alone getting dressed for their honeymoon, so she cocked her leg high in the air, positioned a napkin under her thigh, squatted and bore down until there was thick, pearly lump, just like her husband had taught her to deal with his come so it wouldn't be running everywhere and making her uncomfortable until her next shower or bath.

She didn't mind come leaking on her panties and sweats they were around the house, but she wanted to look beautiful for Leif and still keep a bit of wedding air, so she'd chosen a very short, lacy ruffled white skirt, a lacy little camisole top, and a white jean jacket in case her arms felt cold. She didn't want that come leaking out of her short skirt. 

She stood before Leif's dresser, to wipe her makeup off, reapply light lipstick, and comb down her hair, when she caught a glimpse of her hair in the mirror. It was tousled and falling down everywhere. 

Looked like a damn bird's nest, despite all the time the hairstylist spent pinning it up this morning. She snapped a picture of her hairstyle and sent it in a picture message to Leif.

She was surprised with his almost immediate response

"Told you we'd fucked up your hair! That's what happens to naughty wives who need their dresses unzipped,"

She could hear him chuckling through his brother's old bedroom wall, after he sent the text. 

She chuckled loudly too before taking down her hairpins and shaking out her hair, combing it lightly.

She looked down at her lips, which were smeared with kisses, her pink lipstick all over her face, her cheek; her lips were so full and pouty too. She looked like she'd been ravaged.

Damn, there was even a huge red hickey on the side of her neck where he'd bit her from behind like a puppy biting the scruff of his playmates neck. Lynne realized as her stomach filled up with sweet warm fuzzies, that she looked like she'd been fucked, fucked senseless by a man who adored her.

And she felt almost too weak and giddy to hide the evidence, her arm felt a little heavy as she was brushing her hair and rearranging her makeup. And she wanted to run into the room where Leif was getting himself ready for their road trip and climb in his arms for more of that sweet throbbing pleasure he filled her with when he bounced her in the air like a spinning top, and she felt enamored with Leif, and how wise he was.

He knew she'd feel this way. That she'd just want to lay up and get up to more nastiness and loving and fucking with him, and that's why he hadn't wanted to fuck until they arrived at their honeymoon destination. 

She took another washrag and washed the color and heat off of her face, as best she could, reapplying light lipstick, combing her hair down.

She sprayed some cologne on and rolled on some extra deodorant, being in that heavy wedding gown and squirming all over the sheets with Leif had left her smelling a bit ripe. That was exactly the smell that turned him on and she felt warm in her stomach that he loved her so much. She felt a sniffle of gratitude forming.

She adjusted the new beautiful pearl earrings he'd given her for their wedding. Lastly, she pulled out a pair of white canvass converse sneakers. They gave her lacy wedding like skirt and blouse a casual hipster air. She knew Leif loved heels from his new sweet request for her to keep the heels on as they fucked, but her feet were tired after wearing these shoes all day.

Later on that evening, when she changed into lingerie, she would promise to treat him to heels again, at least for a little bit.

***

He felt different than he imagined he'd feel after fucking her. He thought he'd feel some relief, and he did, but he also felt the same sweet itch he felt the first time he made love to her, to experience the delightful feeling again and again. It was fitting he married her, because unlike any other woman he'd been intimate with, with Lynne, he was filled up so full of love and lust for the lovely woman and didn't know the first thing he could do to keep the craving satisfied. He needed more, and more, and he was so glad he was her husband. He needed to be near her, loving her, kissing her, and fucking her at all times. He felt like a drug addict for sweet Lynney.

He pulled his dreadlocks down. He left the shells on the tips, because he figured Lynne liked the shells. He'd leave them in for a few more days at least. He'd spent a while putting them in because Lynne had wanted them for the spiritual ceremony. He felt a bit silly, but it was a small price to pay to make his little Lynney happy. Whatever she'd wanted for the wedding day, he was so glad he could give his baby a princess day, exactly what she wanted, including fucking her before the reception was over. Sweet little angel he'd give her everything her heart desired from now on. He felt warm when he thought about what a wild little thing she was.

She was tenderly learning to be uninhibited with him, just like she was on stage. Getting her little brains screwed out and reveling in it like a grown, nasty little wife. Damn her juicy pussy was so tight and she'd looked so filled, so stuffed with pleasure swallowing up his enormous cock. He had to stop his thoughts, or his cock threatened to swell up into an ache again.

He opened the bedroom door, and scanned the hallway, and he was instantly overcome with love when he saw Lynney with the sheets bundled up, putting them in the washing machine. 

So damn cute. In a white, short, flowing, lacy little skirt, a cute, ruffled little blouse and a denim jacket. Her butter pecan legs were bare and she was wearing the most adorable hipster looking converse tennis that he had ever seen. She looked like a cross between a bride at the end of her wedding day, changed to leave for her honeymoon, a cheerleader, and a little thrift store-shopper. She'd brushed her hair out and now it hung around her shoulders in glossy brown loose pin curls. 

She was bent over the washing machine, because apparently she'd dropped something in the corner and was trying to retrieve it. When she bent over, he caught a glimpse of the white, cotton crotch of her panties behind, dry for now, but not for long if he had anything to do with it on this honeymoon. He wanted that dry, clean, white crotch wet, sticky and soaking after they got where they were going. 

How could he hunger for her and he'd just busted a nut less than half an hour ago? He'd also need to warn her to be careful how she bent over in public in this cute little skirt. He loved getting a flash of her white panty crotch and he couldn't wait to fuck her later wearing this cute little skirt and denim jacket but he didn't want any other man accidentally catching a glimpse of the panties under her adorable ensemble.

Sweet Lynney, as usual oblivious to how sexy she could be. She had no idea, he was standing there leering at her juicy ass, thighs and pussy crotch from behind and would soon need a napkin for his lip to wipe off his drool.

"You okay Lynney," he called, coming up behind her gently and patting her little rear.

"You startled me," she cried standing up right abruptly and squeezing her chest right above her heart.

"I didn't mean to. You just looked so damn cute and tempting, in this short little thing. Flashing me your panties. You better not bend over in public in this little thing. Husband will spank you for showing off his goodies," he murmured huskily.

She belonged to him now and he gently traced her ass cheeks and pussy under her short little skirt. Lynne murmured with pleasure, then retorted-

"I'm only wearing it for you silly boy! And I know it's short. I won't bend over if I have anything to pick up in public. That's what you're for. But, in private, I thought you might like a show, for our honeymoon," she murmured huskily.

"Baby I love the show, and you thought just right! Mmm....I'm already so glad I married you," murmured Leif.

He leaned between the washing machine and the dryer and picked up the pillowcase, blowing off dust bunnies.

"That what you're looking for," he added patting her ass.

"Yeah, I should have waited for you, such long, strong arms," she murmured dreamily.

"I got this kitten," he added, filling the washer up with Laundry detergent, and setting it on the appropriate cycle.

"I'll get your bags too, tell me which ones you want," he added rubbing the small of her back.

She opened the door and pointed to them.

"Hmm...Lot of shit as usual. Hope it fits in the Prius. Oh well, I'll just carry the t-shirt and jeans on my back baby, I'm a man, what do I need with clothes anyway, especially on a honeymoon, I don't need clothes" he teased.

"Leif, you are being a drama king, please spare me, there is plenty of room for your shit," said Lynne rolling her eyes with playful disgust.

Leif chuckled.

"Go downstairs and say goodbye to everyone, while I pack the car. Scoot," he added swatting her cute little ass in that tiny lacy skirt, hard!

Damn he loved swatting her ass with playful authority and telling the sexy thing to scoot! She was so fucking precious to him.

She beamed at him and kissed his cheek.

"Yes baby. I love to be your good wifey. Sorry it's so much shit, but you still have room for one small suitcase," she added with playful breathiness in his ear.

He did chuckle at that and pinch her ass.

***

Lynne made her way down the stairs and opened the sliding glass window, going around to the side of the house. She figured she'd make her way slowly back out there to the reception, to get herself together and let some of the color leave her cheeks. After all, she'd been so hot for her groom, she'd lived out one of her biggest wedding day fantasies, Leif being so hot for her, he couldn't even finished the damn wedding without fucking her. But now that it was over, she felt a little blushing and shy.

She wondered if the guests would be able to look at her and tell she'd been up to naughtiness in Leif's old bedroom. Further, she wondered if anyone had heard her moans through the window despite the loudness of the music. Well, she'd need to get over it soon. She needed to say goodbye to the bridal party, at least Janelle, her granny and Leif's mother.

Breaking into her thoughts, she saw Janelle standing at the side of the house, between the sliding glass door and the rest of the party.

"Why aren't you with everyone else Janelle," asked Lynne noticing Janelle leaning on the house siding with a glass of wine.

"Shit, I was wondering what happened to you...I thought you two were supposed to be leaving for the honeymoon," said Janelle.

"Yeah, we are leaving. But we had to pack some shit up, and get dressed," lied Lynne.

Janelle guffawed with laugher.

"You are not fooling anyone girl. He fucked you didn't he? That horny fool couldn't even wait for the damn honeymoon," said Janelle with a loud, husky laugh.

"Shhhh," whispered Lynne holding her finger to her lips and looking around to see who might be listening.

"Okay...okay...so we got up to a little nookie upstairs, but you are sworn to secrecy," said Lynne looking around both their shoulders to make sure no on else might be approaching.

"Oh hell no, I can't keep it totally to myself. You gotta at least let me tell the bridal party girls. We had a betting pool going. Me and your girlfriend from high school betted that against the other two that you would not be leaving this wedding without getting it on. And it looks like I won one hundred dollars," said Janelle.

Lynne swatted Janelle on the arm, giggling.

"You all did what? Damn, I don't know if it's good or bad that Leif and I couldn't hold out!" said Lynne still giggling.

"Oh hell, I knew your horny ass wouldn't be able to hold out. I knew it at the spiritual union, the way you looked at him when you shut the limo door," said Janelle.

Lynne giggled more.

"So who initiated it?" asked Janelle with her arms folded.

"Janelle, what are you, Wendy Williams, that's a private matter," said Lynne chuckling and blushing.

"Oh we had fifty tied up in that as a bridal party. And I knew your hot ass would initiate it. It's cooped up church girl syndrome. Now that Leif has made an honest woman out of you, you are going to be wearing that fool out, despite how shy you are. Damn. Just made one hundred and fifty dollars, now I can get that new Michael Kors tote I want for work," said Janelle.

Lynne laughed more.

"So...now that you've read me about my sex life, and used it for your own damn financial gain, mind telling me why you aren't enjoying the reception, instead you are nursing a glass of wine, looking sad. It still sounds like the party is jumping, and if Leif wasn't busy enjoying me, I'd still be down here myself," said Lynne.

"Can you keep a secret?" asked Janelle.

"Can I keep a secret? You aren't vowing to keep my secrets. You about to tell the whole bridal party that Leif and I couldn't even keep our hands off of each other long enough to get on our honeymoon, and that I'm the initiator, selling me down the river for one-hundred and fifty dollars and a Michael Kors tote. Why the hell should I keep your secrets," teased Lynne.

"Seriously sis...if you want to know why I'm standing out here alone, you have to keep this a secret. Even from Leif," said Janelle.

Lynne did not believe in keeping secrets from her man, but she agreed to be sworn to secrecy.

"I kissed Matt, Lynne," said Janelle.

"OOooooooh. For real? When? Where?" asked Lynne both hands up to her lips with eager surprise.

Lynne never could see Matthew and Janelle together, but Matthew was kind enough for her, though rougher around the edges than Leif, and realistically might make a good match for Janelle.

"Right here. Right where we were standing. It actually started as a joke. Well first I was talking about how the bridal girls had the bet going about the two of you having sex before you even left. Matthew said that he was sure you two were probably not going to make it onto the honeymoon without getting it on, and it was a bet he'd like to take too. And then we were talking about how happy you two seemed. And, we talked about your little roast thing, how much fun we had doing it, and how we hoped you liked it. And he apologized for kissing me without permission. And then, I was kind of drunk, and so I leaned over and kissed him hard, this time with tongue, and said, now we are even," said Janelle.

"Awww. That is so sweet! So do you think he likes you? Will you go out?" asked Lynne.

"Oh hell, Lynne, Matthew and I will not be like you and Leif. But he did give me the address to the hotel he's staying at. He said I might be lonely over the next few days stuck in California without my girls, and you, so call him up to have a drink," said Janelle.

"So are you going to call him?" asked Lynne.

"You think I should," said Janelle.

"I think it's your life. But Matthew is sweet, even if he is a little rough around the edges. You could do a lot worse than him," said Lynne.

"I'll text you and let you know what I decide. You'll be so busy practicing to make babies with Leif, you won't give a care in hell about your phone or anything else," said Janelle.

The two of them shared laughter. 

"This I will care about! I think you should give him a shot. But for now, go on out back to the party. Maybe you two can get a dance in. And, don't look at me like that...even activist bloggers need love...maybe you can enlighten Matty Politically," said Lynne with a chuckle. 

"I don't even think I'm enough to enlighten Matty. Look. A little something for your journey," said Janelle, tucking a nickel sack into her palm.

"Good thing it's a driving destination you trying to get us detained in customs?" joked Lynne.

Janelle chuckled.

"It's for old time's sake girl. I couldn't be happier for you," said Janelle.

"Text me if you do Matthew," said Lynne.

"You know I will, but you'll be too busy getting your back blown out by Romeo Rasta," teased Janelle.

"Speaking of that...we had to put the sheets in the wash upstairs. You think you could umm...get them out, and put them in the dryer, they'll be totally clean," said Lynne.

"You nasty ass heifer. And just think you didn't even want to own up to the fact that you were so horny you let him do you before you all even pulled off for the honeymoon. How the hell were you going to hide it? Sure Lynne, I'll cover up your dirty little secret. You look so innocent. No one knows what a freak you are. But Leif...and your big sister...maybe everyone else will know now too with that bright ass red hickey you have on your neck, next to your bee-sting," teased Janelle.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 56



Lynne threw her head back and snorted, giggling. No use denying it. Especially not the way she carried on upstairs. She knew she was a big old freak. But only for Leif.

"Leif has brought the dirty girl out of me. Come on, I'll walk you back out there. I want to say goodbye to Granny and the girls and our Mom," said Lynne.

Her Granny actually met them halfway across the grass, squeezing and hugging Lynne.

"Don't you just look adorable. He already can't keep his hands off you, you might not even make it where you are going," said her granny pinching her cheek.

Lynne chuckled.

"Thanks for everything Granny. I'm so happy you were here. I wish we could be there for your return trip home," said Lynne.

"Oh, I'll be fine. Besides, Leif and I have already discussed it, and he will be bringing you back to see me as often as he can, before I get too old," said her granny.

"Yeah, and if it's not overwhelming, you should come visit us. New York City is very cool and there are a lot of things we could show you," said Lynne.

"We'll see baby. This trip was a lot for me, but I did have a good time. Look at your long pretty legs in this itty-bitty skirt; you get all your shape right from me. Be careful bending over you'll pull a Marylin Monroe," said her Grandmother.

Lynne blushed.

"Granny! You think it's too short? I just wanted to look sexy for Leif," said Lynne with a small chuckle.

"Hell no I don't think it's too short! I know the kind of dresses and skirts you wear nowadays. You are doing exactly what you should be doing. Tempt that handsome boy, tempt the hell out of him and get going on my pretty grandbabies. Seems like you already started," said her grandmother stifling a chuckle.

Shit! Not just Janelle, but everybody, even blind as granny knew they'd gotten up to fucking! Leif was right, they should have waited. 

"I don't know what you are talking about granny," said Lynne frowning.

"Well, your mom and I know just what the hell you two were up to. She pointed it out. She saw the curtains blowing in the breeze, well all of them, except the one in his old bedroom. She figured out that Leif had shut them. I never would have seen it. I'm blind as a bat. We had a good laugh. Then started our own betting pool. Boy, or Girl. You want in?" asked her Granny.

Lynne chuckled.

"You two are a mess! A mess. I can't believe how cool she is. I couldn't even say the word boy around my parents without them freaking out," said Lynne.

"Yeah well you have a different life now Lynne. You really are one of the sweetest people I ever met, and that's not just because you are my grandbaby. If anyone deserves that handsome Leif, it's you. Now go on, and make me some grandbabies," teased her grandmother.

She slapped Lynne's back and Lynne chuckled.

Lynne and Janelle took some photos in front of Lynne and Leif's new car. 

Then Leif packed the car.

Lyle, and Martha gathered around the car to wish them goodbye.

He cuffed his brother in the back of the head playfully, and hugged Lynne respectfully.

"Martha...I...I got something to say to you. Watching my little brother do this...get married...hell when he left here to move to the big apple, he was barely washing his underwear. And now, look at him, a responsible married man, with a wonderful woman on his arm. And I know that...if anyone is meant for me, it's you Martha. I didn't want to do this in front of everyone, I didn't want it to be a big scene, or steal from my brother's wedding, but, his commitment to his girl, I don't know, it just....I wanted him to see that because he lets me know I want that. I've been knowing you for ten years Martha, and I'm not going anywhere. I want you to marry me, and be a family with me. Hell I don't have a ring yet but-"

"We can get one!" said Martha.

Lynne chuckled.

"Yes, yes, yes, I accept!" said Martha.

"You fucker, you're just doing it on my wedding day so you'll never forget when you asked her to marry you," said Leif giving his shorter brother a noogie.

Everyone chuckled.

Leif's mother and father had gathered around the car and swallowed Lyle, Martha, Leif and Lynne in another hug.

"Looks like I have another wedding to plan. Give me a few months, I'm still exhausted from this one that is still going on!" said his mother.

"Well we need to talk about time frames, but we figure at least a year," said Lyle, as Martha nodded.

One more hug from everyone all around, and Leif opened the door to escort Lynne in the Prius.

"You all are holding up my shit, It's time for me to show Ms. Peterson what being my wife is really all about," said Leif playfully sticking his chest out like a peacock and slapping her ass.

Lynne rolled her eyes playfully.

"Quit showing off handsome!" said Lynne.

"Every time you roll your eyes, a kiss gets subtracted," said Leif playfully tickling at her underarms while she squealed with laughter.

"Thanks for everything everybody!" said Lynne through the window.

"Yeah, best day ever. Well don't go staring at us, enjoy the party, don't let everything go to waste," said Leif, his arm around the back of Lynne's seat, backing out of the yard, with the words Just Married, and the Crepe Paper bells and balloons blowing through the breeze on the back of the red Prius. 

***

It was the most beautiful day Leif had ever participated in, but now that the wedding and reception was over, Leif was glad to get away, and be alone again with Lynne. He missed that.

Once he was safely out of his parents driveway, and on a back road, he put his nose in her long glossy curls, and inhaled, the smell so good he almost purred, vanilla, almonds, and his Lynney.

Lynne giggled.

"Careful now, or we'll be spending our honeymoon on a back road," purred Lynne.

"Hmm...I gotta say that I love being your husband, wondering if we'll even make it there without me banging your little guts out again, especially seeing as you liked it so much," he added with a husky chuckle into the crown of her hair.

Leif yawned.

"Maybe I'll be banging out yours, you're the one yawning, like you are sleepy already," said Lynne playfully.

"That's because someone's a cute, nasty little thing who cannot help herself. So technically the honeymoon has already started," 

"I thought you liked me cute and nasty," said Lynne playfully.

"I love it. I love everything about you Lynney, from the moment I first lay eyes on you, until today when I became your husband," he said huskily, and he kissed her hand.

He didn't want his baby thinking for a second that he didn't enjoy her burgeoning sexuality due to his playful teasing.

"I love everything about you too Leify. Road trips. Driving to a vacation destination. Shit, I used to hate that! But I'm actually kind of looking forward to it," she added as he pulled onto the freeway.

"This road trip will be lots of fun darlin'. I promise you. I love a good old road trip, and it'll be tons of fun. Why don't you like road trips? And don't break my heart Lynney. Your childhood was bad. And too harsh. I just hope this honeymoon...well, you'll see...I hope it makes up for some of the harshness of before, and you can see just how much you are the apple of my eye. My prize, and the pride and joy of my heart. Everything planned with love and care to make my baby feel special. Starting with this road trip to the honeymoon. Why did you hate them before," he added sweetly kissing her hand.

His voice was husky. He wanted her to leave this honeymoon certain of how special she was to him, and with a lot of great memories to replace some rather cruddy ones. And he definitely wanted to know why she didn't like road trips before, even though it might be painful for him to hear. He hated to think of her being deprived, but the doting husband in him wanted to know, because he wanted to make sure she enjoyed this road trip.

"Oh I don't know Leif, you know how little kids are. Squirmy, impatient. Needing to go to the bathroom every few hours, wanting to see different things. Stretch my legs, that type of shit. The same type of stuff that's going to drive us crazy with our own babies," said Lynne with a chuckle.

"Oh you mean, being a kid. Hell Lynne, those buggers drive you crazy sometimes but we'll learn to be patient. Sounds like your folks expected you to behave like a little adult, just with everything, church, and school, and even road trips. Well no wonder you love so much being able to play and be silly as a grown woman. We'll have lots of time for us to play and be silly. And, we can stop for you to use the bathroom if you have need, or want to take a picture. I'm not running any type of military operation. We'll have regular stops for pee breaks, get gas, and if you see a few photos you'd like to take along the way, feel free, just tell me," said Leif.

"I think I'm gonna finally love road trips now, and that's amazing for me. But it's cuz I'm with you. I hated them, even when I got older, the road trips with Martin and organizing the church youth group was pure hell," said Lynne.

Leif pulled over at the gas station, filled the car up, and got her a packet of bubble yum, and two small bottles of iced tea for them to sip during the drive. 

"Well hell is over baby. Lot's of fun now. Look , this Prius has got a hookup for you to play your iPhone. Bluetooth. Why don't you connect it," said Leif.

"What do you want to hear?" said Lynne.

"Anything you want to listen to babe. Surprise me," murmured Leif with a grin.

Lynne put on AC/DC.

"It's great driving music," said Lynne.

Perfect choice, and it was little wonder she'd stolen his heart! She listened to everything, but there was nothing like some classic hard rock, or metal to drive to! Most chicks didn't know diddly squat about metal, especially a woman as hot as his young wife! She had fun taste in music to have been raised in such a prim and dreary household. 

They played air guitar and air drum. Every time there was a good solo, Leif playfully made a motion to swipe Lynne's air guitar filling her with fits of giggles. She chuckled from deep in her belly and made her little snort.

Her eyes were twinkly. She looked happy, relaxed, and carefree. That was just what he wanted for her with this honeymoon. A chance for her to play, relax, be cared for, and not have to be so uptight and grown up all the time. He wanted to give Lynne back the missing pieces of her childhood, and even more than that, make a happy and secure future for her, and their babies to come.

They came to a beautiful mountain view, overlooking several smaller cliffs. He still wasn't telling Lynne where he was taking her, but he thought that it would be a good place to stop and get pictures. They'd been driving about two hours. 

Leif pulled the Prius over to the overlook where drivers could take pictures. 

"Go on and snap a few photos," said Leif.

Lynne beamed at him.

She looked like she was really enjoying the road trip. He knew Lynne would love to take pictures of the pretty flowers and meadows. She was already snapping photos of the meadows and flowers they could see over the cliff while he drove along, so as soon as he pulled over the car, and she'd gotten out of the passenger's side. 

Leif had his phone out too, but it was to take pictures of his gorgeous young wife, and her fascination with the view. She looked scrumptious in her white ruffled miniskirt, and cute little denim top.

When she was finished photographing, she scurried over to him to show the photos she'd taken. She'd gotten good close ups of the flowers, and he patiently admired each one as she explained what the different plants were.

She was nerdy as hell, but he was in awe that she knew what each kind was without looking it up, because this was unfamiliar terrain, just like his mother's garden had been when he first introduced her to it. 

What a green thumb she had! Gardening with granny, the main pleasure she was allowed outdoors had really honed her appreciation for nature. 

He looked at her dotingly squeezed her ass and kissed her forehead.

"Husband needs to get you a big yard so you can grow pretty flowers out back, not just in a potted vase on an apartment rooftop, just like my mother, and your granny. I want to give you everything baby," he added, leading her back to the car, and nuzzling her nose. 

"Hell Leif, I don't care if I'm planting my flowers in the closet, with a heat lamp, as long as you are there. You being there, is everything I need," said Lynne.

"I know some shit we can grow in the closet with a heat lamp," cracked Leif.

"Well we don't need to bother during this honeymoon, Janelle already scored us a dime bag," said Lynne with a giggle.

Leif chuckled as well. 

"Damn, that's amazing! I was wondering where I'd score us a little herbal refreshment because I don't know the area. My best man didn't think of that shit, but he should have. Glad Janelle has us covered. Now I just need to find us a little brew. We'll unwind, loosen up a bit after the long drive, fuck some more, then we can go out and see the sites if you want," he murmured huskily, his fingers in her hair.

"I don't think you should demote Matthew, there was a lot going on with him being the best man. Janelle gave me the grass for old time's sake. I used to always go around and smoke joints with her in college. I guess it made things a hell of a lot less boring than I knew growing up. I've been sworn to secrecy but you are my husband and there's no secrets from you, but don't tell it. They kissed!" said Lynne.

"Who kissed?" said Leif.

"Matty and Janelle," said Lynne.

"Damn, it's catching. I love it. My brother proposed to his girlfriend, and I'll be damned if Matty and Janelle don't hook up. They've got a weird thing going on, they can barely stand each other, but there's passion there. It might not be so bad for him. You settled me Lynney in the best way possible. Still a tiger in me, only you can unleash now, but you make me wanna be a better man. It'll maybe help him not be so all over the place. Hell if Janelle can shut her face and stop being so bossy and mean,' said Leif.

"Well, she's a had a tough life in her own way. Her father walked out on them when she was little. Not all women react like me when they've had tough lives. I kinda regressed I guess a bit and got a little child like, and have this...umm...shy little shell, and she's gotten to be bossy and braggadocios. But she's not as bold as she seems. You know Leify, our wedding was beautiful. I'm glad everyone had a good time, and I think it's a testimony to our love that there is so much love in the air between all these couples now," said Lynne with a warm grin.

She was cute as hell! And he agreed, their love had sparked love so strong among others it was catching. 

"Yeah sweetness. I'm glad too. Well, let's get going. Why don't you drive now Lynney. you haven't driven our new car at all yet. Besides, there's some breath taking mountaintop views, and views of the side of the mountain just ahead. You aren't scared of heights are you?" asked Leif lovingly.

"No, not at all, I love the view from up high," said Lynne.

"Good, good, because the vantage point up there is high and I don't want you doing it if you feel nervous, it would be better for me to drive, but if you're not scared those views are incredible according to the driving guide I have," said Leif.

"I don't feel nervous. It sounds fun! Do you think a Prius can handle those hills?" asked Lynne.

"Yeah, it'll be a stretch, but I'm sure it can baby," said Leif.

He grabbed her ass, and gently led her inside the driver's seat and he took the passenger's seat.

"Where to?" asked Lynne.

"Not telling you yet. Still a surprise," said Leif

"After a while you're going to need to tell me, because all the signs will be for that place," said Lynne.

"Not going to let you spoil the surprise, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it," said Leif playfully squeezing her knee.

"Come on Leify, please!" cried Lynne.

"Oh alright. You will see really shortly where we are going, so I may as well tell you, I got us a nice, beautiful cottage right on the coast of the Pacific Ocean. I wanted to take you somewhere special, like an island, but couldn't afford it really, but a friend of my father's, a business associate has this lovely cottage that he and his wife basically use like a playground when they come to the west coast for business. They live on the East Coast, and they are loaded, so they rarely use it, they vacation all over the world. I wanted to take you some place nice, and some place...well, you'll see when we get there it's part of the surprise, but the bottom line is, there are a lot of treats, and surprises, and I think you'll enjoy yourself. When we get more money, I'll take you somewhere like Hawaii. I know your computer desktop has that pretty mountain and beach scene from Kauai on there," said Leif lovingly.

"Leify! A cottage! That's so romantic! Hell I wouldn't care if the cottage was right next door to our apartment, just being able to go somewhere romantic and alone with you? And you said it has views of the Pacific Ocean! Oh my god, I can't wait, I love beautiful views! I'm so excited," said Lynne and she was squealing so loud, he nearly wanted to plug up his ears.

He let out a proud chuckle. He'd done well. He was hoping the honeymoon would elicit her loud, squealing excitement.

"I can tell you're excited," he said playfully covering his ears with exasperation.

"Quit being a grouch! I'm so glad you finally told me, the suspense was killing me," said Lynne dramatically.

Leif laughed.

"You still don't know the half of your surprise young lady, wait'll we get there. This whole honeymoon is full of treats and surprises for my baby to give you the kind of idea about what your husband wants the rest of your life to be like. No more hurt and pain. You're going to learn two new words as Leif Peterson's wife. Pleasure, and joy," he added lovingly kissing her forehead. 

***

Lynne used to hate to drive when a male was sitting beside her. She was used to them being side seat drivers. Lynne was a fast driver, but she also was not too aggressive, that was part of her personality. Whenever she drove with Leif though, she felt comfortable. Natural to be herself, just the way she felt in life. Even though the way she drove might not have been his style, he didn't criticize her. She was free to blossom, unlike her former life. 

She remembered getting yelled at, and agitated sighs from her father and her ex if she let someone cut her off, or, if she got annoyed with someone who did cut her off and she started tailgating them. There was none of that nonsense with Leif. His patience with her driving style was a metaphor to his patience with her in their married life.

He made her feel even more confident behind the wheel. On the freeway, there were some people who tried to cut her off, but she didn't let them. Funny how she'd been criticized for not being more aggressive and that had actually made her more timid, but Leif didn't say anything about her driving at all, he was content to talk, there was no rush, but that made her even bolder, and less patient with letting people cut her off. Perhaps that was also the new hunger and urgency of their sexual expression, which was emboldening her. 

She loved being fucked by him, and wanted to do some fucking of him too! If he could fuck her, and dominate her, she knew there were times when she could do the same to him, tie him up, tease him until he was begging for her pussy and ride it rough. Lynne got a naughty glimmer in her eye, and he was talking to her but she wasn't listening at all to what her new husband was saying, just thinking about what it would be like when he got his fill of being the dominate and aggressive one doing the fucking, so that she could be dominate in her own feminine way, and fuck him senseless.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 56



His love was emboldening her. Empowering her as a woman! And Janelle was completely wrong, being hugged up in a romantic relationship with a man, even a dominate male like Leif did not mean that she lost any of the right to be a liberal female, in the case with her soulful hippie husband, it had made her more brave and sassy. 

"You know what Lynney, you're a pretty good driver baby girl," he added dotingly kissing the crown of her forehead.

Lynne always thought she drove pretty well but it was the first time a man had said anything positive about her driving capabilities.

"Thank you. Thanks Leify. You....you don't make me nervous and do that side seat shit," said Lynne.

Leif chuckled.

"Looks like it might rain. Damn it...I hope not. I want you to see the view of this place, when it is sunny, not when it's threatening to pound down rain all around. But oh well, the better for hot sweaty sex. I can show you the view tomorrow, after it quits raining, and our bodies calm down some,' he murmured huskily.

Lynne's nipples had hardened, partially because of the crisp air in the new air-conditioned Prius, and the lowering of the temperature outside now that the rain was about to fall, and partially from arousal, her imagining giving Leif a good fucking like he'd gave her in that panty shaper.

She saw his blue eyes and blonde eyelashes hooded, and staring at her nipples.

And he looked like a little boy who wanted to touch a treat in the cookie jar.

And no sooner than she thought that that he'd reached over and gently caressed her breast which was naked under her white tank shirt.

Lynne let out a low groan.

"Couldn't help it. I can't help it when I see the things without a bra. The juicy little nips are like magnets for my fingertips. Thought I'd die when I was just getting to know you, before I could squeeze your tits. Damn Lynney," he groaned huskily.

Lynne felt herself start to lubricate a little.

His arm was around her shoulder, and she removed it from her breasts and started sucking his finger and between sucks she murmured.

"Cut it out, or we won't get there, I'll be in your lap, begging you to fuck me like your big girl! You opened up a brand new part of my soul back there in your old bedroom, and I can't wait to experience that again, that weightless feeling while you pounded me into the bed. Damn it that shit was so lovely," she grunted huskily.

"I can make it a reality again baby, as soon as we get on the other side of the mountain," said Leif.

As soon as he said it, the white cloudiness of the sky dissolved into sheer gray, and what had been falling as a few drops of rain became sheets of water, cascading down so thick on the windshield, she couldn't even see ahead of her.

"Shit! Shit Leify!" cried Lynne.

The water came down in such a torrent she could not see. Her hands were shaking, and she had to stop them from jittering so she didn't swerve the car all over the place. 

"It's okay Lynney. Just keep calm, slow down a little bit, and we'll see as best we can. I can't see too well either," said Leif.

She heard hesitation in his voice. Leif was strong, and manly but he was worried about their safety. She knew they were at the apex of the mountain, and any sudden movements could send them careening over the edge of the mountain, to an accident, or possible fatality. 

Lynne was panicked, and she started to cry silent tears, wiping them away with the back of her hand. Probably due to her life before Leif, she was waiting for him to freak out and start yelling at her.

Yet, he remained miraculously cool and calm.

He threw his arm around her shoulder.

"I want you to drive! I want to pull over," said Lynne.

"You can't pull over. There's nowhere for us to pull over. We've gotta get over to the other side of the mountain where the beach cottage is, and you're going to be the woman to do it for us. I know you can help us get to our honeymoon destination, sweet," he added.

His relaxed calm gave her self-confidence. 

She slowed down took deep calming breaths, and followed the yellow line in the road, the only thing she could see, with such rain pouring down.

"Good girl. You're doing such a good job. You're almost down the mountain. And slow and steady as she goes, I couldn't have even done such a good job," he added dotingly.

She could feel that he was looking at her, calming her, reassuring her, getting them through it, rather than looking at the road. Even though they were in danger due to the pouring rain, he trusted her. He trusted her to make it safely and he felt like she'd benefit more from calm, loving reassurance, as he glanced at her with tenderness, rather than him watching the road like a hawk. His doting care, and watching out for her wasn't lost on Lynne.

Lynne didn't look at him, she wouldn't dare take her eyes off the road, but she felt him looking at her tenderly, she could just feel his warmth in his glance even though she didn't look in his direction.

He squeezed her shoulder.

"You're doing just fine now. I can feel we're getting closer to the cottage," he added sweetly.

As quickly as the summer storm started, the rain slowed down to a trickle, just in time. They reached the curve on the other side of the mountain.

"We made it Leify! Damn it I was so nervous! Shit!" she shouted, pulling into a rest station on the other side of the mountain.

"You might have been nervous, but you did the best job getting us through it. You were scared, but you got us through, and probably did better than I would have. I would have been tempted to go faster, to get through the storm, even though I couldn't see," said Leif with a proud chuckle.

"I just did the best I could. Damn. You were so patient. I just kept thinking you would...waiting for you to...you know....I know you love me, but I kept waiting for you to get impatient and blow up at me. It's what all guys I have known before you do in such tense situations. You are an angel sent from up above. So in control of your emotions, a sweet, gentle hippie. But you still had the strength I needed, to believe in myself and calm down and just get us the hell on the other side of the mountain. Let's switch seats before it starts to pour again," said Lynne.

"Of course I was patient with you! I wouldn't want anyone yelling at me if I was nervous. And, that was a scary storm back there, I could hardly see, so I can just imagine how you must have felt driving for your first time up a big mountain and in a big storm. You're a trooper, and I'm very proud of you. There's not ever going to be a time when your man can't find patience with you, but you did a really good job today, and I'm proud of you. But you are right...we should switch seats before it starts pouring," said Leif. 

Lynne got in the passengers seat while Leif took the driver's seat. The drizzle had started to pick up again, dampening her hair, making it wave a bit, along with her tank shirt and her thighs, from running out in the rain and switching seats. 

When Leif switched into the driver's seat, his baggy t-shirt had gotten wet along with his surf shorts. He peeled off the t-shirt, and there he was, shirtless tan body, blonde wet chest hairs, reminding her of perspiration, beckoning her.

"You're so damn cute, dripping wet a little bit. Should have stayed out there a little longer, let me see even more of your nipples printed through the wet white t-shirt," he murmured, kissing her damp forehead. 

"You're so nasty, I wasn't even trying for another wet t-shirt contest, I already did that for you, just trying to switch seats before the rain started pouring," said Lynne.

Leif chuckled.

"I'm not nasty, it's called being a newlywed husband. When a white t-shirt gets wet, and you wear nothing underneath, that's what happens. Damn it, I can't help but stare at them, they are so beautiful to me. I'm not getting used to it, or any of you, the way I thought I would when we first met, they still delight me, your breasts, I mean," he murmured sweetly. 

The rain started to pick up a steady pace again.

She looked at him, swallowing. She wanted to reward his kindness and adoration of her. It had turned pointedly sexual, but she knew the way Leif's mind operated. He was horny because he doted on her, he was proud of her for getting down the mountain safely and she'd done better than he expected, likewise, her arousal was heightened because he was kind. 

"You're kind Leify. Kind...patient...good..." she panted softly.

"I always have patience for my little wifey. I am kind and good, but I feel a little impatient for this rain to stop so I can fuck your sweet body again," he grunted huskily.

"Why don't I give you a little treat to tide you over," panted Lynne, her breath moist in his ear, sucking and biting its curve.

Then she started licking and kissing his chest and chasing the raindrops as they beaded down toward his torso, thin line of gorgeous blonde hair beckoning her kisses down towards his belly button.

"Oh baby, now, now Lynney. I want one more come deep in your belly before I go in your precious lips again. And now, if you make me come again before we get to the cottage, and if you make me bust my nut and it's not in your pussy, you're going to get a serious spanking," he said, his eyes glimmering with playful lust and authority.

Lynne simply kissed around his pant button and looked at him devilishly before stopping to unhook it with her teeth. 

Then she panted huskily-

"You are going to get your come deep in my belly, after you nut in my mouth and I swallow all your gifts,"

"Hmm....forgot what a little naughty sweetheart you are. How much you like pleasing your man with those kisses down lower. I'm lucky aren't I? And you probably want a spanking and then for your man to kiss the boo, boo's, huh, is that it? Is that why you're being your man's nasty little angel, even though I told you not to tease me?" he asked dotingly, running his fingers through her hair.

Lynne buried her head in his lap. When he was sweet to her like that, and talked to her using sweet nothings, and doting on her, all it made her want to do was to please her gorgeous man! Made her want to suck him as hard and deep as she could, deep throat him at the rest stop, in the Prius, in the rain. Nothing they shared was dirty, each new sexual intimacy was a higher expression of their emotional love, and now that she was his wife, she gave herself to him without reserve. She bet that no one had ever done this for her sexy man, doing him orally in the car, and deep throating him like a porn star nonetheless, she prayed not, because she simply wanted to give him more pleasure than he'd ever experienced. The need to fulfill his wildest sexual dreams and leave him panting with sweet ecstasy while he clung to her with love and joy consumed her! 

He was damn sexy, his lip all curled up with pleasure, and his cock springing alive hard, and huge! As soon as she unbuttoned his surfer shorts, his bulge sprang alive and poked through the fly hole.

"My little tease. Don't make me come, or I'll have to punish you. Next time I come I want your lovely legs high in the air, and my dick in your stomach, you understand your husband right? Gonna be a good girl, and a sweet wifey, no more coming until we get to the cottage," he murmured, caressing her cheeks dotingly.

She nodded her head obediently. It was playful obedience, but just the same, his loving approval made tears spring to her eyes. She loved the chance to get the opportunity to please her husband, it made up for such a painful childhood where she could never please anyone around her. And it was like he understood that whenever he doted on her, it was filling in voids and parts that had hurt before. 

"I just want to please you some baby, please let me," she murmured, her head in his lap, looking up at him adoringly.

"Of course you can please me some. I love how much you love to please me, just like I like pleasing you, but darling, I'm warning you, don't make me bust, or you're in trouble. I want to come deep in you while I slam in your guts hard like I did back in my old room," he added panting with anticipation.

Just the fact that he was already panting in anticipation and dreaming of fucking her made Lynne squirm as she lay her head obediently in his lap, poised to suck him off, completely and utterly devoted to her new husband and wanting to give him nothing but pleasure, at this point she didn't need any physical pleasure for her own eager body, the pleasure was watching his blonde eyelashes flutter with delight as he peered down into her own eyes with his beautiful blue ones.

"Mmm, sweet little wifey, you make my dick feel so good!" he grunted, as she gave his cock head a teasing swipe like it was a peace of candy.

***

His Lynney latched onto his cock like it was one of those sour apple lollipops that she loved.

"Mmm...sweetie," he groaned huskily, his fingers running lovingly through her damp hair.

The pleasure engulfed his cock, her mouth so steamy, hot and moist. He couldn't see her eyes anymore, she was in his lap sideways, but the eager way she attended to his pleasure told him how much she loved him, so his husky grunt-

"I love you too baby," made perfect sense, even though she couldn't talk with his cock in her mouth and had not uttered a word about loving him. 

When he murmured his love, she went even further to town, engulfing his cock into part of her angelic throat. 

"Yeah baby...oh shit darlin'...suck it good Lynney, your husband loves you so much," he grunted.

He was embarrassed at how she had him squirming in the seat, but her suction was so marvelous the ridge of her soft pallet and the concave of her delicate throat felt so delicious on the head of his cock. Sweet, beautiful creature she was trying with all her tender might to please him, he never had a woman take so much of his cock into her mouth, and down her throat, and Leif knew that she was working hard both to please him, and probably not to gag, and while he was overcome with pleasure, he was also touched emotionally by the way that her love had moved her to work so hard to please him, even learning to overcome a gag reflex.

This love was some powerful shit indeed! He didn't think he had any reservations he had yet to overcome to please his woman, but if there were any barriers there, he knew he'd need to remove them after her brazen, tender display of love, deep throating his cock! Innocent Lynney, learning to be filthy with her man, because she loved him! He never thought he'd have the dirtiest, most fun sex after he'd fallen in love, and gotten married but this shit was beautiful to him! 

He squeezed his ass together tightly and jerked his hips to try to keep from spilling his seed, literally straining so he didn't ejaculate. He also squeezed his eyes shut, willing that, even though she was treating him to the basest, filthiest blow job he'd ever experienced, that his eyes not betray him like they did when he was deep in her guts, and leak out water.

She was so sweet and wanting to pleasure him, and he wanted to look into her big brown eyes right now and show her love. He'd fuck her hard later, and satisfy his stallion like urge to ejaculate while thrusting in her pussy roughly, there was no need to thrust his cock in the soft palate of her throat now, even though he wanted to fuck her mouth so badly! He'd never done that with a woman before, but he didn't want to gag his wife, he'd build up to thursting in her mouth in time, as she got used to deep throating cock. Honestly he'd never been given oral so deeply but it felt marvelous! 

"Stop...stop baby, I'm gonna come," he murmured, his hand gently caressing the nape of her neck. Even though the urge to nut was imminent, there was no need to be rough or scare her. Lynne needed to be treated with tenderness and love even when the steamy passion threatened to teeter out of control. 

She moved her head quickly and looked up at him obediently, eyes filled with love. Now his heart ached with love right along with his cock.

"I'm glad you told me. I know I was being playful but I didn't want you to go too soon if you didn't want to. I just wanted to please you Leify. Wanted to get it deeper than I ever could to show you how much I love you and want to please you all honeymoon long," said Lynne, and she beamed at him.

He tenderly kissed her forehead again and again, so many times he lost count, and she grinned at him.

"You did show your man how much you loved him. Very, very much, I can tell by how you sucked my cock! My sweet new wifey. Come....come sit in my lap while we wait for the rain to slow down," he murmured huskily.

He reached for her, and she climbed in his lap over the gearshift. She climbed towards him so eagerly he felt his throat get tight, and she squeezed him hard. She was still probably latching onto him because she had been thrilled to be treated tenderly rather than yelled at when she'd been scared going down the mountain. 

Wait'll she saw the treats for her in the cottage near the ocean. They were a family now, and he'd always protect her, no need for her to feel fearful anymore, he had her best interests at heart, and wanted to protect his new wife so she could grow and flourish, not batter her feelings. But if this love he felt for her made her cleave to him sexually, so be it, it resulted in mind-boggling pleasure for him as a young groom! He was a lucky bastard, simply doing what any good man should do, and she lapped it up and loved him like a porn star! He was never letting his little wifey go! 

He buried his head in her soft curly hair and that sweet vanilla and almonds scent.

"Oh damn it, I love you so much sweet thing! You just love your husband and you'd do anything to please me, anything at all wouldn't you? How the hell did I get so lucky?" he murmured huskily, his eyes filled with water.

He squeezed her and just started rocking her close back and forth, back and forth. She wanted to please him sexually because her heart loved him so much, and it was this beautiful yin and yang give and take that he never could have imagined when he first lay eyes on her, but just like he'd promised her in those sweet wedding vows, it not only made his cock ache with pleasure, but also his heart. 

His dick throbbed but he willed it to go down. He wanted to be inside her again, one body, and not only be pleasured by her sweet body, but eagerly please her.

"I won't ever let anything hurt you. Always protect you from any storm that comes," he added sweetly kissing her forehead. The rain pounding around outside and the shelter in their little car was a metaphor for their love.

"I know you won't hurt me. You've proven it to me. Damn I love to pleasure you. I practiced so I would be able to suck it hard and deep. I'm so glad it satisfied you. I prayed it would," murmured Lynne sweetly.

"You practiced sucking something deeply so you wouldn't gag sweetie," said Leif tenderly looking into her eyes.

The look she gave him back made him feel astounded at the depth of her love for him, and vow to always treat her with care, and tenderness. It was an incredulous look, which was almost sassy, as if to say, why shouldn't she have practiced so she could please her man!

He'd seen the fun and games at the bridal shower with her sucking the cucumber, but he had no idea she'd really been practicing deep throating in secret. What a little angel! Her raunchiness made him love her more.

Fuck! How the hell did he get so lucky to find her all those months ago in the bar! 

"Of course, how else would I deep throat a big old dick like you have! I've come a long way, from sucking your cock for the first time ever, to being able to do it deep like that. But it wasn't really that hard, you just need to relax your throat muscles, that was why it helped to practice with a carrot. Then doing it with your dick was a piece of cake, because it feels a lot nicer in my mouth than a cold hard carrot. It feels good actually. The scent of your shaft and the heat of it your cock and the flavor of your skin down there. Mmm...I better stop before I get going again, I get horny just sucking your cock Leify! I got a big kick out of thinking I could have that part of you deeper in my mouth than you'd ever felt before. I want to be the only woman you ever want, need, or think about," she murmured feverishly.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 56



"Oh little mama, you are the only woman I ever think about, even if you didn't have jaws like a little Hoover vacuum. You are an amazing little lover, you know that," he added dotingly tickling her chin dimple with loving fingers.

Lynne giggled with joy.

"I'm glad that I was able to put my practicing to good use," she murmured sweetly. 

"Hell yeah. I'm gonna practice for you now. Gonna hold my breath while I suck a peach," he added playfully.

Lynne giggled hysterically, at their shared tender humor.

"What, I am! I want to be just as good an oral lover as you are princess," said Leif playfully.

"Well you are, and you have great stamina, and you can keep going with your tongue for hours, no need to hold your breath," she added overcome with more laughter. 

And then she very sweetly cradled into his neck, her eyes closed, resting with peaceful, trusting security as she waited for the storm to pass so they could continue driving.

He smelled the sweet almond scent of her hair, and it was such a marvelous feeling, the love and trust between them. He almost didn't know how they'd make it to the cottage. He felt that itch to fuck her again, hard and nasty and her eager deep-throated worship of his cock hadn't helped matters.

The rain finally abated.

"Let's go the last leg up the mountain to the cottage, otherwise, I might fuck you right in this car, and we'll probably turn this little Prius over on its side" joked Leif.

"Awesome, I can't wait, until we get there, I've got so many more lessons I want to learn from you about being dirty, and fucking," said Lynne.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 57



***

Leif drove up the last leg of the mountain to the cottage, and finally Lynne learned where he was taking her, up into Northern California, to a big, beautiful cottage nestled in the mountains that romantically overlooked the Pacific Ocean.

He would have had fun with Lynne anywhere he was taking her, even if the honeymoon had been thirty minutes away from their home in a tent, but he really looked forward to taking her to this Beach Cottage. When he thought about all the ways to enjoy a honeymoon with his little Lynne, it seemed the most appropriate to start their journey into married life together in a beautiful home. Home life had been lacking for her before, with parental abuse and a cruel ex-boyfriend, and even though Leif's home life had been happy, that had not been something he'd ever imagined sharing with a woman until Lynne came into his life, he'd thought he'd be a fucking bachelor forever, but now, with Lynne he was so glad that wasn't his reality. Nothing made him happier than spending the rest of his life with her.

Her saliva was still drying on his cock, which was only now starting to soften from her lavish attentions, despite the fact that he hadn't come, and he was glad for this, because, he wanted to have a somewhat clear head so that he could focus and show her their beautiful grounds. He drove slowly up the last bend of the mountain, careful so he did not miss his turn, as they were now off the GPS grid.

"Oh wow, look at this view! Stunning," said Lynne with a small gasp of delight.

"Yeah. I know you are a woman who loves looking out the window at the New York city skyline, so I wanted to show you, that as a California boy, our skylines are much prettier," he added teasingly.

"You'll get no arguments from me. I love nature. Oh damn Leify, look at all the pretty flowers," said Lynne with a delighted squeal.

"I know you love flowers too baby girl, all part of the plan. I can't pull over but I can drive slow, get some pictures for your nerdy ass botany app," he teased.

But despite teasing her, he knew she'd love the flowers,that was part of the reason he'd selected this cottage in particular. Leif's parents had a ton of friends who had cottages in this area, he'd selected the one he thought she'd love the most out of the suggestions his father had.

She was looking damn scrumptious now too. Her hair had gotten all tousled and a bit wild in the rain and wind when they'd switched seats, and he wanted to finish getting her hair all tousled. The honeymoon cottage would be nice, but in the end, it didn't matter where they were they would still enjoy each other, and getting to know each thing about the new intensity of their love gave them each immense joy!

He couldn't believe what a good little fuck she was, and, even as he drove precariously up the mountain, he could detect the vanilla scent of her body oil, and the faint scent of her aroused pussy juices, aroused from sucking his cock.

He swallowed, grabbed her hand with the hand that wasn't driving and kissed it. Lynne giggled.

"Close your eyes now lovely, and don't open them until husband says, or I'll spank you inside the cottage. You're gonna learn how fun it is to be a good girl. Probably should stop threatening you with spankings, just waiting for you to disobey me because you like when hubby makes that juicy ass sting," he added.

Lynne chuckled playfully and turned towards him, her eyes squeezed shut obediently like an adorable little girl. 

He couldn't help chuckling with the sweetest doting warmth.

"Hell yeah, that's a good little wifey. Keep them closed tight and put your hands over your eyes," he added rubbing her shoulder dotingly.

His heart filled with love when she obediently covered her eyes. She was an angel, and he was sure it thrilled her to get the chance to be sweet, and have that sweetness acknowledged, and rewarded. It thrilled him to show his young wife, what a gift she was, since she'd never been shown before. 

They were driving up the long, winding driveway to the cottage, lined with beautiful flowers and shrubs. He didn't want her to take a peek until he told her so, wanted to see the wonder in her eyes all at once, when he'd stopped the car and helped her out. He should have brought a blindfold for his little cutie. Damn it, he thought he'd thought of everything until that moment! It would have come in handy for the surprise and later he could have put it on her later while he fucked her.

Oh well, there was always their next anniversary for that. For now he made sure she shielded her eyes.

"You better not be peeking or husband will know," he said with a playful warning swat to her thigh.

Lynne peeled with sweet giggles.

"I'm not peeking damn it, you can't spank me cause' I'm not peeking Leify! Are we almost there yet?" she asked like an exited little girl.

"Almost," said Leif, coming to a very slow stop at the top of the paved circular driveway in front of the lovely cottage.

He pulled the car to a stop for a few seconds, looking around the property. It was damn lovely, just like the brochures, website, and the pictures the family had sent of the cottage via email. He couldn't wait to show his little sweetie! 

"Ready...now wait, you let your husband carry you closer to the house, before you open your pretty little eyes," come on, murmured Leif, getting out of his side, opening up her side, and ushering her arms around his neck.

He grabbed ahold of her waist, and she squeezed his neck tightly.

"When can I open my eyes," she murmured squirming in his arms with anticipation.

"Soon," he whispered kissing her forehead and inhaling the clean fresh air, and taking in the view of the Pacific Ocean.

He found the perfect spot, right in front of the cottage, and the deck that had the perfect view of the Pacific ocean, and stood her on her feet, grabbing her by her juicy butt and pointing her right toward the jagged rocks, and beautiful waves of the ocean.

"Open your eyes right now," he panted his hot breath tickling her ear as she giggled and squirmed and he felt his groin tingle even as his heart flooded with delight that he was about to see her reaction to the surprise.

"Oh my God! My Word! Shit Leify! It's so beautiful!" she cried.

She was loud and excited, waving her little hands all around and he was glad there was no one around for miles, only so she didn't scare anyone. So damn sweet and cute! He lived to surprise and spoil her for all the rest of his days.

She pointed towards the generously sized cottage with the panoramic windows.

"That's all ours? We'll be all alone for two weeks? In that beautiful house, with that view, damn Leify the whole front side of it has a view of the Pacific Ocean,"

"Yeah it sure does sweetheart. And the back side of it, a view of all the lovely mountain ranges that scared us to death during our drive in the storm. But yeah, the front view is the real prize, but the whole home has panoramic views right in the seat of nature, and as a woman who loves views, and natural unspoiled terrain, yet is a big city girl, I thought it'd be a big treat for you," said Leif dotingly.

"Oh Leify it is, I don't know what to say, I'm overcome. I didn't expect we'd stay in a beautiful house someplace, I thought we'd stay in a small hotel," said Lynne.

"Now I know, I know it's not a hotel, and it's a home, but I'm going to pamper you everyday. No cooking and cleaning for you, we'll eat out, or order in, and any little messes you make I'll clean up, and they have a maid who comes by twice a week to tidy up. Our next vacation, if I can afford it, I'll take you to a place where you can get the royal treatment, and they do everything for you, give you massages and pedicures, and unlimited drinks, I know women like that shit," said Leif.

"This woman likes any shit where she is with you Leif. I don't need all that. I'd much rather have this beautiful, unspoiled pristine cottage in the middle of nowhere with no one bothering us for miles, and we can get to know each other, even better, and share our bodies without anyone interrupting us, " said Lynne beaming at him.

"Good. Good then. I thought I was getting to know you well and I prayed that you'd love it. I also...well I wanted to spend my first two weeks with you in a home, because I wanted to find a lovely home where I felt like you could get some good memories to replace a lot of the pain and hurt. I worked with the housekeeper and I've got so many special surprises in here, so you can start to see just how joyful being a family with your husband will be. I couldn't show you that joyful feeling of being our new family in a hotel. I wanted a house, and we can have time for cuddling, time for me to bathe you, time to put you down to sleep, time to have intimate breakfasts together, and see the sights too. There are all kinds of things for us to do, and I'll give you some brochures. But I want to show you some of the property first, some of your Leify's surprises for you," said Leif.

"Oh my God, there's more!" she squealed.

She was so beautiful and excited, and her big brown curious eyes made him want to make each day a surprise.

"Yeah baby, let me take you on a tour of our grounds. We're king and queen for a whole two weeks. And one day, I'll buy you a house of your own, with a beautiful yard and garden like this one," he added.

He plucked a fresh rose and handed it to her.

"Leif! Baby! That came out of the garden, now that's sweet, but you know how I am about gardening and you shouldn't destroy the owner's garden like that," scolded Lynne.

Leif chuckled, and swatted her ass.

"That's my plant princess. I had the grounds keeper plant it so that I could pluck you a fresh rose from a rosebush every day we are here. Sometimes I'll give it to you in your morning paper, sometimes I'll pluck one at the doorstep like now, sometimes I'll lay one on the bed after a really good fucking session, maybe I'll give you one after your bath. I had to plant Flowers for my little flower," said Leif dotingly stroking her cheek with his fingers.

She had tears in her eyes.

"You planted a rosebush for me? So I could have flowers. Like a live bouquet! You are spoiling me. That's so beautiful! I didn't get you anything!" said Lynne her voice cracking with emotion.

"You, and starting a family with the two of us is my present. What a gift you are, and you're going to learn that lesson of how wonderful you are over and over again in a house with a husband who adores you. Take a stroll with me," he added sweetly with a husky chuckle lacing his arm in hers.

She was looking up at him like he was a hero, almost hero worship. She made his ego delightfully huge, it didn't take much and he had her heartfelt devotion. Damn it he loved her! He kissed her forehead.

"First stop I want you to see," said Leif pointing to a tire swing in a tree on the side of the home.

He had it decorated with Wedding crepe paper and streamers thanks to the lovely housekeeper.

And it said, in huge letters

"Welcome Lynne," and in smaller letters, "Lynne's princess swing,"

"You did this for me, didn't you!" she said in a half accusatory playful tone.

"Guilty as charged. When I found out you didn't do a lot of swinging as a little girl, what was a husband to do huh? I had them come in and do that at the last minute, right after the visit with Granny LaReaux! Hell it broke my heart having to cut your swinging short, once I knew you'd been deprived but I had to so we could make the flight," he added.

"This is so beautiful! I love it so much. Oh Leif you thought of everything...will you push me in It now?" she asked walking over towards the swing.

"I'll push you as much as you want, but I want you to see the rest of the grounds first, said Leif with a husky grunt, slapping her ass and leading her forward.

"Yes husband, I forgot about our little tour," she added with playful and bashful obedience.

"That's a good little wifey! Compose yourself. Lots more presents for my baby, then we can finish what we started in my old bedroom, have a nice, steamy little fuck, and then we can play with every treat husband has given you," 

"The swing, and the rosebush is already so cool!" said Lynne.

"Wait'll you see this," said Leif taking her around the side of the home. Instead of the panoramic windows, it had lovely stone siding.

"Look above you," murmured Leif his breath in her ear.

She looked above her, he pointed to the side of the home.

"An outdoor shower! Oh wow, so cool!" said Lynne.

"Yeah, I remember what you said about how erotic that outdoor shower my parents had was, and how you wished you weren't so shy so we could shower and make love outside in the elements. I thought that was as romantic as hell so I made sure the property had an outdoor shower. And...that's not the only wet fun, if you look off to the side you'll see-"

"A hot tub!" squealed Lynne.

"Hell yes, a hot tub where we can get more dirty than we get clean, Lets take a trip around back," he added with a roguish chuckle.

"My god, what will be back there, it's already so romantic and erotic I'm in heaven," said Lynne, grinning.

"Mmm...a few more slices of heaven," said Leif playfully, pointing in a direction of a hammock.

The hammock also had crepe paper streamers, and was decorated with ribbons, and said, Lynne and Leif's naptime.

"A hammock! Damn it! Oh Leif you remembered!" she squealed. Her eyes were moist.

"Yeah I did...I remember you climbing like a little girl into the hammock net on display when we were shopping for our furniture at the ikea, and you asked me could we get one and put it on our porch if we got a house. I told you I liked the idea of putting the hammock between two trees a lot better. So it is between two trees lovely, because that's a better way, than on a porch, it looks better, and it won't fuck up the structure of the porch. I know we don't have the house yet, but I bought the hammock, and asked would they put it up. I just have to take it down before we leave, and when we get a house, it's the first thing I'll hang, between two trees, because it's better," he grunted with a husky promise.

He was trying not to get emotional, but he really and truly wanted to give his baby everything, and Lynne's tears of happiness had him overcome with emotion. She buried herself in his arms, squeezing him tightly.

And she stood on her tippy toes to kiss him.

"Damn, I love my surprises Leify. We can nap in that hammock, but, we can fuck in it too! Damn that'll be fun, probably no one around for miles. Let's open our first present, and I can show you my appreciation while we fuck more, since I didn't get you anything," she purred, her fingers raking over his bare chest.

Leif let out a happy chuckle, squeezed her close kissing the crown of her hair.

She smelled so fucking good, and he reached up under her short frilly skirt, covering his mouth with hers, and tickling her cute crack in her cotton panties with a thumb, while Lynne got all squirmy and started panting and grunting in his mouth.

Dragging his thumb gently over where she came together, he could feel the tell tale stiffness of a crotch that had been sticky with moisture while she was sucking his cock in the car, and was now drying. He wanted to make her body wet and juicy with pleasure again, but not yet.

Her nipples pressed through her adorable tank shirt, saluting his bare chest.

Leif grunted and smacked her ass. He inhaled the skin close to her ear. Damn he wanted her again.

"I'm so happy baby," she panted sweetly close to his mouth.

Damn sweet, sexy, sassy little thing leering at him and then looking at the hammock.

"You're a cute little freak you know that don't you? That's why I married you. Such a secret, dirty girl, and your man loves it! Everyone at our wedding reception today thought you were just the picture of sweet innocence. They have no idea how much my sweet baby likes being fondled in public, wants to feel the cool outside air on her naked breasts and ass while her husband pounds her with a loving cock. They'd be shocked to find out how naughty you really are! They'll be plenty of time later, for us to be nasty outside and fuck like animals, you're a nasty girl aren't you, my sweet little nasty wife," he added playfully stroking her hair.

And she blushed and looked adorable and shy. She was still embarrassed by how very freaky and erotic she was compared to other women, and that was understandable the way she was raised, to be ashamed of her sexuality, but he didn't want her embarrassed at all. He adored her enthusiasm for sex, and her curiosity, it was one of the first things he loved about her, despite her bashfulness. 

"It's...it's because I love you, and being naughty with you makes me feel warm everywhere, I don't care where it is, private, public...but I'm not...I only want to be your bad girl, nobody else's, you taught me how to be bad," she murmured huskily.

"Mmm...I taught you well didn't I? But the truth is Lynney, I think you're a very good girl for being bad, kinky and nasty with your husband. It's exactly what we should be doing together. I just like to tease you because you look so sweet, innocent, and wholesome sometimes, especially when you aren't all dressed up on stage, and looking like a vixen. You don't have to explain. I think your erotic curiosity is adorable, and I feel like a very, very lucky man. Luckiest husband in the world! Your freaky secrets are safe with me, I cherish you...no one will ever find out what a kinky little girl you are, I promise," he added with a playful doting kiss to her forehead.

Lynne giggled, called him a shit and roughly punched his arm.

"Ouch, if you don't quit battering me we won't have a second round because I'll be icing up. Before we get freaky in the hammock, let me show you a few more things," said Leif authoritatively swatting her ass.

He thought he'd sport fresh wood when she yelped a little bit and started walking in front of him, her juicy ass switching adorably in that ruffled lacy mini.

He pointed in front of him.

"A trampoline!" said Lynne.

He had to hold her waist to keep her from running towards it. Her unbridled enthusiasm made him feel so alive.

"Yeah baby, they already had this, but I figured...well I know you weren't allowed to play much outside, and I thought, well baby I thought that...well, maybe you'd want to play in the yard some with me...climb trees...and then this trampoline, well, when I saw that they had it...well even though its meant for if you have kiddos, I thought, this is perfect for Lynney. You can jump up and down and scream really loud, but you'll be safe, because it's a trampoline. Might be fun to have some adult fun on it too! Pretty bouncy and shit," he said.

"You had them decorate this too..." said Lynne.

She was crying.

"Yeah I did...Lynne's playtime...well I guess it can be both our playtimes huh...stop crying baby...I'm happy too and this is getting to me, come on," he said his voice was gruff.

He knew what it meant to his baby, this was why he did it, but he wasn't at all finished yet, he couldn't wait for his lovely creature to see the inside of the house.

"I'm sorry. I just feel so loved. You were right to get a house for our honeymoon. It just makes me feel like, home is with you...and it's a safe place, and a fun and happy place, and you don't' even mind...you don't even mind fixing some of the parts that used to be broken," she added wiping her tears with her thumbs.

"Hell no I don't mind! It gives me so much fulfillment to know how happy and safe I can make you feel. To me that's the definition of being a man. Caring for your loved ones, and you're my wife now. You're my greatest loved one. Clearly there were things lacking growing up, your damn parents wouldn't even come to the wedding. When I saw this house I thought, gee, here is a chance for me to give my new wife every treat she wanted before she met me," said Leif. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 57



He grabbed her arm lovingly.

"Look off to the side there, and you'll see there is a path that leads to a beach right on the pacific ocean," he said pointing to the side of the house.

"Really! I love the beach! That's awesome," said Lynne.

"Yeah, and if we get up early enough, the owners have hinted that we might be able to get some alone time," sais Leif.

"Sex on the beach! That'll be a great memory," said Lynne.

Leif chuckled.

"Such a naughty girl. First the hammock outside, and now sexing on the beach, sometimes I think you only see me as a sex object. Actually, I was thinking we might have a romantic, secluded breakfast on the beach," said Leif looking playfully wounded.

"Oh please, you are so full of shit! You probably are planning a romantic breakfast, but, when you try to have me for dessert, I'm going to remind you that your fucking intentions are supposed to be innocent," she quipped.

Even though he played at being dominate in their relationship, there were so many times when she put him in his place with her sexy, urbane humor.

He guffawed with laughter.

"I'm not full of shit, I'm saying Lynne, I'm a person, and maybe I just want to take you out on the beach early in the morning for some romantic conversation as we start our lives together," he added batting his blonde eyelashes and playing the role of the girl.

Lynne simply rolled her eyes.

He took her hand, kissing it, and led her around to the front of the cottage.

"Okay lovely, there are more surprises inside. I'm gonna get our bags, and put them inside okay. Why don't you enjoy your swing for a little while," he added.

He caressed her panty clad ass under her skirt, reveling that he was intimate enough with her to be able to simply feel her like that under her skirt, without needing to ask for permission, the closeness between them. He loved the feel of her firm juicy ass.

He led her over to the swing on the porch, pushed it a few times, and walked off in the direction of their Prius, getting out several of Lynne's bags.

"Sure you don't want help?" called Lynne.

"Hell yeah, I'm sure I don't...how can you help anyway with these big ass bags you have packed," he said with playful angst as he lined her luggage up neatly on the porch.

Lynne was digging around in her purse, and she dropped something out of it, so she bent down to pick It up.

Her short skirt had risen up, and he caught her, luscious little bottom in the air, those long sexy legs, and the sexy, sticky dried up imprint on her crotch.

Fuck he wanted her! Every second he wanted her, and he envisioned himself, picking her up by her tiny waist and throwing her over that swing backwards and fucking her until the swing collapsed under their own weight and finishing it off by fucking her on the wooden porch while she howled with orgasms.

She was so damn hot, and not even a clue of how hot she was, even though she wore that short skirt on purpose, a skirt so short, she couldn't pick up anything without showing him those sweet, white cotton panties.

Leif's dick throbbed.

She found whatever it was she was looking for, it looked like a pack of gum, and Lynne, a bit nerdy and oblivious to the world was still bent over he supposed making sure nothing else dropped out of her cute little denim handbag.

"Mmm...I told you how short that little skirt was back at the house, didn't I, and not to bend over, showing my sweet, tasty little ass, and cute white cotton underpants," he added lustily, bringing his hand over her ass and slapping it roughly.

Leif moaned aloud at the sensation that flooded his cock as his wife's firm juicy ass bounced upward into his palm.

"Youch! I know, but it's just the two of us here! I wouldn't have did that in public, promise! Pinky swear! I didn't even know you were watching me," said Lynne standing up, and rubbing her bottom with one hand.

He felt a little guilty when she stood upright, rubbing her bottom like it was hurting, but then he saw her eyes dancing with fire, and lusty. He forgot for a glimmer of a second how much his saucy little bride liked spankings!

"I know you didn't know. I know you wore this only to please me, on the drive up here to the cottage. But showing your panties, baby...it's naughty, don't you think?" he whispered in her ear playfully.

Lynne's eyes started to twinkle, she licked her lips and she swallowed pulled at the hem of her skirt and started squirming batting her eyelashes playfully.

"Yeah, Yeah baby! It's real naughty. I know...I know...I think I should be punished with a spanking right here," murmured Lynne pointing towards the porch swing.

"Mmm...you think your husband should pull your panties around your ankles, and force you over his knee, and bare your bottom to the wind and spank your cute, juicy little ass huh?" he added, teasing her with thoughts of erotic domination.

"Mmph! Please, I'll learn to be such a good girl then," panted Lynne.

Leif chuckled hard. He laughed because his heart felt such emotional and sensual pleasure with this sweet bonding with his new wife, and even them playing slightly with dominance and submission, he never could have imagined such a tender ecstasy that swept his whole soul away when he looked into her big brown eyes.

Lynne laughed too, with happiness, and confusion he was sure.

"Mmm...when wifey needs to be punished, she doesn't tell her husband how she needs punishing. That's for him to decide. You like spankings, I'm going to need to find another way to punish you for showing me your cute cotton panties," he added playfully slapping her ass hard.

He kissed her forehead adoringly.

"I know...I know...bring that small red suitcase in. It has all my nighties...I can put them on...put on a show for you and when I put on your favorite, you can do me as rough and nasty as you think I deserve," said Lynne, and she sort of pushed his arm into the direction of the Prius.

For the millionth time today, he wondered how he got so lucky, and he loved her idea of her modeling her Lingerie for him while he picked his favorite piece and soiled it with his saliva, and lastly his cum and fucked her silly, but he wanted to send her a playful message about selecting her own punishments, and also, letting her know that, while he knew whatever was in that suitcase was a treat, some of which he'd already spied with a telescope, he didn't need any of that shit to get him excited! All he needed was Lynne's sweet, beautiful body.

"Mmm...Little cutie, selecting your punishments again! Husband decides what they are if there should be any...just like you will choose if the time comes for you to punish me. And, anyway, I'm not ready to bring the rest of the shit in the house yet. I think you showing me your panties means that you are ready for the house tour to come to a conclusion, and I've been wanting to fuck you so bad, and so long, that just once back at the house was not enough, and I don't need any of those frilly little night gowns as inspiration. In fact, it's probably better for your adorable little ass if they stay locked up in the trunk for a little while longer. I'd hate for you to have to tell all your giggling girlfriends that your horny, big bad wolf husband destroyed the little nighties they gave you by tearing them off of you," he added.

"Leify!" she panted against his mouth, and in a move he didn't expect, she planted her fingernails in his chest and kissed him with wild, beastly hunger.

She grunted lustily into his mouth and pressed her ruffled skirt up against his beach shorts, grinding against his rock hard cock as Leif moaned in ecstasy. Apparently Lynne liked very much when her husband called the shots and dominated her a little bit. He moaned again and again with pleasure into her mouth, because this savage heat, and being able to be more physical and aggressive with her was what he craved since he first saw her on stage in her little black mini dress.

Sure he loved her and worshiped her to distraction, but there was a primal beast in him that loved to fuck his pretty young wife, and he was delighted that she loved his more gritty attentions, not just the romantic and sensual ones.

And he had to touch her. 

"You're so sexy to me. You aren't just beautiful and cute, you're sexy, do you understand Lynne," he whispered breathlessly, his mouth sucking on her entire ear.

He wanted her so bad, the hell with teasing her little earlobes, he went right in for sucking and soon biting the whole soft, delicate ear, burning with lust at how tender and soft she was. 

"Yes, yes baby, I understand, you're sexy to me too," she half whimpered and pouted.

Fuck, the whimpering and the squirming drove him insane in the cute, frilly little skirt, and those adorable canvas fish heads, the perfect juxtaposition of the innocent and the sexy, just like Lynne.

He reached under her skirt again, at first it was to swat her teasing little bottom as they kissed, but then he felt wetness as he wedged his thumb gently between the curve of her ass and her thighs, and Lynne moaned loudly.

"Mmm, already so wet for your man, haven't even really started the foreplay yet," he grunted huskily.

Her fingernails pierced his chest and he reached under her skirt, flipping it brazenly in the air, exposing her bottom to the wind, and pulling her lovely innocent cotton underwear deep into her crack until they made almost a thong.

Lynne, who loved ass play and getting her crack explored did exactly what he thought she would do, started pawing his chest, and leaning up for a deep tongue kiss to show her approval.

Normally what he would do at this point was tease her pussy and her crack a little with her panties before taking them off.

But this time, he broke his lips free of hers, looked down into her intoxicated brown eyes, her pouty lips swollen with his kisses, and muttered huskily-

"Bend over and take off your panties for your husband like a good little wifey. Stand over there, in front of the door, and take them off. Show your husband what you want him to do to you when you get in the house. You want me to fuck you good, or you wouldn't have been bending over looking for your pack of gum throwing your cute little ass in my face. Now bend over, with your back to me, and take your panties off, then turn around and face me, and hand them here," he added.

He gently pushed her in front of the door.

And, as he expected, she cried out embarrassed-

"Leify! Out here! We're still outside," she squealed chuckling.

"So the hell what! We were outside when you suggested snogging in the hammock, and in this chair over here. Are you still shy little wifey? Hmm...I think you like to tease. You were showing me your panties. And I want to see them. In my hands...right now...take them off, and I'll give you a good fucking and make your pussy come hard. Be a good girl and take them off for your husband," he added planting one moist kiss at the back of her neck, right over the hickey he'd planted during their first passionate romp on the bed with the reception still going on in the yard, he'd wanted her so much! 

He knew Lynne liked this authority, she squirmed in front of him, but he also knew that she was shy and needed prompting sometimes for release. It was so erotically and emotionally beautiful, their tender love affair.

"I'm shy...why can't I hand them to you when we get in the house...all you have to do is give me the key, and I'll hand them to you on the inside..." said Lynne her hand on the door knob.

"I've got the key. And there's no one around for miles. I want you to hand them to me now, because you were willing to bend over and show your sweet juicy ass on accidental purpose while you reached for your pack of double mint gum. I want to see that cute, ripe, tan ass, naked, before we go inside the house, and I want you to hand me your panties with the crotch side up so I can see the wet stains, and how bad you want your husband with just simple kisses. I already felt your panties when we kissed, and I know wet they are! You gonna show husband you love him and give him what he wants, or you gonna tease me? Either way, I'm gonna fuck you good and leave you howling out my name as soon as I open the door. If you don't give them to me, I'll tear them off and ruin them. Seems like a cute little pair of white cotton panties, I'd hate to see them ruined," he threatened playfully.

Lynne next made a noise halfway between a whimper and a moan.

And she whispered under her breath.

"Shit I love it baby! I like when you are bossy, and I can be good!"

And then louder, so he could hear her better.

"I love to be your good girl. Tell me how you like it," she whispered sweetly.

"You've a very good girl. Just, stand in front of the door, and bend over with your ass in the air, like you had it earlier," he added.

Lynne bent over with her ass in the air.

He bent over and nuzzled and sniffed her crack, he couldn't help it, intoxicated with the sweet ass and pussy smell.

He placed a few kisses and a loving smack on her ass.

"Now just take them off," he grunted huskily.

She took them off slowly, teasing him the whole way, sliding them down her cheeks slowly, sensuously, as her crack, her pussy with its thick ethnic pubic hair, and her thighs from behind came into view, then the sensual, lurid sight of the panties moving down her taught, juicy thighs, and sexy well developed calves.

Then the sexy vulnerable sight of his new bride balancing carefully from behind to take her foot out of the legs of her panties with the canvass tennis shoes still on, and when Leif saw how tricky it was he immediately reached out to grab his baby around her waist.

He'd never let her fall, he didn't care how sexy their domination game was getting!

"Careful, I've got you princess," he murmured a doting, protective kiss to her naked back, because her t-shirt had risen up, as he held her. 

She shivered in his arms, shivered in his arms he was certain because his quick motions to hold her and be sure she didn't fall even in play made her feel protected and loved. He cherished being able to provide that feeling for his new wife! 

Hell yes, he could show her care and protection and still dominate her!

She turned around with the wet panties in her hand, and placed them delicately face up and wet crotch glistening into his palm.

Leif grunted with pleasure. The sweet aroma hitting him in the nose, her looking at him with expectant, trusting big brown eyes and chewing her lower lip.

He kissed her forehead dotingly.

His eyes filled with water, because there was symbolism all tied up in him asking her to hand over her panties. Symbolism of her loving him, trusting him to take care of her, even if he was a tad bit rough with her in the midst of their passion, and her own complicit admission of her sensual desires. Lynne's longing for male approval, and his longing to be a man and care for someone special.

It was fucking beautiful and he had to will himself not to cry, even as his cock ached.

"You're such a good little wifey! Best wife a husband ever, ever had, and I cherish you honey!" he added.

He kissed her forehead and Lynne just glowed.

"I love being a good wife, your good wife, it's the most special feeling in the world!" she said sweetly. 

He had to remind himself of why he made the request for the panties in the first place with all that tenderness that he felt. All that juicy wetness on the crotch, clear evidence of desire that almost made the panties uncomfortable, she looked glad to have taken off those wet little things! 

He rubbed them vulgarly on his nose, trying to man up a little more despite tender loving emotions for Lynne, and remember his need and real urge to fuck his beautiful wife more.

"Smell so damn sweet, and wet. You get so wet for me princes," he added huskily ticking her chin dimple with his thumb.

"Smell them, smell how good they smell," he grunted, his cock leaking precum at the sight of him vulgarly mashing her innocent white cotton panties, leaking with her sex fluids, under his wife's own cute nose.

Lynne giggled and wrinkled her nose. He hoped at first she wasn't disgusted with the intoxicating scent of her own juices, otherwise, he'd need to teach her how lovely her pheromones were with her balanced across his knee and a firm spanking while she sniffed and licked her delicious juices from one of her wet crotches during a play session! That was a lesson he'd loved to teach her, about her body and it's lovely scents and how he didn't want her ashamed of them, he wanted her to love her scents as he did! But he quickly figured out that his sweetie was giggling because the panties were tickling her nose.

She was so sweet and ticklish and he loved her to the ends of the earth!

"You're tickling my nose!" she chuckled squirming away from him. 

"Mmm, perhaps husband will make you lick them instead. Nah, I'd rather tickle you with my cock in the house, nice and rough and hard! Here's the key. Now I want you to open the door, and go inside, and just stand in the corner right by the door facing the wall. I'm not ready for you to see the rest of the house, you interrupted the tour with the panty stunt, and I need to fuck you now, but I don't want you to spoil the view of the rest of the house, so I figure I'll fuck you standing against the wall really good, and then we'll tour the inside of the house. Don't look at anything, just open the door walk straight to the corner, and stand against the wall," he grunted huskily.

"Yes sir, yes husband, I won't look, I'll be good just like with the panties," said Lynne, looking up at him with playful angelic eyes.

Her hands trembled with excitement as she opened the door.

"Shit, I can't wait for you to fuck me more, like a grown woman, like you did back at the house," she murmured, as she swung the door open.

If he thought she'd learned about fucking at the house, wait'll she saw what it would be like on the honeymoon where he didn't have to worry about her making a disturbance and scaring anyone, she hadn't seen anything yet in terms of raw, primal pleasure, he thought naughtily as Lynne opened the door to the cottage.

***

In a world where everything had been so rigid, and dominated by order, and authority, Lynne delighted that they were spending their honeymoon in a home, where she could learn new things about love, life, and family. And he'd prepared everything so lovingly for her, with treats for her all around the outside of the property. 

Was there any wonder why she couldn't wait to share her body with a man who acted like this? Who loved her like this? Who pampered her like she was a princess? To whom she could reveal of her private desires, confident that he knew how to satisfy her? Who made her feel like the best lover, and most sensual creature on the earth? 

But perhaps most touchingly, each time they made love she felt like his angel. She would be good, just like she was when she handed him the panties she was wearing, and she was so excited, him demanding her underwear like that, right in front of the house, even if there was no one around for miles, and the way he smelled her panties and dangled them under her nose, forcing her to whiff them as well! 

"Mmm, you taste so good to me kitten I can't wait," he murmured, and his mouth sounded full.

She turned around to find her husband sucking the panty gusset. He couldn't even wait to get her inside to taste her.

"Leify!" she chuckled.

"What? It's like licking the candy paper, before you eat a chocolate," he added playfully. 

She was so excited to get the door open, her hands trembled. She heard his gruff chuckle behind her, and he was so delighted when he got her inside he picked her up swiftly in his arms, and swung her around.




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She wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I'll take you on a tour of the house after I enjoy you some more. You can wait a little bit huh?" he panted huskily.

She knew that he was only asking to be polite, but he had full intentions of fucking her against the wall, and she couldn't wait. She looked into his gorgeous blue eyes with her big, bashful brown eyes, and nodded obediently. She loved giving her handsome new husband just what he wanted! 

"Well that's good missy, because that's what happens to cute little wives that show their panties, to their husbands. You should have known that, if you were within my line of vision, you were gonna get fucked. Now...do I have to use your panties on you as a blind fold, or can I trust you not to look around the room while we fuck, and ruin your other surprises," he added playfully.

She loved their games, liked the chance to show him how good she could obey.

"I'll only look up into your eyes or my own eyelids," said Lynne, a pun about rolling her eyes up in her head.

Leif chuckled and chuckled and looked at her dotingly, his eyes flashing.

"You're such a fucking ham! I believe you baby girl," he added, hanging her panties around his neck like a playful necklace.

He sat her on her feet, her back against the wall.

Him freeing her of the panties before he opened the door, and making her hand them over emboldened her a bit.

"I've been wanting it against the wall since you touched me under my skirt on the first date. But I was too scared or shy to admit it then. I'm glad I feel safe enough that...that I want it, and my mind can admit that to my body, and we can both feel so much joy," she whispered softly.

"Oh that's beautiful baby girl. Well, I'm glad then, that I didn't lose control and just bang you against the wall back then, glad I waited until you felt safe. A lot of times baby, I wanted to, but I held out. So it's good that I get to fuck your brains out against the wall. So show me how hot you are for me. Show me what you want," he added huskily, tickling her chin dimple with his thumb, vulgarly licking out the crotch of the panties he was wearing as a necklace.

Just seeing how much he liked her scent and flavor sent a tremor through Lynne's stomach. She half whimpered, half moaned, then murmured.

"I want to let you taste the real thing," and reached down for the hem of her ruffled, white, hipster mini skirt, the skirt that had gotten her in such trouble bending over and looking for her tube of dropped lipstick.

She wanted to tantalize him, she knew how to tease him, barely showing him just enough and she lifted the hem of her ruffled skirt higher and higher, until she showed the tips of her thighs, and just a hint of her curly little bush, watching delightedly as she saw her husband flare his handsome nostrils, making her feel sexy and perfect!

He dropped the panties out of his mouth, still wearing them around his neck. 

She parted her thighs slightly and arched her back against the wall.

"I remember what you said Leify, about making me hold the dress high in the air while you fucked me and not letting it drop unless I wanted a spanking," she murmured, lifting the dress higher, and higher until the entirety of her curly bush was exposed.  

"Mmm, such a good girl. Damn it baby girl Leify loves you so much. That's right little wifey, hold your damn skirt up high in the air while I suck your pussy," he grunted huskily.

Lynne felt butterflies tremor through her stomach. She knew how good he was with his mouth on her pussy, how patient, how thorough, how vulgar.

She lifted her skirt so high it was showing her belly button.

"So damn cute," he grunted, kissing around her stomach and nuzzling her curly bush with loving nose and lips.

"Baby please, it tickles...please..." Moaned Lynne.

"You want your husband to fuck you with his mouth," he leered huskily.

Lynne now knew how much he loved dirty talk, thrilled and delighted with the chance to please her groom, and she now knew the secret language, the keys to his heart, he'd taught her in the laundry room. It wasn't just sexy to trust him this way, it was also beautiful on an emotional level, even as she felt a base stirring in her pussy for his lips and cock.

"Please fuck me with your mouth," she murmured adoringly tracing his lips and guiding them to her pussy.

She didn't even get a chance to hear his response, he grunted, and mashed her thighs into the wall, and Lynne was glad her juicy butt cushioned her crash against the wall.

He started nuzzling her hard with his nose, groaning about her, sweet, sweet smell.

"Baby!" moaned Lynne with ecstasy, his nose tickling her bush everywhere. The tickling was so pleasurable, and she tangled one hand in his dreadlocks to steady herself, using her other fingers to expose her pussy brazenly to her man and his licking and nuzzling face.

Nothing to be ashamed of, she was his wife now.

"Fuck! I love you," she whimpered, as his glistening nose was replaced by kissing lips, kissing right over her lower curls and the throbbing slit where she was joined.

Lynne started to moan loudly and she couldn't help it, she disobediently let her skirt fall down so that she could shamelessly pinch apart her pussy lips with both hands, she wanted to feel his gentle moist lips sucking and licking on her naked clit, didn't want the sensation dulled by her full outer lips, and spreading it with the fingers of one hand was not giving her enough leverage.

"Mmm...I wanna come," she panted softly.

"So fucking naughty! Told you to lift the skirt in the air didn't I?" he asked with playful fire in his voice.

He reached under the lowered skirt and spanked her ass several times as Lynne hopped from one foot to the other.

"Yes baby, I'm sorry, I want to be your good wifey,"

She saw Leif grab his crotch and squeeze it, he was so turned on by dominating her, and yet, through it all, couldn't help pleasing his baby. She felt that weightless feeling, he picked her up by her waist high in the air and she wrapped her legs around his chest.

"You are a good wifey. Keep that dress held high in the air like I told you," he murmured.

Once he had her against the wall Lynne panted...

"Mmm fuck me with your big hard dick, husband," 

And Leif groaned.

"Such a dirty little wife, I like fucking you with my mouth first, it prepares the way for my hard cock!"

He placed her on her feet.

Kneeled before her as though in worship.

"Put your legs on my shoulders, Lynne, and ride my face, like my filthy little wifey, you're such a dirty little cutie, and you were when I first met you, you were just too shy to show it then, but now that you're all mine, you're not too shy anymore, begging me for cock, I love it baby," he panted.

Lynne couldn't wait, she put both her legs on his shoulders and started bucking towards Leif's sucking, licking, and kissing lips, providing the perfect amount of warmth, tension, and suction to help her get off.

She adoringly tangled her fingers in his dreadlocks, gyrating her hips over, and over again, over the source of her delight, he'd parted her pussy lips with his fingers intimately between her ass cheeks, exposing her wet femininity in all it's glory, and Lynne tried not to buck her hips too hard she didn't want to bang his knuckles painfully into the wall, as he was holding her by her ass against the wall, other than that, she'd lost all consciousness of the faces she was making or the way she was contorting her body and stomach to receive his pleasure.

"Ugh!" she cried loudly, as he was now gently sucking her clit while swiping it with his tongue, the suction combined with the lapping motion was so good, she cooed with delight.

She almost forgot herself and let the skirt fall down, but she quickly remembered and held the hem up around her belly button, keeping her bush exposed.

That sweet, tickling sensation grew to it's apex as she bucked and strained her hips so hard in the air that he held her to his shoulders by cupping her butt cheeks so she didn't fall, and he didn't bang his fingers into the wall as he held her by her ass.

When he started teasing her anus with his thumb she lost it, and hollered loudly for him-

"I love you Leify!" 

She did love him, and the feelings he made her feel, with his rigid but gentle thumb tickling the rim of her sensitive anus. Damn, it felt good to have that naughty entrance explored while he pleasured her orally! 

"Are you kinky for your husband? You like him to fuck all your holes don't you. That's a very kinky wifey, I never knew anyone who wanted to explore like this. I love how you share everything with me," he added playfully, rimming her anus with his thumb.

Lynne never thought she'd feel so adored even as she explored so dirtily with him, but he more he exposed her, lay her naked, bare in his arms, and exposed her basest wants, without making her ashamed of her sexuality, the closer she felt to him emotionally.

"Yeah, I like your thumb in my ass," she whimpered, hiking up her skirt for his attentions even more.

"I like it in your tight little ass too," he panted.

With her legs on his shoulders and her back planted against the wall, she parted her legs further on his shoulder baring her anus to him spreading her lower lips.

"So damn cute," he added talking into her anal pucker before nastily plunging his tongue inside.

"Damn, I love you so much Leify, oh baby, I'm gonna come!" moaned Lynne, jerking her hips towards his loving tongue as he rimmed her anus while his nose indulged her clit with firm, glints of hot pleasure.

"Don't you dare come, don't you dare, your husband wants you to come on his cock," he added, surprising her by sinking his teeth into her inner thigh, biting her! 

"Ouch! Oh Baby, Baby I'm sorry," she yelped.

The bite was more shocking and pleasurable than painful. Not hard enough to really bruise her, but hard enough to hurt. Playing a little with domination, which really turned Lynne on!

He placed her on her feet quickly, and he stood up.

He dotingly kissed her forehead, the warmth of it all shocking Lynne even in the midst of their raunchy sexuality.

"Show your husband how you love to come on his cock baby," he crooned, sucking her bottom lip tenderly.

And he kissed her forehead again.

She felt so loved, even as he talked dirtily to her, so precious to him. Her eyes filled up with tears.

His bulge tented out in his faded blue surfer shorts, a sticky imprint, he wanted her so much she saw his precome outside the shorts! 

She desired him as well, and wanted to reward his cock. 

She looked at him with mischief in her eyes. She wanted to suck him again.

"No baby...too excited, I'll ruin it for the two of us, you'll never get my cock up inside your aching pussy that way. Now show your husband how you like to come on his cock, and quit fucking around princess," he added with a playful chuckle stroking her mouth.

Lynne wore her own playful grin and she nodded and chuckled with carefree delight.

She moaned, her femininity was so wet, and she was starving for his cock, she reached down and freed him from the shorts first, then his baggy, silk boxers, kissing him all along his muscular thighs with their glints of blonde hair as she pulled them down.

He let forth masculine chuckles, jerking his legs, and Lynne chuckled too. His erect cock pointed out at full mast, looked almost purple, full of pleasurable looking angry veins and she couldn't wait to feel how he conformed to the contours inside her body, and make that big dick feel so good!

There was just so much there, even as they prepared to fuck, there was love, and playfulness, and being more primal with him made everything feel even more bold, beautiful and concrete.

The man wanted her so much, he didn't even want to step out of the boxers, once they were down around his ankles, he pulled her up off the floor by her hips, then hoisted his arms firmly around her waist, lifting her in the air.

She obediently wrapped her legs around his waist, and he startled her by how quickly he backed her up against the wall again. 

Lynne had to jerk her head forward to avoid her head crashing into the wall.

"Mmm...been waiting to fuck you against the wall since I first lay eyes on you baby girl," he murmured.

Lynne reached for her skirt, to pull it off, but he pushed her hand away.

"No, leave it on, high in the air, that's how I love it baby. Just...just be a good girl and lift that lovely top for me too," he murmured, kissing her all around her ear to punctuate his statements.

She reached between their two bodies and lifted her shirt high at his request, exposing her perky, firm tits to his loving glance.

Lynne wanted him to touch them, but reasoned that he couldn't with his arms around her, supporting her as he held her with her back to the wall, so she put on a show for him, her skirt rolled up high around her belly button. 

She caressed her own tits, circling the nipples both for the tingly sensation, and to increase his lurid pleasure, looking at him like an angel. She felt beautiful and sexy teasing him this way, putting on a show for her husband, titillating her own aching tits for his pleasure. She loved masturbation, and touching her own skin, and now, thanks to Leif, and this new world he introduced her to, it was a source of pleasure, and not shame! 

He kissed her forehead, pinched her thighs apart, and Lynne guided him, her fingers tickling his cock, to her sweet spot, and he surged forward rapidly, biting her ear, and grunting that she was, so fucking tight, and he loved her so fucking much. She loved him too, but her throat felt too tight, and her pussy too starved for him again for her to even speak. 

All Lynne could do was moan, she loved him too, and his heavenly girth causing a delightful sensation of tension and pressure along with the pleasure that she'd never felt before. And she'd never fucked standing up against the wall, but it was indeed what she'd wanted against the bookcase when he touched her that first time, the thick throbbing heat of him inside her was sensational in a way she'd never felt before. She was just too shy then, and he was so loving and patient, guiding her along slowly and carefully, just simple caresses, and then oral sex before he even tried intercourse, just to get her comfortable and help her to become a woman. She'd love him forever for being patient and teaching her about sexuality. 

She wanted to please her man fully for being so patient and loving, and even though the position made it hard to move, she quickly figured out that she could move her pussy in rapid motions to please the two of them if she wriggled her legs in circles like she was rowing in a rowboat as he held her against he wall by her ass.

"Oh fuck yeah little wifey, ride my cock so good! You're a good little fuck aren't you wifey?" he groaned.

His groan was full of excitement, and he looked at her with blue eyes filled with adoration and lust. 

At that point, even though the pleasure of his girth was so intense she was chewing her lip with joy, she became filled up with an even deeper emotion, not only enjoying the sensation of his cock stretching her wide open at this new angle, but wanting to please him. 

He held both her thighs under his palms while she threw her legs even tighter around his waist to get more leverage. 

"Mmm," moaned Lynne, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck too, burying her face in the scent of his shoulder. 

He was thin but so solid, and she was able to hold onto him, and climb up the wall literally, thrusting towards his massive cock as her walls quivered around him in hot, aching pleasure.

His cock was stretching out parts of her pussy she didn't know existed, deep inside her she felt pleasant sensations growing as she wriggled her hips toward his cock in furious circles. It seemed like she could feel his thick, long cock almost in her stomach, branding her insides with joy, and pleasure. 

Lynne didn't know how much more of the stretching, full sensation she could stand before she came on his cock, and she bit her lip and tried to squeeze her ass muscles together to keep from coming too quick, she didn't know how close her man was, but she didn't want to finish too soon. 

She tried not to look up into his gorgeous blue eyes fringed with their blonde lashes as well, she thought, even a look might send her over the top as she gripped his shoulder blades in ecstasy.

Instead, she fluttered her eyelids, and ended up rolling her eyes in her head, trying to steady herself against the wall, and slow down her eager movements so she didn't come on his cock too fast, it felt like he'd only been holding her up against the wall for a minute, and already the weightless feeling of him holding her ass in the air, and the delightful sensation of how intense his cock felt stretching her out and rubbing her insides so perfectly as she held her legs out perpendicularly around his waist was so intense, her pussy throbbed with pleasure.

She heard Leif groan-

"You love your man's cock, grinding me against the wall, huh?" more as a panted statement, not as a question.

He then picked her up firmly by her waist, and plowed her roughly into the wall, biting her ear.

"Mmm, I love how tight you are too baby girl!' he grunted.

He began thrusting her against the wall as he held her with such urgency that she felt their ribs crashing into each other and her shoulder blades crashed against the wall, but the searing ecstasy of his cock buried in her, the feeling of his heat inside of her, the girth of him, and now the feeling of him roughly biting her ear with teeth was so intense, she couldn't even concentrate on the slightly sore feeling of her shoulders poking into the wall, how his ribs crashing against her stole her breath way, or even how cold the wall was until her sweat started to coat it, from her own body heat.

This was what it meant to fuck! A sensation coming from the union of their bodies that was so overpowering, she didn't even care if the other parts of her were in physical discomfort, all she could feel was the joyful, aching, pleasurable throb in her pussy. 

While he nibbled her ear, she nibbled her mouth, then, she clutched his shoulders, and couldn't help the cry that escaped-

"Oh! Leify!" she couldn't even compose herself to babble out the rest, which was supposed to be about his cock, and she felt his balls slapping roughly against her lower buttocks, filling her with a quivering ecstasy, as the shaft of his cock slid delightfully against her g-spot. 

"You don't hold nothing back from me, you don't need to hold nothing back, you come on your mans cock as much as you want baby," he crooned sexily in her ear.

And he released her from feeling like she had to wait at all, it was fine if she came and they'd only been fucking for two minutes tops. 

She dug into his shoulders harder with her fingernails, and Leif leaned his head back, growling with an almost lion like intensity.

He held her legs up even higher and Lynne felt weightless. She reared her head back with joy as he started pounding her against the wall while she strained against him, gyrating her hips in wide, rough circles, as she felt his cockhead deep within her strain, and thicken to proportions she'd never imagined possible, and she was so aroused, that even the feeling of him nudging her cervix was a deep, tingly joy, rather than a feeling of discomfort. 

She wrapped her legs around him higher, bouncing her thighs toward him as she was the one who could move more easily as he held her against the wall.

"Mmm, I like when you go wild and scratch me like a kitten! That's a good wifey! Pleasure yourself! Come on my cock! Don't hold it in, or I'll cram your mouth with your little panties! Touch your breasts, I can't touch them, I'm holding you," he added, biting her neck for emphasis.




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She looked at him.

She was using her strength to hold herself around his neck and she felt nervous letting him go.

"Your husband, will not let you fall, not ever! Touching your breasts brings you pleasure when we do it, it's going to help you come faster, and then I can come. Show me you trust me, or you'll be eating your panties," he added, dotingly kissing her chin.

"Yes, yes baby," she moaned submissively removing her hands and nails from the support of his shoulders, and lifted her shirt, tracing her nipples.

Half of her wanted to disobey, the idea of him gagging her with the crotch of her wet panties was so erotic, with the submissive way she was wired, and had learned to enjoy in his loving arms. 

Leif went wild now, straining his stomach against the wall, and banging her against the wall now, literally.

The sensations smeared together into a wild ecstasy of their tangled limbs, her sweaty thighs jostling over his sweaty hips, their stomachs pounding into each other, her back and shoulders pounding into the wall, his cock pounding mercilessly into her pussy, each retreat and thrust bringing with it more wetness and more tingly sensations of her body being stretched out, used, and contorted for their mutual ecstasy, soon it felt like her throbbing pussy was giving his aching, foraging cock a million kisses, and she swore she heard Leif moaning he loved her, and it seemed almost with each pleasurable throb of her pussy, he was moaning his love for her loudly. 

"I love how you fuck me!" cried Lynne shrilly, it came out as a wail, a sob, flooding her cheeks. 

She lost it all, it came out in a loud sob, her shoulders shaking as her pussy muscles, clit, and even her stomach clamped down and thrummed in ecstasy around his cock. 

"I love to fuck you too baby, so, so much! Love to make that good pussy come!" panted Leif loudly.

She heard him panting, he withdrew a few times, buried his face in her hair, which she felt quickly grow moist, with his sweat, and he picked her up higher by wedging his fingers all in the intimate areas of her ass, his thumb in her anus, and pounded into her with joy several times as her hips jostled in the air.

"You've got the best damn pussy I ever had!" he groaned loudly, slapping her ass roughly a few times, then she saw him look down into her brown eyes as though he was dreaming before quickly rolling his eyes up in his head, and then she felt a river of warmth flow from his thick cockhead, and into her pussy, drizzling rapidly, satisfyingly down her thighs and into her ass crack as he held her in the air.

"I love your come inside me baby," she murmured huskily, as she felt his cock twitch, swell and grow even more with pleasure, awakening her own insides, giving her the itch to want to come again. It felt like he was almost swelling up clear under her heart and bathing her insides with his hot sticky love! 

"Mmm, me too, darling, me too," he grunted huskily, quickly putting her down on her feet.

"Good girl! You are such a good little lover, a wonderful fuck, far more than I ever thought you would be angel, you are making me a very happy husband, love you so much," he added, kissing her forehead. 

"I love you too Leify," she murmured bashfully. She felt so much love from him, and towards him, it made her feel shy in her heart, but it was a delightful feeling. 

He put his arms around her waist gently and wrapped her in a huge bear hug, kissing her forehead over, and over again dotingly. He pulled her tank shirt down gently over her stomach to cover Lynne. 

Feeling adored like that, the emotion was strong, for someone like Lynne who'd never felt like she belonged with her family, or in church. Her eyes filled with water, and she started to cry.

"I'm just happy," she half whispered, half whimpered.

"That's okay. I know what that's all about. I'm happy too. I used to hate the feeling, when I did it too much, and my cock felt sore, but now I want to lay around fucking you until it hurts when I come, I don't care, I just love being buried in your body, smelling your smell and the way you make me feel like your man, but also a new feeling, like you love me more the deeper I get, the more I get you to obey, because you want to be mine, and want me to be yours, it's the most beautiful shit I've ever felt, never thought fucking could be beautiful sweetheart," he added.

He stroked her hair.

"I do love you more, sometimes I swear Leif it feels like you aren't just penetrating my body, you're getting up into my heart, the rougher and dirtier it feels," she murmured sweetly.

She looked up at him adoringly. His pants were around his ankles and she wanted to help straighten him up and clean up his cock.

She wordlessly got down on her knees before him. She worshiped him. He was tender, and treated her like a princess. But despite how he pampered her, he knew how to deliver her masculine pleasure too. She was so happy she'd married him this afternoon. And he just would not let her suck his cock, he was worried so much about nutting before he got in her pussy lately, but she loved the feel of his dick in her mouth!

"I love your dick, it makes me feels so good, I just want to clean it and take care of it," moaned Lynne.

She plunged her mouth around the soft, meaty, thickness of his slowly softening cock.

"Angel! Sweetness! I love you so much!" was her man's hoarse cry, filled with sensual ecstasy, as he adoringly petted her cheek.

Was it any wonder why she wanted to please him, loved to suck his cock, and didn't mind if he banged her against the wall until her back ached?

She saw his anus throbbing with pleasure in the aftershock of their lovemaking, and she half wanted to explore it tenderly with her tongue, but she figured she'd try that later. 

She didn't answer just looked at him submissively. She liked being his angel, and his pet sometimes. She licked around under the head of his cock, cleaning the semen off that had dribbled down, and her own juices, lovingly. 

"Mmm, you're gonna make me go after you another round baby, fuck!" he cried, clawing his fingers in her hair.

Lynne liked having her hair pulled by her new husband! She loved the taste of them together, sweet, salty, and wild, and sucked, sucked, and sucked until she could taste no more evidence of the sweetness of their union and until she felt his cock was clean, and then started down towards the fluids that had leaked on his blonde, hairy balls.

"I'm just polishing my favorite toy," she said with a chuckle, making a playful impish joke, wanting to incite his adoration and make him laugh.

He chuckled hard, and Lynne's heart filled with the most special glow.

Then he started to groan as she licked and kissed and sucked his beautiful balls. She loved the way his balls smelled, it was like the essence of her man, and tasting it was getting that scent deep in her belly and her stomach got the butterflies. She lifted his balls and examined that web of skin between his balls and his buttocks.

It wasn't dirty from their fucking, but she still wanted to love on it, stuck her tongue out towards the web, and Leif almost banged into her face with his elbow, letting out a sound that was an amalgamation of joy, surprise, laughter, ticklishness, and confusion.

"Woman! No one ever touches me there baby not even me! Stop it! It feels weird," he added.

She looked up at him, and felt a little hurt, he'd never told her not to touch him anywhere before. But his eyes were loving and he stroked her chin dimple.

"Damn it you are the sweetest, most giving little wife in the whole world. I can wash that up later with some soap. You don't want to lick back there anyway princess. You might get a dingle berry surprise, and they won't taste good like your little dingle berries, so sweet on my tongue," he teased.

"I never had any dingle berries back there!" she cried shrilly and he motioned for her to get up off her knees while he collapsed against the wall with laughter.

She realized then he was baiting her to take the focus off of his own embarrassment that she'd made him feel weird, surprised pleasure, close to his ass. She'd never thought that he might have hang-ups about that area, but she decided not to push it right now. He was a man, and they often felt different about that area, she supposed. 

"I'm funning you. Teasing you, I know you are very clean back there, that's why I love to pleasure your anus. Let me clean you too," he added sweetly.

She stood obediently against the wall, purring with ecstasy and lifting her skirt high in the air as he parted her pussy lips wide with his tongue, starting his cleaning over her clit, vulva, and then swiping his wet come and her own fluids, dripping from her intimate expanse. The sucking sensation caused pleasure and heat to build and before she knew what she was doing she was gyrating against this face.

"Damn, so cute and nasty, every time my face gets down there, you think you should come don't you baby girl, just be still and let me clean you, it's not always about coming," he added playfully, stroking her from her clit to where he entered her with the broad pleasurable swaths of an adoring tongue, clearly trying to arouse her under the guise of cleaning her. 

She slapped the back of his head and looked down at him with playful anger.

"Well stop licking it like you know how I like to be licked when you go down on me," she added pouting.

He chuckled, and moaned, hush, pinching her ass apart, and not allowing her any modesty.

"You're filthy back here, because your thoughts are very dirty and you like a nice tonging out," he added plunging his tongue broadly inside.

"Oh! Oh fuck! Yeah, yeah baby it's filthy back there! I love you so much!" she cried shrilly pulling his dreadlocks.

He twirled his tongue down in her anus over and over, and over again while she gripped his shoulders for support. 

"Mmm, such a good girl for me, nice and clean little wifey, now give me a kiss, taste how good we taste together," he leered huskily after he stood up.

She couldn't even wait to kiss him, she smelled herself on his mouth, pussy, ass, and his own sweet, salty smell and the flavor of his come, and she couldn't wait to taste the comingling flavors. She groaned as she tasted the heat, the flavor, and the pearly texture of the physical evidence of their union. They tenderly passed it around between their two lips, twirling and lacing it between their two tongues, each of them moaning at the beauty of the pleasure of their unique flavor, nothing else in the world tasting like it, along with the filthiness of the act of eating a cream pie that they'd each never shared with another soul. It tasted like dessert to Lynne, an even higher form of the sloppy kisses they shared after oral sex and she couldn't wait to taste it again.

She swallowed the entire gift that he'd given her after he gently separated his lips from hers with the same eagerness her hubby swallowed his own gift from their union. 

Then they kissed again and she sighed contentedly against his chest.

"You were so good, your man can't wait to give you the rest of your presents! Told you there were a few more gifts inside for you. Come on and look at the rest of the house," he added dotingly, 

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Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 58



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Once again, he hadn't planned on fucking her against the wall, but he just could not help himself. She was adorable and sexy, and she'd tempted him showing him her damn sweet white cotton panties by mistake when she looked for the dropped contents of her purse. He didn't see how he'd be able to keep his hands off of Lynne even for a minute this honeymoon! He'd already fucked her twice before he'd planned it, he'd wanted to give his lovely wife a tour not only on the outside, but also the inside, then take her back to the bedroom, pour her a glass of wine and let her get comfortable in one of her little nighties, but he just couldn't help himself. 

One thing led to another, and before he knew it, he was smelling her, tasting her, and soon looking at her big beautiful eyes, full of joy, pleasure, and looking overwhelmed as he stuffed her full of his dick. Screwing her against the wall had been beyond a dream come true, and pleased him more than he could have ever fathomed, being able to give it to her hard like that, and having his woman literally climbing up the walls, gyrating her hips in circles as she held onto his waist with her thighs, and scratched his shoulders like a naughty surprised kitten was so sexy to him. He couldn't wait to do her again like that, and he would, but he decided he needed to give her a rest for now. 

She yawned adorably and rubbed her shoulders. He hadn't realized how hard he'd been thrusting her against the wall. She was probably sore.

"Oh Angel, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pound you so hard against the wall. You probably feel like you've had a workout huh?" asked Leif.

"In the best way possible, I never knew feeling exhausted from the inside out could also be so exhilarating," murmured Lynne yawning again, harder this time, and stretching.

He wondered if the sweet thing would make it through him showing her the rest of her presents without falling asleep.

"Well, don't get too sleepy, I've still got some more plans to enjoy you," he added stroking her nose.

"Come with me into the main part of the house," added Leif.

They'd been standing in the foyer of the nice cottage.

She leaned into him, his arm securely around her waist, almost to steady her. 

As he'd suspected when he dreamed about it before they were married, she was nearly woozy with her pleasure, walking around as though the good dick had made her tipsy. It was beyond adorable to him.

He couldn't wait to give her the next gift, and he knew she wouldn't think it was too corny. She was too sweet to think so, and he was so glad he'd saved his heart and love for a special woman he now called his wife. No need to be embarrassed that she'd reject even his most doting expressions of tender love.

"Oh Leif I love them!" she exclaimed. There were tears in her eyes.

On the couch he'd placed two bride and groom Teddy Bears. He'd tried heard to get this one right, he'd picked the bride teddy bear in a beige like shade he thought matched her complexion, going with a paler peach teddy bear for himself. He had them all dressed up in a tux for him, and a wedding gown for her. His little teddy bear had a dreadlock cap on his head, to represent his dreads.

She ran over to the couch to grab the bears.

"They are so cute! I love teddy bears," added Lynne.

"I know you do baby, I remember the fair, got you a little one then to replace the big one you gave to the little girl, being so sweet to her because she was crying. I mean, that one was just too damn big. I wanted to...to give you some bears so you could always remember our wedding day when you hold them, and stuff," said Leif.

"I will cherish them," said Lynne fingering them lovingly.

She sat on the couch and sat both bears in her lap and motioned for him. He sat down beside her, and she sweetly climbed in his lap.

"Good. When you...after you give me some little ones, I'll give you one bear for each of our babies, a girl if it's a girl, and a little boy bear if it's a boy, so you'll have a little teddy bear family to remind you of our little family. So...you can look at it and always be reminded that we are a family, and I cherish that. Really, really glad to be able to start a family with you," he added kissing her forehead.

"Well I'll be glad to be Mama bear too," she added playfully.

She yawned again.

"Looks like my little mama bear could use a nap. Big time," he added with a roguish chuckle.

"It's been a long drive," said Lynne.

"Yeah and then there was the fun against the wall," said Leif playfully, easing her feet into his lap and taking off her shoes.

"I'm going to give you a nice foot rub after I bring in all your shit. Know your feet are tired wearing such pretty heels all day for your man," said Leif.

"You are so damn thoughtful Leif. I'm excited to have these Teddy Bears. I know that no one can take these away now that I'm grown," said Lynne.

Leif looked at her, and he was astonished. He tried to hold back the worry in his glance, but he knew she was about to share a part of herself that was going to break his heart, and give him more insight as to her character, and where the hurts and pains were that he now had the privilege to soothe.

He felt a little anger rise in his heart and climb in his throat.

"You are damn right no one will take them away! If someone tries they'll have one angry as hell husband to content with," said Leif. 

He had fire in his eyes, but it wasn't for Lynne, it was for whoever, though he had already guessed, had taken away her stuffed animals as a child. 

"I know that won't happen now. I'm grown. But when I was younger, you know, a little girl, punishment meant, everything was taken out of my room but the bed. Anything that I loved, dolls, stuffed animals," said Lynne.

"Even books!" asked Leif, just completely blown away at the hell his little wife was coming from. 

"Hell yeah, especially books, I was a bookworm, so books were my escape. Unless it was a schoolbook, or something I needed for a project it all went in boxes. In the basement, until I'd served my punishments. Normally it was about two weeks, not much longer than that," said Lynne.

"Well thank God they only saw fit to take away a little girls teddy bears for two weeks. What in the hell kind of messed up shit is that Lynney, little girls love dolls and teddy bears for security. They could take your toys if you were bad, that's fair game, but not your teddy bears. We can't do that to our little ones, in the name of punishing them. Toys, games, are fair play but they can keep their stuffies, that's just crossing a mean line," said Leif.

His arms were folded. Frankly it didn't matter if she thought it was just or not, he'd fight her on this when they became parents, if she thought that style of parenting was normal, he'd never take stuffed bears away from a damn child, struggling for emotional security. Least of all, a child like Lynne if she was anything like the woman she'd grown up to become, just too harsh, to rob her of comfort like that! 

"I...I thought it was mean too! I'd never want to do that to our babies Leify. Hell no, I'm taking all the lessons that I have learned about shit I didn't want happening to me and I'm going to apply it to our babies. It was mean. But sometimes when I couldn't sleep if I missed my teddies I'd just roll up a blanket and pretend my blanket was a teddy bear so I could get off to sleep. I did okay," said Lynne.

"That is really some of the cruelest shit that I have ever heard. Well no wonder you enjoy so much playing, cartoons, teddy bears. No fucking wonder. You can have all the damn teddy bears you want! Shit baby, if I'd known, I'd given you twenty," said Leif. 

His voice was husky from trying to hold in his tears. The cruel surprises about the hell of her past just kept coming, and he was very glad that he'd opted to spoil her rotten this honeymoon with love in a home, so she could learn about their marital family unit, and they love they would share. He'd made the right, cozy choice in the Beach Cottage.

"That's okay. The greedy little girl in me would like all the Teddy Bears in the world to make up for the shitty childhood I had. But the grown woman in me likes the romantic theme. I do love the bears, I think they are adorable as hell, they even look like us. I look forward to getting a new installment each time I give you a little one. That will be how I'll get more teddies. I have more than enough for now," said Lynne.

She yawned.

She buried herself against his shoulder, sleepily cuddling her teddy bears.

She was so delightful, it was all he could do to pull himself away from her to bring the suitcases in, instead of cuddling his sleepy wife and her new teddy bears. He hadn't even shown her the rest of the house, but he'd worn her out so much. Leif got up to retrieve some of her many bags from the porch. 

He felt a manly surge of pride thickening under his heart, when he glanced over at her lovingly cuddling the bears and yawning into the couch after he'd brought a few of their bags into the foyer. 

"Here, let me pour you a little something. It'll help relax you more while I bring in the rest of your bags, not that you need it," said Leif playfully.

He went into the kitchen, poured her a rum and coke, heavy on the coke, and easy on the rum, since she was already sleepy. 

She accepted it gratefully. 

After he brought all the rest of her bags in the foyer, he walked towards the living room to find Lynne fast asleep with the teddy bear he'd given her to represent him clutched in her arms, nestled in her breasts.

He was already jealous of the damn bear. But he was glad to see her cuddling it so eagerly. Her holding it so tightly showed that it represented exactly what he wanted it to mean for her. Security, and love. Understanding that they were a family now, and one flesh and he'd always care for her, and in turn give her the emotional nourishment to care for their little ones. 

The rum glass had a lipstick print on it, but she'd been too tired to finish more than a few sips.

She was snoring!

His baby was knocked out, the good dick twice in five hours made her fall fast asleep. He knew he loved her when he wasn't disappointed that she had fallen so soundly asleep even with the beautiful sun on the pacific ocean, and the twilight about to set, he'd wanted her awake to show her what a great view they had of the ocean. He knew he adored her when he wasn't disappointed that he wasn't immediately getting to show her around the house, before beginning round three in the bedroom.

Lynne was tired out! They'd been up early for the wedding, partying through the reception, driving to the honeymoon, getting side swept in a storm, and doing greedy, athletic fucking against the wall. 

No wonder she was exhausted.

And the rest of the treats, and presents he had for her, he could wait until she finished her adorable nap. There was one thing missing though, and that was that, he wanted to hold her. He loved Lynne too much to simply stare at her blissfully sleeping body.

He needed to be close to her and hold her.

He went back to the bedroom first, which he couldn't wait to show her, and found his baby a blanket. He walked back out to the living room. He debated about bringing her back to the bedroom and placing her on their honeymoon bed, but he decided against it, as she was sleeping so peacefully and he did not want to disturb her.

Instead, he put the blanket over her adoringly, making sure she was covered from her neck to her feet, and swooped behind her to cuddle her, and allow her to use his chest as her pillow. She murmured, snuggled into him deeper, and threw her head back, mouth open, deep in slumber, soon, drooling a small puddle on his chest, and it was all he could do not to chuckle with wonder. The teddy bear was cuddled between them. He could already imagine giving her a baby, and cuddling their toddler between their two bodies. He hoped it was rambunctious like he had been, but with that playful mischievous way that Lynne had. 

He loved her being so peaceful and sleeping so soundly she was slobbering on him. It was cute, and funny and he was definitely going to tease her when she woke up. He knew he was mad for her, when he wasn't mad at her, that she was asleep, and they wouldn't be enjoying another sex session for a while with the marvelous way she was learning to fuck! 

It wasn't long and Leif was rocking her in his chest. There was no need to rock her as he held her, she was already asleep, but it just felt so damn good, as she held him, even in her sleep, and she'd forgotten about the teddy bear, it was crushed between their two bodies but she was no longer holding onto it, and he was glad he hadn't had to get jealous of the teddy bear he'd gotten her of his likeness. 

What he hadn't been counting on was falling asleep holding Lynne. He wound up spooning her, and fell asleep hard. When he woke up, she was laying on her stomach, clutching a couch cushion with both hands, drooling on the white blanket. 

The print under the pure white blanket of her perfect bubble butt was irresistible, and he quickly peeled off the blanket, hoping the draft would not awaken Lynne. He just liked to watch her when she was asleep sometimes. He'd taken to doing it sometimes since they'd become a couple, and it always filled him with love. 

Her skirt had risen up, showing the plump globes of her buttocks. His eyes traveled down her soft, shapely legs.

Damn it, he'd just felt like she'd drained all the ejaculate out of his body before his nap, and now his hard cock began to tingle again. He wanted her so much.

He was still wearing her panties as a necklace. He buried them around his nose as though they were a gas mask, inhaling.

His eye traveled down her delicate thigh, and on to perfect pink, painted toenails.

She was so tiny and angelic to him. She also snored and drooled to beat the band. That made him chuckle with love when he thought of her, and he knew he was gone, just sickly in love with her! There was something so vulnerable and innocent about his sleeping new wife, her mini rising so high in the air, her buttocks and pussy were exposed to his loving glance. And even, that she felt safe enough to let her skirt ride up, even if she was asleep and show her pussy and ass.

He knew he was a dog, but he was only a dog for her, and he wanted to smell her now, he knew the smell was lovely and ripe with their bodies comingling. 

God! She was sweet to him, slobbering and drooling and clutching a pillow, but he wanted more fun, he knew he was an ass, but he buried his nose between her own two ripe cheeks, just smelling and groaning.

The smell of their loving on her body was intoxicating. He parted her ass cheeks with his thumb, he couldn't help it, and he saw remnants of his cum lining her pussy. He knew he'd cleaned her off good with his lips, licking and sucking but apparently he hadn't gotten it all, and more of his cum was leaking out of her opening, she was marked by him. He'd marked his territory, and she was his. His to love, and his to fuck. The idea of his cum still running in her pussy even as he thought he'd cleaned it all away fascinated him. He wanted to be buried in her and printed in her all week long! He loved all the parts of her, beige, and brown, and pink and primal and raw! 

His cock thickened in his surf shorts.

"My sweet baby, I hate to awaken my sleeping beauty," he murmured under his breath, and before he even knew what he was doing, he'd spread her pussy apart with both thumbs, licking out and cleaning up more of the pearly evidence of their union, from inside her pussy.

Apparently he'd woken Lynne up, who let out a loud-

"Umph!" 

Her pleasured moan, even at being awaken dead from sleep made his cock simply throb with need.

"It's okay baby, I just want to taste you. You can even go back to your nap if you want, I know you are sleepy, I can give you sweet dreams while you come, and I clean out more of my mess inside you," he murmured huskily in that sweet, loving tone he got when they had late night sleepy sex. 

Knowing that she was sleepy and vulnerable but enjoying his explorations heightened his arousal. How far they'd come! This was a woman who had been scared to kiss him, and terrified of his cock.

"Mmm...I can wake up for you baby..." murmured Lynne huskily.

She started to clutch the arm of the couch as though she was about to lift herself, and turn over.

"No...no...stay there sexy, I love to look at you from behind," he groaned.

Now he pinched her ass apart and went straight for the naughty hole that was driving Lynne so crazy lately.

"Ugh! Fuck! I love you back there!" she whimpered.

In truly intoxicating fashion, Lynne woke up and leaned over the arm of the couch so far he had to balance himself over the middle of the couch to make sure they didn't make it lean too far to one side.

Then she parted her legs to him shamelessly, squatting like a novice stripper poised to ride on the arm of the couch as he rimmed her anus until she exploded in ecstasy.

Leif, never one to disappoint the love of his life gripped her lovingly by her waist, and teased her with his tongue, pressing it as deeply as he could muster in her tight, hot anus, as it quivered in the beginning strains of ecstasy.

Leif removed his tongue for a moment. 

"Tell me...tell your husband what a naughty wife you are," he whispered his hot breath tickling her anus.

"Sounds like you're the one who was naughty, you messed with me while I was sleeping and stuck your tongue in my pussy," said Lynne, stifling a yawn, and a chuckle. 

"Such a little smart ass! Shouldn't look so damn cute, and like my naughty angel with my cum dribbling down your filthy little backside. Dirty wives get what they deserve, if you're dirty let me know so I can keep tonging you out, otherwise, you can get back to your nap," he added teasingly.

He loved the games they played and teasing her to get her to admit her ravenous sexual appetite despite being shy was one of the things that made his dick glow. He loved that she had such strong needs, and he thought it was adorable that she was shy and liked getting her to own up to the wonderful, sexual creature that she was.

"I...I'm a dirty girl, only for you Leify. Yes, I'm a dirty wife," she added huskily.

It was as though she was trying on a part of her new identity and learning that being dirty for him was a good thing, and something to be proud of, not anything to feel shame over anymore.

"Yeah, you are a dirty little cutie, so spread it for me!" he added slapping her ass.

"Leify!" she shrieked grabbing her butt.

He thought he'd carried it too far and started to sweeten it up again.

But, then she got a lighthearted chuckle like she was tickled and she liked their little game.

His heart filled up with so much love for her trusting him so much in spite of her painful upbringing and the twisted things she was taught about sex to make her ashamed that his eyes filled with water.

He thought that he'd be finally free of feeling so love sick for her when they were fucking, but he realized in her glittering laughter that it was the tender love he felt for her that helped her to grow up, be a big girl, and play grown up games with her loving husband!

He chuckled too, his eyes filled with water, voice filled with husk, and half wondered if she had tears in her eyes too. The loving emotions while he tongue fucked her ass embarrassed him with their intensity.

He grunted and bent her over into the couch further, playfully nipping at both her cheeks, while she yelped a little bit.

Then she opened her ass by opening her thighs, whimpering as he pressed his tongue deeply inside, and thrashed it about mightily while his cock frothed with pre-cum.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 58



"Oh Leify, I love you baby," she moaned.

He saw one hand reach up under her skit and start to rub and play with her tight, juicy pussy lips. Leif loved how free she was with him, enjoyed watching her masturbate her body under her skirt while he delighted her sensitive ass with his tongue.

"Baby, Baby, please fuck me, I want to again," whimpered Lynne.

She sounded so fucking spoiled and adorable to Leif. It was like his madly thrusting cock was her favorite new toy.

But when she whimpered like that, and now-

"Please, please baby give me some more dick, I love your dick I can't stand it," squirming at the heat of his tongue and he saw her reach down and curve her finger within herself, doubtlessly trying to get close to her g-spot and relieve that itch that needed scratching, he let out a low groan, as he saw her finger dip languidly and sensually into herself, but he knew that her pussy needed pleasure in a spot her fingers could not quite reach.

Leif let out another low groan. Lynne was sexy as hell, and if he was going to content her with his cock, she'd need to be quiet. Each time she talked his cock throbbed and there was more precum on his shorts with that sexy voice of hers.

So here they were, at it again for the third time fucking today, and no where near their honeymoon bed or the hot, racy scenario he had planned for the first night in their marital bed, but it seemed he couldn't keep his hands of the sexy little minx just long enough for them to even make it to the bedroom, or even into the rest of the house.

But this was what he'd dreamed of when he spotted her in the bar, that they'd share a maddening chemistry and sexual attraction to one another.

"I can be good, or be bad, if you want, just let me have it, I need it in my belly," murmured Lynne huskily.

She was growing increasingly spoiled and he lived to please her but he needed her to keep quiet. He caught a whiff of the panties over his nose. He remembered them, dangling sensuously around his neck, from where she'd handed them to him at his request before they went in the house.

Then he remembered all the times he'd threatened to gag her with those cute, white sexy things.

Damn Lynney! He had the perfect way to shut up his new sexy little bride, so she'd stop moaning and groaning and he could give her some damn cock, without coming too fast! 

Damn it she was so hot and raring to go with barely any foreplay.

He slid down his beach shorts, and she heard the nylon rustling and she really started to squirm all around now.

She was on her knees with both hands planted on the couch arm, and he flung his shorts, and his boxers in the floor. Lynne still had on her skirt, and tank shirt, her skirt hiked naughtily around her waist.

The visual was incredible to him, her taut pussy, and juicy ass from behind, along with her sensuous legs. Her pouty, juicy mouth and that cherub beige skin. Luminous doe eyes peered sensually into his own as he scooped her up around her waist from behind, he was thankful for the mirrors that flanked everywhere in this cottage, including directly across from her, as he saw her beautiful beige body swallowed up in his hairy tan embrace.

He pushed her forward a bit roughly.

"You want your husband don't you sweet thing you," he growled huskily.

She reached for his cock, and he bit her ear.

"No...no cock until husband says you can," he murmured teasingly. He let just the tip of his cock circle her clitoris.

"Mmm...baby okay...okay...what do I have to do..." she moaned feverishly, panting and moaning.

It was cruel to draw it out, but she made him feel like such a king. He'd never had a woman act so feverishly for him before, and he knew it was because she loved him. Men who fucked without loving the women were missing out on all the fun.

Those big brown eyes peering with worshipful love into his own.

"Never keep you waiting, give you all the cock you want all honeymoon long. But you need to keep quiet," he added swiftly removing the panties from around his neck and bringing them up to her lips.

Lynne looked at the two of them in the mirror, naughtily for a second, and like the true sex pot wife that she was, luridly licked the crotch as he fed her, her very own panties.

She then opened her mouth and accepted them as a gag to chew on and keep quiet.

He was so aroused by the sight of his innocent wife submissively chewing on her panties to keep quiet at his behest that he reached up behind her, squeezed her close to him, kissed the crown of her hair, murmuring his love for her, and plunged his cock deep in her heavenly depths.

This time, he heard a muffled moan through the wet, fragrant panties stuffed in her mouth, but more his own sounds this time, instead of her sensual feminine screams, he heard his own masculine bellow of pleasure.

Once again, he got his knees underneath of her, her knees draped outside of her like they were praying, so he could really take his little wifey on a ride.

He groaned with pleasure as her tight pussy vulgarly slurped in his cock and made that delightful sucking noise that embarrassed her, that he loved.

He looked down into her big brown eyes in the mirror with his own fiery blue eyes.

"Mmm...sweetness you feel so good...maybe now that I've got that sexy mouth quiet I can last longer," he added huskily, reaching between their two bodies and authoritatively slapping her ass.

She looked positively lovesick at him in the mirror, looked at him with sweet submission and nodded. He was head over heels in love with her at that point, mercy, she was everything sweet, good, tempestuous and naughty all blended into this delightful confection he could not get enough of.

But the heart sick feelings were nearly embarrassing and he held her hard by her stomach, then forcing her over into doggy style and starting to pound into her roughly from behind, as though, the more he climbed within his wife, and the deeper he could tunnel, the more he could make sense of the adoration in his heart.

Lynne's eyes grew wider with each thrust, and he saw tiny tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes and he worried, even despite how pleasurable the clutches of her pussy felt around his cock that he was going too hard for her, but the panties dropped out of her mouth and she whimpered-

"Harder Leify, Harder," 

And he said stoically,

"Yes baby, I will baby, put the panties back in...gonna nut, listening to your cute voice," and she picked up her panties as a gag toy.

But, inside, he felt nearly chocked up with joy and buried knee deep in pleasure, so much joy it was hard to focus, and not nut too fast! 

He grinded her into the couch, got them in doggie again, his stomach on her back to quell some of her sensual movements that made him want to bust a nut too soon. He wanted his sweetie going first. 

He found her gspot, and nestled up to it with his cock head.

"That's my sweet wifey's spot huh, the one that drives her mad right," he panted in her ear.

He pulled her hair back so he could take a nice long bite and suck of her ear, then reached between their bodies, rubbing her cute little muffin and clitoris, hoping that he was giving her more joy than when she diddled between her legs when he toyed with her anus with his tongue.

He heard passionate moaning through the panty gag, then looked down at Lynne and her eyes were rolled up, far in her head.

So he knew he was on the right spot.

And right at the perfect timing he snatched the panties out of her surprised lips.

"Baby, Baby, I'm coming so hard!" she cried shrilly as though even she was surprised as the strength of her come, taken aback, and intimidated.

She clutched her hands together and made fists and he thought it was adorable, seeing her own sexual joy filled him with these sweet loving emotions.

He kissed the back of her neck.

"I know you came so hard, and good, now lay down so I can get mine. Panties back in mouth," He groaned getting them off the armrest and making her lay over the armrest in a doggy position. 

He reached his hands up under her tank shirt, squeezing both of her small perky tits, hard.

There were more moans from Lynne through her panty clad mouth and he was glad he silenced her somewhat so he could think clearly and not get distracted and carried away by the sounds of her voice, and coming to quick. 

He just felt how tight, velvety, and juicy her pussy was, like hot wet silk, and a thousand tiny mouths kissing his cock and sucking the orgasm out of him. Then he buried his face into her neck and thought about how soft and sweet she was, and how much his heart throbbed with love the same way his dick did, and he thrusted in her hard, causing her cute ass to bump in the air and tickle his balls which made him grunt and chuckle with husky pleasure. He swore each time he banged into her, felt her leap forward, and felt his balls naughtily slap her ass, it was in time to his heartbeat, which was thrumming like mad.

Then he felt his pulse quicken, his cock lengthen and grow to thick hardness he thought was nearly impossible.

"Fuck Lynney, Fuck, I love you baby girl!" he cried, her pussy weakening him, milking out his come again for the third time that day, each pulse of his thick runny come into her pussy taking his breath away.

He was glad he hadn't come for five days before his wedding day. While each cum was not as strong as the first, they all felt marvelous like the way it felt when Lynne scratched a desperate itch in the middle of his back, that only she could reach.

She looked at their reflections in the mirror next to the couch, beaming with pride. Desire to please her man. Big angel eyes peered into his, yawned, and asked sleepily-

"Can I have another cuddle?" 

It made his voice choke up with emotion. She'd been a submissive little angel to him, let him take her as rough and hard as he'd wanted and even wore her cute dirty panties as a gag.

Of course, she didn't need to ask him for a cuddle.

"Lynney being my wifey means you don't ever have to ask for a cuddle again sweetheart, you can have all the cuddles you want just lay right up under my heart whenever you want," he added kissing the crown of her hair.

He quickly buried her into the shelter of his arms, but that was so she couldn't see his tears. Cute little thing was starving for the love a husband could bring and she was about to get her craving satisfied ten fold.

He couldn't wait to show her the rest of what he'd planned for her. But as soon as he looked down to ask her if she wanted to see the rest of the house, she was fast asleep in his arms, against his chest again.

He hadn't expected he'd fall asleep so hard too!

When he opened his eyes, the panoramic view of the stunning pacific ocean had been replaced with twinkling stars. Damn! They'd slept for several hours. 

But there was still time to give Lynney a few more of her presents, before they said goodnight.

He gently pushed on her shoulder.

"Lynney...Sweetie...wake up darlin'," he added with a whisper. 

He hated to awaken her, but he at least wanted her to be able to get changed out of her honeymoon clothes, and in some comfy pajamas, sleeping peacefully in the bed so that she did not get a kink in her neck, or a cramp in her back, he'd already banged her half to death against the wall, and the couch earlier, her body would be sore in the morning if she wasn't already. 

"Shit! What time is it, I slept so long," she murmured sleepily, rubbing her eyes. 

"Almost time for bed now sweet," he murmured lovingly, looking at her tenderly in the moonlight. 

Lynne sat up, wrapping herself tighter in the blanket.

"You covered me again? No wonder I slept so snuggly. Leif you are so sweet. I'm sorry I slept so long," she murmured throwing her arm around his neck and kissing his cheek.

"Baby that's alright. I know you are tired now that I've turned you into a grown woman. Pleasing a horny groom is a lot of work. Plus, we had a wedding and a long road trip. I understand if you're tired. Got a few more surprises for you, and wanted to show you more of the house, and I'll tuck you in, but first let me get all that damn drool," he murmured playfully brushing her chin dimple with loving fingers.

Her giggle made his heart flutter.

"Leify there's more gifts? I can't imagine more presents. I'm just in love with these teddy bears. And I'll be happy when we add on to them, hopefully one boy and one girl," she added smiling at him.

"Yeah there's more. Come on over here," said Leif, and he stood up, ushering her in front of the panoramic windows, with their perfect view of the Pacific Ocean, and a small telescope.

"I just wanna...here Lynney," said Leif handing Lynne a small card in the moonlight.

"What is this?" asked Lynne.

Suddenly he felt a little bashful. What if she thought it was corny.

"It's umm...well...I thought that I wanted you to always know that no matter where you are...I'll always be there for you...to love you...to guide you...to give you what you need. I just don't like thinking about you sent all out there on your own by your family like that...because you didn't believe...and because you loved me Lynney. I just wanted you to see in the deepest, truest way possible that I belong to you, and I will be there for you until the end of time. I don't know...I don't know about the after life, don't know about heaven or hell, or what will happen...but I know this, this shit I feel for you is as eternal as a star in the sky. Wanted to give you a piece of my heart, and for you to know, even if I'm not sitting right beside you, anytime you feel alone or afraid, you can reach for me...and feel the light of my love...do you understand?" he added.

He'd fiddled enough with the telescope so that what he wanted her to view as in focus.

"Yeah, Yeah I understand. I feel the same for you and I..."

"Shhhh...this is one thing where you don't have to reciprocate. Let me love and protect you, because I love you and that's what a husband wants to do for a wife. It's what your family should have done for you, but I'm oh so happy I get to show you the right way baby. A lot of guys, they buy one of these star thingies, and they name it after their wife and they give it to her, to show how their wife has lit up their life. I wanted to do it different. Named the star Leif. And it's yours now, and when you look up at the heavens you love so much on a starry, clear night, you'll know that I'll always love you and watch over you, even if I'm not right next to you at the moment," said Leif.

"Oh hell, that's the most beautiful shit anyone has ever done for me! And I thought the wedding was a treat. This is all a woman really wants, and it is why I couldn't wait to become your wife. A woman wants to feel safe with her man. Well, this woman does. I feel like I can tell you everything and it's okay. Like I can be who I am and it's okay. Or even like, I can mess up and it's okay. And not only is it okay, but you'd rather cut off your own arm than hurt me. Sure you'll hurt me sometimes, and I'll hurt you, because no lovers are perfect, even lovers who love deeply like us, but you never want to hurt me is the point, just like I never mean to hurt you. You want me to feel good with you, and safe. That's part of why you married me. Whenever we are together, or even the rare times when we are apart, I can look up at the sky and know you are watching over with me, with your love," said Lynne.

"That's, exactly it. I...I couldn't have said it better princess," he added adoringly smoothing her hair.

"Show me which one to look at, the one that is you," she said.

She stood her body between him, and the telescope, standing on his feet and he held her gently around her waist.

"The coordinates are on the card, I'll help you find it. Let's use the coordinates," said Leif.

She read him each coordinate, and her voice was hoarse with emotion.

It took him a few minutes to line up his star in the telescope. 

"Got him. There's Leif right there for you! I'll bring my telescope back to New York with us if I can get it in my suitcase, and we'll set it up so you can find it at home too," he added giving her the telescope for her to see "him" though the viewfinder. 

"It's beautiful! I love it! It's bright like you are. Well I guess the only thing that is missing is your Lynne star. To come our first anniversary," said Lynne with a playful chuckle.

"Awww, sweetie, you don't have to get me one because I got you one, but I already can't wait to celebrate our first. But we're getting ahead of ourselves. Let's get you tucked in. I heard you yawn again," he added protectively nudging her chin dimple.

"Come on, I'm not that sleepy yet. I know you want to do it again!" said Lynne stifling another yawn.

"Now I know you like my sleepy sex, but I want a bit more participation on my honeymoon than your sweet sleepy sex. You've performed nicely today little wifey, but I expect much more tomorrow. I'll go easy on you tonight. It's been a long day. And you really need to rest, I can tell how exhausted you are. Thought I might give you a Bubble bath before we said good night. I want to put you to bed really nice like I promised you a few days ago," murmured Leif with a sweet and husky cadence.

"Got a few little surprises for you in the bedroom too," he added with a grin.

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Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 59



Dear Readers,

Thank you for sticking with this story. I know that some of you feel that the story is long, but I wanted to send these two off with a proper honeymoon where they get to finally enjoy all the passion that two people can share to make it worth the time you have invested in reading about their courtship. 

Your comments and emails motivate me and inspire me to continue writing until I feel that these two are finished on their journey.

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Lynne yawned, stretched, and leaned up and kissed Leif. He was spoiling her rotten with love. The star, the rosebush, all those treats for her to play with, the swing, the trampoline, the outdoor shower, everything planned with love and care so she could see what it was like to be a part of her very own loving family. 

He slapped her rear playfully.

"Let me show you the rest of the house," said Leif.

Her thigh and ass muscles were sore from thrusting so vigorously and she blushed at the memories and heat that flew to her face.

"This is a cottage, so there are not a ton of rooms, but it's nice enough. You know we have the Pacific Ocean view. There's a great balcony here. We can sit out here and read, have some beer, smoke a little grass, have a little nookie. Not much we can see out there in the dark, but I'll take you out in the morning," added Leif huskily.

He very gently led her by her arm through the house. Next they had a kitchen, with nicely appointed stainless steel appliances, granite countertops and heated marble floors. Lynne noticed and commented on how warm the tile was, she never felt such warm tile, and that was when he told her that the bathrooms, and the kitchen had heated marble flooring.

He showed her the mudroom.

"They've got all kinds of toys for us here. Two fishing rods if you wanna be my little fisher lady like I asked you to be during my bachelor party. A paddleboat, awesome shit! There's also some surfboards here. So if you wanna be my little dudette, I can teach you how to surf," he added with a smile.

"Oh Leify, I don't know...I can swim, but I don't like to be deep in the water. When we'd go swimming with the church youth group, my ex used to lead me out to the deep end, but then he'd swim far away from me, and I would be so nervous. I'm only a passable swimmer. But he said I'd never learn to be a really good swimmer if I always wanted someone to be close to in the deep end, I wouldn't learn to swim well independently, and I guess he was right, because I'm still chicken, and even though I can swim, I don't like being anywhere that my feet can't touch the ground," said Lynne.

"Wow, I can't believe he did that shit. Just everyday it seems I find out something that shocks the hell out of me, and I can't believe how mean it is, it makes me so sad, mad, and then want to rearrange someone's stupid face, damn it those men you were around before," said Leif shaking his head. 

"I wasn't trying to bring you down, I was just saying that I always wanted to see you surf, I think it's cool but maybe I can watch from afar, because I'm not really keen on the deep water," added Lynne.

"You don't ever bring me down. I want you to share your whole heart with me baby doll, how can I know what is broken, and what needs care if you bottle it all up inside. Telling me that was absolutely the right thing. I'm glad I'm here to cherish you. If you...yeah...getting abandoned in the pool when learning the deep end is not a good thing. If it weirds you out too much we don't have to go surfing, you can build a sandcastle and watch me. But I think this would be a good bonding experience for us. Get you some nice memories associated with the ocean. I will never lead you anywhere that you can't grab my hand until I'm sure you are ready for me to let go. That's in the water, and that's in life," he added.

He cuddled her.

She stood on his feet and buried herself in his chest and the next thing she felt was kisses to the crown of her hair.

"You're safe now Lynney. You are so safe. Maybe we'll do some sandcastles first and if you feel really brave, maybe a little swim lesson with your husband, maybe some surfing. But...I'm not impatient, and I will not leave you when you are not ready to handle it. I want you to have a lot of fun with me and feel so safe and loved. You decide when you are ready to let go of my hand. Just like with sex, you decided when you were ready to share your body with me intimately and I protected you and was gentle with you the whole time. I would be the same with you in the water. I will protect you with every breath I have in me. You'll always have your husband's love," he added.

His voice was husky. He squeezed her as hard as he squeezed her when they'd fucked on the couch hours ago. He loved her with that same intensity whether he was inside of her or not. It was bright and beautiful and she felt warm and tingly in her stomach like the rum and coke he'd given her earlier. She could trust Leif. Trust him with everything, any dark secret, anything that was scary or had caused her pain, just like her man trusted her. 

"I love you Leify," she added and her voice was husky with emotion.

He stroked her chin dimple and kissed her cheek.

She saw nothing but love in his eyes, and tenderness for her.

"I...I think we should...go surfing...whatever day you want...I'd like to learn from you. You've been such a loving teacher, in the bedroom and outside it," she added sweetly.

"So you're gonna be my surfer chick now huh? You're on baby girl, give me some," he added playfully giving her a high five.

She grinned at him. She knew if Leif gave her his long, husky guitar playing fingers and she could hold his hand, she could do anything.

"Let's see the rest of the house. Still a few more rooms. They got this den, game room. And we are not spending a lot of time in here you little nerd with this ocean front cottage, but I checked it out and they do have some games, so maybe, if it rains, we can play a game or two," said Leif with a chuckle.

"You just don't want me to kick your ass, just like everyday at home," said Lynne with a wry chuckle.

"I just know I'm gonna be slapping that ass," said Leif swatting her ass several times, and she yelped and squealed and started running ahead of him, past the all the mirrors lining the hallway.

"Hold on, not the bedroom yet...let me show you the bathroom first, said Leif, running ahead of her, and backing her up a few paces into the bathroom.

"I've got presents for you in the bedroom, don't go in there yet," he added looking at her with a sweet but sheepish grin.

"I've got a present for you too Leify...I can't wait to give it to you," said Lynne, beaming at him.

She couldn't wait to give him his present, and she looked at him sweetly.

"Well, me first...because the honeymoon is the time for the groom to spoil his bride. I want you to have a look at this bathroom. This shit is amazing. One day Lynney, after the Dutchies hit it big, or I cut loose and do my solo, guitar album, I and I hit the big leagues, I'm gonna get you some shit like this," said Leif.

"Damn!" exclaimed Lynne.

This bathroom, the only bathroom in the two-bedroom cottage was a decadent playground for sensual lovers. Lynne imagined that the couple that Leif had rented this cottage from must have been huge sexual freaks, and she was so glad they'd allowed him to use this space.

The heated marble floors were back, just like in the kitchen, in a terracotta color. There were mirrors throughout the entire bathroom, from floor to ceiling. If they were back at home, Lynne might have been slightly annoyed at having mirrors from every direction to show case whenever she got a zit, but here, as a honeymoon playground, she found the mirrors intoxicating. Maybe she should bring the theme back home and redecorate their apartment bathroom with more mirrors. 

There was even a huge mirror plastered over the floor near the Jacuzzi. Just thinking about that mirror on the floor, directly overhead, and all the mirrors all around them sent a shiver through Lynne full of dirty thoughts, thinking of how she'd be able to see him pummel her with his cock in ways she'd never before dreamed.

Sexy!

There was a five-piece bath. Lynne loved bathrooms!

She squealed.

"This is the best bathroom!"

"I know baby, I know. I know you love bathrooms. I see the things you bookmark online. I know what you want for most of the rooms of our dream house, just based on that Dwell magazine you read. And hell baby, I'm gonna get that shit for you too," said Leif sticking his chest out like a proud peacock.

"Hell all you have to do is be there for me Leif. That's all I want. We can work on getting what we need together. I've had everything, but it doesn't mean shit if there's not love there," said Lynne.

Leif looked at her and grinned.

"I agree baby girl. And that's why you'll have both as soon as you can. My tender love always, and some nice things too. But love always first," said Leif.

Lynne folded him into her arms and kissed his cheek.

She loved his talk of permanency like that!

"Look at the shower," said Lynne, her voice catching on another scream.

This was another variation on the marble earth theme. There was a shower seat, and luxurious pulsating showerhead. Lynne had already conjured up some naughty fantasies of what to do with the shower seat, Leif, and the pulsating showerhead.

Her nipples hardened.

"How about a shower," she leered huskily.

Leif chuckled.

"We're getting ahead of ourselves baby. I told you I wanted to give you a nice bubble bath. We can shower later on; we'll need to get cleaned up plenty of times, because we'll be fucking all da long. I'm gonna run you a bath, and I want you to tell me just how you like it. Temperature, and all that shit," said Leif.

He started the water, and had Lynne dangle her finger, and her toe under it. He didn't want the water too hot for her, and he figured both would give her a good gauge.

How he spoiled her!

Content that the water was filling the tub and at the appropriate temperature, he went back to the bedroom, and when he returned to the room, he had rose petals, which he scattered over the surface of the water.

He took just a small cap full of bubble bath and turned on the Jacuzzi jets. 

Lynne let out a tiny sigh. The water looked so inviting.

He read her mind.

He opened the Linen closet and handed her a big, fluffy white towel, and kissed her forehead.

"Now, I want you to go ahead, and get naked, and sit your sexy ass down in that water for me, while I go fix us a few drinks," he added, kissing her forehead, with a playful slap to her bottom.

Lynne slipped out of her skirt, and tank shirt and slunk down into the water, which was now heated, steamy and full of bubbles.

She let out a moan as she slid into the water, it felt so good, hot and relaxing after such a long day getting married, celebrating, and contorting her body in delicious positions for fucking. 

Leif returned with two classes of liquor, filled with ice-cubes, and a small box. Another present. He was spoiling her.

"Leify, what's in the box? Another gift? You're spoiling me, and still haven't let me give you your gift yet!" said Lynne.

She was pouting. She wanted to reward her king with his gift. He however, misread her pouting to read that she wanted to know what was in the gift. 

"Awww...you're so cute when you pout. You're so nosey. In time sweetness. In time. You'll get your present from your husband in time. When you're a good wifey, and settle down, you'll get your gift. But let's have a drink first," he added playfully, tickling her chin dimple with a loving thumb. 

He handed Lynne her drink first. She took a sip of it. It was another rum and coke, but this one was a little stronger, it burned her throat, and nose, and she coughed a few times before chuckling, and playfully holding her nose while downing more of it fast. 

She knew he handed her the wrong drink on accident, which made her laugh. It also made her feel a little light headed. Woosy. Tipsy in a good way. 

"Aaahh! You're such a sweet baby. That's the wrong one. That's mine. You can't handle it girl," he added playfully after sipping the one still on the tray.

The one still on the tray, he switched with her.

This one was much sweeter, more coke than rum based. She could tell it was the drink he'd meant to give her. 

Leif also handed her a fresh rose, he'd picked the thorns off of, from the rose bush.

"Another flower, for my flower, from your live bouquet," he added playfully.

"You're so sweet," murmured Lynne. She leaned over and kissed him, grabbed him by his dreadlocks a bit.

She wanted him in the water with her, but he had other ideas. 

"Say, my drinks not sweet enough Lynney," murmured Leif huskily, and Lynne looked at him inquisitively.

Leif fished an ice cube delicately out of his glass.

He put it up to her lips, tracing the outline of her lips before indulging her in a tender kiss.

He plopped the cube he'd traced with her lips back into the glass.

"There, the drink should be sweeter now," he crooned huskily.

Lynne chuckled.

"You're such a player. I can see how you wooed all the ones before me," said Lynne.

Leif look playfully wounded.

"I'm never playing with you darlin'. That's not very nice, but I'll ignore it because your skin is so soft and sexy," he added huskily. 

Then he traced the curve of her neck with another ice cube.

Lynne shivered with pleasure. Then she moaned when he followed up the coolness of the ice-cube tracing with his hot breath on her neck.

"Mmm, your natural skin smells so good, you don't even need a bath babe, maybe I should take you out of the water and lay you on the floor and fuck you..." He murmured tracing over her shoulder blades first with the ice-cube, then with his tongue.

"Leify, that might not be a bad idea baby..." panted Lynne.

Her voice caught on a groan at the pleasure of him licking her shoulder blades. 

She Leaned up as though she wanted to get out of the water, she felt so eager for him on top of her, fucking her hard, they hadn't done that yet, the traditional style, missionary which she knew would be delicious when she looked in his eyes.

She just had sex on the brain.

However, Leif took her leaning upwards in the water as an invitation to toy with her ass. 

"Oh, so that's what my kinky wife wants huh? Some more back door attention?" he crooned sultrily.

He started tracing her spine with the ice cube, chasing the beads of water that he left behind with kisses and licks, the contrast of the cool cube, and then the heat of his kisses and licking tongue drove her crazy.

She leaned over the edge of the Jacuzzi, and got an exquisite view of herself with her mouth slung open in ecstasy. Then she started tracing her own nipples, still looking down at her reflection on the mirror beside the Jacuzzi, and the image of Leif behind her, tenderly poised to bathe her.

"Such a natural little freak, didn't need hardly any training at all, so sexy, your husband loves you," he groaned, sucking one of her nipples as she released it, and soon, replacing it with the cool ice-cube, and Lynne whimpered with sheer pleasure.

She liked to have her nipples pinched, and flicked and teased with the cold temperature extreme. She felt a tingling in her pussy that needed release.

Leif groaned, and she saw his cock begin to swell upwards in his surfer shorts. He continued languidly kissing down the curve of her spine, and Lynne lifted herself higher and higher out of the water, baring her two luscious bottom globes to him, still damp with water and kissed with bubbles.

"Nice. You stick that juicy little thing right in my face where you want it now. Is that why it's so plump and juicy? Does it want to be teased by me and that's why you call my attention to it?" he asked with a playful chuckle.

She felt the cool ice cube circling both the globes of her ass.

Meanwhile she felt another sensation, his hot mouth licking, kissing, and biting the back of her kneecaps. She couldn't decide which sensation to focus on, so she just turned to jelly.

She shook with so much pleasure she wanted to climb back in the water to stabilize her body.

Then she looked over at him lustily...she changed her mind that fast...that heated marble flooring looked like just what she needed to lay on to cool their hot bodies off.

Just when she thought that she was ready to step out of the water, she felt him tickling her ass crack with the ice-cube.

It was cold and she let out a sound halfway between a whimper and a chuckle which must have excited Leif. He gripped her firmly around her waist.

He gently nudged her anus with the ice-cube. It was cold, and hard, and the sensation shocked her after the warmth of the bath, and as he began to tickle her backside with the cube she groaned with pleasure. 

Leif bit her left cheek, and grunted, while Lynne yipped with shock and giggled.

He quickly followed up the sensation of the cool ice cube with the feeling of his steamy wet tongue gently rimming her ass. 

"So damn precious. I got a present for you, and I was gonna let you open it baby girl, but I can't wait anymore," he added huskily.

Her back was to him, so she couldn't see the gift and he held her firmly around her waist so she couldn't turn around and see what it was.

She heard him opening a box, and then kissing the curve of her back, sensuously near her ass crack.

Lynne heard a buzz, heard Leif's gruff chuckle, and felt the gift before she saw it.

Some type of vibrator, which buzzed and tickled her pussy from behind and Lynne whimpered loudly in delight, catching a glimpse of her face glowing with ecstasy.

It had been a damn long time since she played with toys, and frankly, they were boring compared to him. But him buying her a toy to play with together on their honeymoon was sweet, and erotic. Made her feel even less guilty for her love of toys. 

Brought out a naughty pleasure that used to be a solitary joy, now something they could share as a deepening of their beautiful bond. Even the sex toys made her feel closer to him!

Whatever the toy was, she enjoyed the sensation of the tickling and vibrating little nub tantalizing her clitoris from behind. And she felt what felt like silky feathers tickling her outer lips, which was another delightful sensation all together to her pussy, this toy had a multitude of ways to tease her pussy. 

She giggled delightedly and struggled to sit backwards in the tub so she could get a view of what toy her husband was teasing her with.

Leif chuckled too and they were wrestling in the water, as she rode the vibrator to keep enjoying the tingly sensations of pleasure, even as she struggled with his forearms gripping her, to turn herself backwards in the water so she wasn't leaning on the edge of the Jacuzzi.

Even though Lynne was small, she was feisty and she tried to bring her handsome groom into the water with her. Before she was able to, Leif lost his grip on her and Lynne tumbled backwards into the water.

The delightful toy he was using on her floated to the top of the water. A vibrating rubber ducky, appropriately black, the color of smut, like the smutty little toy that it was, wearing a pink, furry little outfit. He must have been tickling her with the beak, but there was also an elaborate tail, plus the feathery outfit designed to give her pussy lips pleasure as well.

"Leify, I love this toy baby, thank you. He's so damn cute," she added sweetly with a chuckle. 

Him not only enjoying the idea that she loved sex toys, but buying her one was empowering her as a woman in ways he would never fathom. Just the opposite of her former life, with anything sexually daring being rendered impure. And it was such a damn cute toy. Even though he was a man, he didn't buy her a huge dildo or some type of weird toy to validate his own masculinity and pleasure. He bought her a cute sex toy that resembled some of the vibrators she'd owned before. Something cute and feminine, a rubber ducky. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 59



"Your welcome baby. Wives love their toys. I thought...well there's a few more where that came from. I thought you might like to go to a real shop where we can get you some of these fun little toys. You've never been in an adult store before, and they've got some nice things you can explore, usually someone knowledgeable you can ask questions to. I want you to learn all about your body with me Lynne, and enjoy everything, not ever feel any shame anymore that you like to masturbate, or play with toys, it's natural and healthy, and I love that about you," he added sweetly.

He looked into her eyes with such loving, sincere blue eyes that she got a lump in her throat.

"God, you remembered how embarrassed I was when we were going to California and you found my stash of toys," murmured Lynne.

"Yeah I did. And then and there, I vowed to do something about it. I want you to have all the fun toys you want, and we can play with them whenever you like," he added tickling her chin dimple with gentle fingers. 

"Babe, babe, I'd like that. I want you to learn all about your body with me too. I mean...I know you know a lot more than me...I just mean I want to share stuff you haven't done before. Come get in the water with me," said Lynne.

"Not now baby, let me bathe you, I want to treat you, love to pamper your petite body," said Leif.

But Lynne wasn't having it. She wanted to play with this naughty rubber ducky and her husband in the tub.

"If you don't let me in, I'll get you so wet you'll wish you were in here," said Lynne, creating huge puddles, splashing him everywhere.

Leif started to chuckle hard, and splash her back.

Soon they were splashing each other like children. It was the kind of mess that would have gotten Lynne severely punished when she was young, but she wasn't young anymore, she was a grown woman, and this was a brand new house with a grown up husband who adored her. She'd never felt so free before. This was a bath time memory she'd cherish forever, and it made more and more sense the reason he'd wanted them to honeymoon in a house instead of a hotel or all inclusive. 

She threw her head backwards and laughed until her stomach hurt. 

After she was finished chuckling she started to tug at her husband, to try to get him into the tub with her. She was not only feeling sexual love and pleasure, but carefree delight and the combination and their strong bond intoxicated her! 

"Come on in get in here with me," demanded Lynne pouting and pulling his arm.

"Oh alright. But you're gonna let me bathe you and wash your hair and shit tomorrow. I want to do it for you. I like giving you baths," he added sweetly.

"I'll be a good girl tomorrow and sit in the bath by myself while you bathe me. I love the baths you give me. I'm so damn lucky," said Lynne.

Leif threw off his surfer shorts, he was naked underneath, and he practically jumped in the Jacuzzi, splashing Lynne who chuckled hard.

He chuckled too, and they sloshed each other with water like children, before Leif tangled his fingers gently in her hair, which was now curling up, and entreated her in a kiss.

After they were kissing, Lynne felt something delightful pulling and tugging at her nipple, but her lips were entangled in his kiss, so she knew it couldn't be his mouth. But it didn't feel like his finger either! 

Once the vibration started though, Lynne knew that Leif had gotten a hold of her breast nipple with the rubber ducky and its vibration. She threw her head back and chuckled with ticklishness and pleasure as he necked her, and the duck had its way on her nipple.

Finally Lynne was squirmy and aroused, and couldn't take the teasing anymore, and she smacked his hand away from her breast playfully, then quickly retrieved the duck in the water.

"My turn now," murmured Lynne.

She reached over to grip her husband's pectoral, by his shoulder, and she felt a multitude of scratch marks.

"Hey Leif, you've been cut! How did this happen, when did you...oh shit! I did that to you?" asked Lynne incredulously, getting the side view and seeing all the red welts all over his shoulder blades.

Her eyes filled up with water.

"Yeah, you sure did do that too me baby girl...Mmm...it was lovely. Didn't know I was marrying a Lioness...but it felt sexy as hell while I was fucking you," said Leif with a warm, husky chuckle.

Lynne blushed.

"But doesn't it hurt?" asked Lynne.

"Hmm...stung a little bit when I got in the water and when I was laying on my back cuddling you on the couch, but they are passion souvenirs. Every time I feel them my chest sticks out, and I think, I made her feel so good with my cock she was climbing up the walls literally, and scratching up my back. Fucking sexy as hell. Only thing I want you to do is snap a picture of it baby girl, so I can keep the memory," said Leif.

Lynne chuckled.

"You've got some badges of passion on you too. A few little bruises on your back, from banging up against the wall. Feel guilty seeing that though, on your tender skin," said Leif sweetly.

Now Lynne beamed with pride.

"You shouldn't...they are my own passion souvenirs. Signs that I am a big girl and you are crashing me against the wall with sweet joy while you fuck me like a grown woman," said Lynne.

"I love your spirit. You'll have plenty of passion souvenirs on this trip, bites, hickies, hell you might get a scratch or too," he added playfully.

"You might also end up with some markings as a reminder of what a smart ass you are," said Lynne playfully swatting at his arm.

"Oww!" said Leif playfully tipping his head back with laughter. 

But she couldn't help mothering him, washing the red welts she'd put on his back gently with the bath sponge he was toying with earlier.

"Damn, it feels good when you wash my back," moaned Lynne.

"Scoot up so I can wash you better," murmured Lynne.

She kissed a trail down his beautiful, tan muscular back as far as the water would allow. But Leif stopped short of her being able to reach more than the top of his buttocks with her bath sponge and kisses.

The rest of his cheeks remained firmly in the water as he knelt.

She was willing! More than willing to put her mouth back there, she'd already tried to earlier by means of the web of his testicles but he'd soundly vetoed that idea. 

She didn't see what was wrong with kissing and licking him everywhere, as he'd already treated her. 

Damn it.

That shit felt amazing, his tongue all in her ass and dipping inside!

She wanted to take her husband on his own adventure in this area sometime during the honeymoon, even though he seemed to shy to try it right now.

It felt better than anything on earth to her, his mouth licking and tonging out her naughtiest place. She didn't see why she shouldn't show her husband that same pleasure.

Part of her got off too thinking about how vulnerable it would make her super masculine guy, to submit to her like that, and allow her to invade his most intimate space so she could cause him sheer pleasure. She'd read all about men and their prostrates and she was curious about giving him that kind of pleasure, knew it was something he'd never experienced with any other woman! 

Damn! This love and sexuality she felt with him was opening up vistas she never thought of before. Prior to meeting Leif, she would have thought that a man enjoying such explorations would have meant that the man was gay, but now she knew better!

There were a hell of a lot of nerve endings back there, and true romantic love with a soul mate meant that they should leave no sensations unexplored that would bring pleasure. And that meant the two of them, not just her, why should she have all the naughty fun with her anus being explored!

For now though, he remained firm on his haunches. She would try later.

He sat back firmly in the water.

He pulled her head into his neck.

"You're a good little back washer Lynne. Thanks for cleaning up the wounds you caused, you little hellcat," he added playfully kissing her forehead.

Lynne chuckled.

He smelled so good and she loved resting against his damp chest hairs. She chased the beads of water as they flowed down his chest and stomach with her eyes, and soon with the sponge, making gentle circles around his nipples, floating in front of him in the water.

Leif must have liked the texture of the sponge. He groaned.

She wiped him clean and followed up with sucks and kisses to his nipples.

Lynne could see his erection in the water.

Then, she couldn't help teasing him. She reached for the rubber ducky earlier, which he had used to tease her own breast nipple.

She turned it toward his own nipple, latched it on while Leif let out a surprised chuckle and turned it on high as it tweaked his nipple.

"Cut it out, that shit tickles," he said playfully, swatting at Lynne's hand.

Lynne tried to move out of the way of his hand swat, but he swatted her hand and the toy into the water.

"I'm gonna tickle you," he said with a playful chuckle.

They were tickling, and splashing water all over the bathroom again like playful children.

All Lynne could hear was the sound of water splashing, his gruff chuckles and her high pitched squeals.

"No stop it, please I will be good," squealed Lynne as he tried to turn her over his knee in the water, and shocked her by biting her ass cheek playfully rough.

Lynne was giggling and screaming.

"Mmm, tasty little cheek. Didn't get to take you out to dinner like I had planned either, you were too busy drooling and napping. And I'm hungry. They look like cute little muffins, gonna bite the other one now," he added playfully.

It was more joy than Lynne thought she'd ever had in her life as she shrieked and tried to get off of his lap in the water. Everything with Leif, even the mundane tasks of eating, and bathing, and sleeping was sheer joy.

And she loved her life with him.

"And now I'm gonna tickle your ass," said Leif.

She was over his knees, facing the tile on the side of the Jacuzzi when she heard the buzzing of their rubber duck sex toy.

The buzzy beak tickled her ass crack while he tickled her arm pit as he held her arms above her head with the other hand.

She squealed with so much laughter she was afraid of getting the hiccups, as she often did when she giggled hysterically.

"Stop baby, I won't...I won't no more...please," she begged, no longer knowing what she was promising not do, when he said playfully.

"This'll teach you not to tickle me...here's your most ticklish spot," he added.

He parted her ass wide, and Lynne felt the beak probing her anus, but it didn't tickle at all, it just tingled everywhere and made her feel good, and she groaned and parted her legs further across his knee.

"Leify!" she whimpered.

Damn it that shit felt good! Ever since he turned that switch on in her mind where he probed her accidentally with her thumb, she couldn't stop thinking about the naughty luscious pleasure of being penetrated in the ass. In private, when she masturbated, long before she knew Leif, she'd sometimes trace back there with a finger while she played with a sex toy. She thought she was the filthiest person in the world for playing with her ass while pleasuring herself, until they had their accidental moment, and Leif made her once again feel normal, reassured, and proud to be a woman. 

But, despite her fetish for playing anally, she hadn't been prepared for the sensation of the vibrating beak penetrating her to feel so good, or to be able to take so much of his beak in her ass.

"Wow, you're just a kinky new wife aren't you? Taking the rubber ducky in the ass huh? Is that how you like it baby, I could tell," he added playfully brushing her pussy lips right over her clit under the water with gentle fingers.

"You're kinky too, you're sticking it back there!" she cried.

She knew he was teasing her, but he playfully embarrassed her. He was every bit of a kinky freak as she was. 

He slapped her rear with his other hand, chuckling, then brought his hand under her pussy, gently squeezing and rubbing in circles.

Lynne strained and bucked against his hand, she could feel the vibration of the rubber duckbill up her anus, and spreading through her ass, the tingly invasion feeling positively naughty and that coupled with the gentle massaging of his rough fingertips under the slippery water had her orgasm imminent. Playing alone with her toys, and teasing her ass had never felt this good! Nothing on earth felt like fucking her husband. 

"You gonna cum without me inside you like the naughty little wife that you are? You come without my cock in you, and I'm gonna spank you later," he added playfully biting her ear.

Lynne knew he was being playful and she chuckled.

She chuckled, he chuckled, and he lost his grip of her in the water.

The sex toy rubbery ducky floated to the top of the water, and Lynne grabbed a hold of it.

Leif's pink cock looked delicious pointing towards her up out of the water, and she started to swing her legs over his own and ride his cock as she sat in his lap to a fast approaching orgasm, but his playful threat of spanking her if she came without him inside her gave her other ideas.

"If you want to spank me if I come with a toy inside me instead of you, that same logic applies to you. No coming or you'll be getting a spanking from me," said Lynne.

When Leif looked at her quizzically, she gently grabbed his hard cock, and struggled to get the beak on part of the head of his huge dick.

Leif let out the most adorable sound of laughter, confusion, and sexual pleasure! 

"What the hell Lynney! God, that shit feels weird! It's milking out my come too fast!" he cried loudly.

He jerked his hips upward, snatching the black rubber ducky off his cock when he was free of her grasp.

"If I'm gonna have a sixty-second nut, I want to give you the thrill of it," he added playfully chasing her in the Jacuzzi. Lynne had one leg out and was about to swing her other leg out when he caught her around the waist.

"You trying to make me nut in sixty-seconds with that rubber ducky. That shit feels weird. I want my nut inside of you beautiful," he added playfully.

She was perched seductively on the edge of the Jacuzzi, her ass in the air, and she could see his beautiful, blonde, hairy body.

"Only if you let me put that rubber ducky on your cock later, I bet you come faster than a girl, you liked it so much," said Lynne with a playful chuckle.

"Only if I get to put the rubber ducky in your ass more afterwards, you liked that too, you were gonna come in thirty seconds flat yourself," he teased.

"Leify I love how we play," murmured Lynne.

He couldn't even answer, he mauled her with his mouth, his soapy hands slicking up her breast nipples until they formed firm, solid points in his loving palms.

"I love to play with you too baby girl, I'll play with you as much as you want, however you want me to," he crooned huskily his voice a whisper. 

She whimpered with joy into his mouth, and he let out a low growling sound.

He swung his leg over the side of the Jacuzzi so that he straddled it, and pulled her in close to him.

"Gonna fuck the hell out of you Lynney, I...I can't stand it lovely," he murmured huskily.

Lynne didn't want him to stand it, she wanted him fucking the living daylights out of her, she looked at their reflection in the mirror and winkled up her face with a lurid sense of pleasure.

Leif grabbed her hair with his wet fingertips, yanking her head backwards, mauling her mouth with kisses, obstructing her vision from the sexy scene that they were making in the steamy bath mirror, and all she could do was moan with pleasure.

She heard the vibration start again, she knew he'd picked the toy up from the water again. He aligned it with her clit, and at the very same time he started the delightfully tickly buzzy vibrations, he plunged his cock into her solidly.

Lynne separated her hips from his and roared with pleasure, throwing her head back, made a sound she didn't even recognize as he pummeled her with his cock. His huge cock felt so good plunging deep in her depths, along with the tickling and buzzing of the toy on her clit, all she could do between their kisses was yip loudly with pleasure.

Leif kept kneading and massaging her breasts with his other hand, groaning about how she was so fucking soft, and felt so fucking good, and how he loved that she liked it rough, and nasty.

Lynne's response was to lean forward, gripping both sides of the Jacuzzi so she could take it doggy style, and her new husband could get even closer to her g-spot and delight her with pleasure. Gripping the Jacuzzi helped her ride his cock good and gave her more Leverage. 

He leaned backwards between their two bodies, and Lynne felt the tickling beak massaging her lower back, and then her ass.

Leif kept pumping his cock in and out of her and groaning with pleasure.

"Shit...oh...shit baby girl, love you so much," he gasped between his guttural moans. 

Lynne loved to hear him grunting about loving her even as he fucked her greedily.

"I love you too baby!" she screamed. 

He parted her cheeks wide with his thumbs, exposing her. Lynne could see his reflection in the mirror, and knew he was looking at the inside of her ass, reveling in the intimacy of the vision of the most intimate parts of her body, one soapy leg in the water in the Jacuzzi, the other outside and on the tile.

Lynne squeezed her breasts and tweaked her nipples with pleasure. 

Then she started to grunt with pleasure as she felt him penetrating her doubly, a small part of the beak in her ass, his thick cock stretching her out fully and gliding heavenly on her g-spot. Lynne whimpered loudly with indescribable ecstasy, the naughty feeling of both of her lower expanses being penetrated, the vibrations of the beak in her ass could also be felt on the bottom side of her pussy as her husband's cock plowed her womanhood into a frenzy of joy. 

"Mmm...Oh God!" moaned Lynne and she started thrashing around as every muscle down below started throbbing with ecstasy, ass and pussy, one tingling, clutching throb, her ass squeezing so tightly she felt it reject the beak, as her pussy muscles clutched joyously around her husband's thick cock.

"Yes! Such a good girl, make your husband come while you come!" shouted Leif loudly, and he slapped her ass hard several times with delight to the same rhythm in which he thrusted in her belly, while the other hand pulled her hair back hard, and kissed her, his tongue pillaging a path into her mouth and taking what he demanded, not asking permission.

She felt proud, and beautiful that her orgasm made his own cock feel so lovely that he ejaculated, but she couldn't express the feelings with words, simply moan as they pleasured each other to mutual orgasm. It was heaven on earth to be orgasming at the same time as her man, his cock spasming within her.

"Mmph...mmph" were the sounds that Lynne made into Leif's mouth, as she was swept away by another orgasm. 

She loved just being taken by him, her lips roughly kissed, her ass slapped in time to his hypnotic thrusts as he kept jerking her hips forward.

She felt a river of his hot come spasm into her as he made a few more greedy thrusts. Leif panted in her ear, and she heard their discarded rubber ducky sex toy buzzing by itself in the water as she fought to still her own breath. 

Then he pulled her up by her waist, out of doggy, wrapping her in his arms tightly from behind and kissing her forehead, over and over again lovingly while he rocked her back and forth in his arms. She looked at the image of them in the mirror, him lovingly kissing her temple while the discarded sex toy buzzed about in the water, and he murmured-




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 59



"Did you have fun baby? Did you enjoy your bath? Let me clean up your pussy again, you got it all messy again you naughty girl, just can't keep it clean today from our juices can you?"

"You made it messy because you are a naughty husband," said Lynne with a chuckle.

"That I am, because I love you too much to help myself, and be good," he added sweetly kissing her forehead. 

And she felt overcome with the feelings of sensual pleasure, and security, and love. She knew how much he wanted to please her physically but also how precious she was to him.

Quietly he soaped up the sponge and gently cleaned her pussy with it.

He finished washing her back, and had her bend over and stick her ass in the air as much for his lurid new husband enjoyment, as so he could make sure he'd cleaned all the remnants of their sticky passion from between her legs.

"Not going to fool with you anymore right now, as much as I wanna. You're gonna be so sore in the morning. Gonna draw you another hot bath and give you whatever you want for breakfast and give your body time to heal, maybe the morning anyway," he added dotingly kissing her forehead.

Leif had Lynne stand up and he dried her tenderly from head to toe with one big fluffy towel, then he wrapped her with the other. She looked at him quizzically.

"I'm a man, I can dry off with anything," he added with a chuckle cleaning off with her discarded towel.

It was not lost on Lynne, a woman who used to be restricted to small morsels of affection provided she was a perfect little church girl that her man had given her both warm, dry bath towels because he loved her and wanted her warm, comfy and safe before bed.

"Leif, I love my bath, and my toys," she added sweetly as he wrapped her gently in one towel, drying off her wet curly hair with the other.

"I'm glad. There will be much more where they came from, sex toys, and baths for the rest of our days," he added sweetly.

He kissed her forehead.

He held her gently by her hand to lead her out of the bathroom.

Lynne looked backwards at the bathroom and all of the mess, the water on the floor, the towels strewn everywhere, and started to turn around.

"No. You're not to touch that. You'll get a firm spanking if you do. This is your honeymoon with your husband for you to enjoy, and I'll clean it up in the morning, is that clear," he added firmly.

Lynne nodded. It was the first time she'd ever recalled being scolded not to clean, instead of the reverse.

She was going to be spoiled rotten this whole honeymoon, and she felt so lucky, she threw her arms around his neck to kiss him lovingly again and again.

Leif chuckled his gruff, masculine chuckle, and said, sweetly.

"Time for bed, climb on my back, I'll carry you piggy back baby, I know you've been waiting all day long. Told you I'd give you all the piggy back rides you wanted during your honeymoon," said Leif sweetly.

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 60



***

His heart was filled with a special kind of joy right now. It was the joy of finally feeling free to express himself in a totally physical way with the woman he loved more than he'd ever loved anyone. The sheer pleasure of sharing more intimacy with her than he had with another soul. Never penetrated a woman's ass before, much less double penetrating her, and he'd been doubly penetrating her, with the duck beak, and his cock, and what was more, Lynne roared with pleasure like a freaky little lioness. She fucking loved sex toys, pleasure, having her ass played with, but more important than all of that, she loved being in his arms. It was beautiful to watch how happy and free she was when they played, whether they were fucking greedily on the ledge of the tub, or splashing each other with water like children. 

It was the joy of watching Lynne blossom, growing into his equal in the bedroom, with her own ravenous appetites, particular enjoyments or fetishes, and a comfort level of expressing them with him. And that was because she knew she was loved by him emotionally, and adored, and he'd literally rather cut his arm off than hurt his lovely young wife, even for a moment. 

It was such a wonderful cycle of emotions, and playing out in such a powerful way, he never could have even imagined this morning when they said their vows. And dear lord, the way she threw her arms around his chest and clung to him when he carried her piggy back in the bedroom, he was glad the room was dark because a tear fell down.

He could tell in the way she gripped him that she felt cared for and loved, and her happy giggle said even more to him than the words I love you could have said. This was a woman who was used to conditions and parameters being put around every morsel of love and approval, so to get to show her that their bond, and her love and care was his most important priority made him feel so loving inside towards her, and so needed. It was intoxicating for him.

He put her on her feet in the bedroom and turned the bedroom lights on low.

He grabbed a small remote and turned on the gas fireplace.

"Oh Leify it has a fireplace!" said Lynne and she squealed.

Her high-pitched squeal thrilled him just like the coos she made when he was inside her.

"You like that huh darlin'," he asked coming up behind her and swatting her ass gently.

"Hell yes, this is romantic as hell! If I knew there was a fireplace in here, I would have begged you to take me back here first and have your way with me," said Lynne.

"Well I tried to, but your hot little ass wanted to do it in my parents house, then you gave me a blow job, flashed me your panties outside the house, and topped it off with letting your skirt ride high up on your ass while you slept, seduced me in the bathtub with your new rubbery ducky toy and ice cubes, and frankly I just couldn't keep my hands off of you, and by now, it's getting late, and you're gonna be so sore tomorrow, I'm gonna give you a break for now. Plenty of time tomorrow for us to fuck right in front of the fireplace when it gets cool in the evenings," said Leif.

Lynne threw her head back and chuckled when he talked about their exploits earlier in the day and how he kept trying to get her back to the bedroom but her desirability kept foiling their plans, blaming her for their excesses. She snorted with laughter. Then she looked at him and glowed.

"Not my fault you can't keep your hands off me. And I never want you to keep your hands off me, and I don't care if I'm so sore I can't sit tomorrow," murmured Lynne, walking up to him and cupping his ass in his surfer shorts from behind.

"Little Lynney, you tempt me so much, but you'll be regretting it in the morning. Really you will, we've fucked hard and rough too many times to count, and you'll be so sore you won't even enjoy yourself tomorrow, won't want to explore more sex and shit, and it won't be any fun for you. Trust me, I know sweetness," he added tickling her chin dimple dotingly with his thumb.

She looked at him and pouted.

"If you're still that horny, I'll pleasure you with my mouth before I tuck you in, it'll be gentler on you, you've had enough of the hard stuff for tonight, and I want to be able to fuck you tomorrow too and I don't want you squirming in pain, only pleasure," he added protectively.

Lynne had been wearing a sad little pout, but now she beamed.

When she grinned, he knew that Lynne knew he was putting his foot down because he cared for her, and didn't want her severely uncomfortable in any way. He expected her to be a little sore and tender in the morning because she'd never been fucked before, but he didn't want her in any really painful discomfort because of their new sexual greed. It was again what any good man would do, but because she wasn't used to it, she thrived in his care. 

Now was the time to show her his special surprises for her bedtime. Yes, there were more presents, everything carefully planned so that Lynne would know how special and loved she was as his new wife.

"Come sit on the bed with me," murmured Leif.

He'd strewn the beautiful mahogany four poster bed with romantic rose petals and had placed soft lighting all around their bedroom. He'd been planning on seducing her in here with the fireplace, rose petals, and a bit of wine, but he'd wanted and loved her so much they hadn't made it to their bedroom this evening to christen the bed.

It was sweet and romantic to him that they couldn't wait. It would be branded on his memory forever, honeymoon sex so hot and urgent they didn't even make it to the bed for their first night of sex. 

He ushered her into his arms, and reached under the bed, depositing a big box on Lynne's lap.

Now, he worried a little bit, didn't want her to think what he was doing was corny, but he couldn't help being touched that she was so touched when they were dating, and he'd help her get together her pajamas before bed. He'd thought this was just the type of doting care that she'd been starving for, and he loved giving it to her and seeing her face light up with love. She was his wife now, and he wanted her to know how much he loved having her in his life, and as his very own little woman to love and care for.

So, he gruffly sat the box in her lap.

"Open it," he barked a little harshly.

He didn't mean to be harsh but his sentimentality was now a bit of an embarrassment to him, and he wanted to get the gift giving over with so he didn't have to feel the lingering embarrassment or wonder if she'd think it was corny.

"Okay Leify...more presents? You are so sweet. I got you a surprise gift that I've hid from you all day too," said Lynne.

"Open my present first," said Leif with firm gruffness. 

Lynne opened it, and much faster that she'd opened her Christmas gifts earlier in the year, tore the wrapping paper everywhere, he supposed she wanted to see what this very last gift of the day was, that he was giving her as his new wife right before bed.

Then she flipped open the lid of the box.

She did something he did not expect.

She whispered-

"Oh God," and put her hand up to her mouth.

Her eyes filled with water and she just sat staring down into the box, not taking out the gift or anything, until Leif began to murmur-

"I knew I took it too far. You hate it, it's corny-" he said with a bit of anger rising in his throat. He was embarrassed by his feeling for her, and thought he'd went too far. 

"No! No! I love it. It's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me," and she pounced up and down in his lap, kissing him on his cheek. She practically clobbered him with kisses, and his throat felt thick with emotion. 

"Really Lynney?" he asked.

"Really! My God, they are so cute, I want to wear them forever," she said enthusiastically.

She picked up a cute, white and blue pair of boycut panties with Leif's Wifey embroidered on the bottom, and a cute, matching mid drift top with the same phrase stitched across the top.''

She picked the panties and shirt up out of the box and turned them over and over again touching the embroidery.

"Leif's wifey," she repeated, looking at the panties and shirt, as though she wasn't really his wife until he'd given her the matching panty set. 

"I finally belong somewhere. Finally belong to someone who really wants me, just how I am. I never had that, never belonged really anywhere, and now I do. I belong to you. I'm your little wifey, and you want me more than anything, or you wouldn't have given me these cute embroidered panties, with your name on them, and me listed as your wife, I'm going to wear them with such pride. My husband...my family....my lover..." she added. 

Her voice was husky with emotion and she started to cry.

"Yes, yes you do belong baby, right here in my arms, right here in my heart. I'm glad you want to be my wifey, just like I love to being your husband, and I love you, just as you are, just the way god made every precious hair on your head," he added.

He was glad she was buried in his neck doing her own crying because he had gotten misty with his cheek buried in the crown of her hair. The panties and the shirt made her feel exactly like he wanted her to feel, like she belonged, and she was wanted, and loved, accepted for who she was, a part of something bigger that herself, the woman of their growing family.

"I love to belong to you! I got you some jammies as a surprise present too, but they don't say Lynne's Husband, I wish I'd thought of it though," said Lynne.

Leif chuckled huskily.

"They don't have to say Lynne's husband. It's the thought that counts. You can do that next time kitten," he added with a smile. 

The Jammies she'd brought him were nice too though; silk, deep blue, and she'd given him a pipe and slippers. She knew the pipe was corny but she thought it would be a fun gag, and maybe he'd like to see if they could smoke some Mary Jane out of the pipe.

Leif found this prospect simply hilarious. He chuckled with deep laughter in his belly.

Lynne, a corny, spacey little ham, but the pipe would probably work nicely as a bowl, even though he'd never tried it before. His little soul mate. A woman he could jam with, fuck, and smoke a bit with. 

Lynne was still wrapped up in both white terrycloth towels from the bathroom.

"Time to get ready for bed sweet. You told me you liked when I got you ready for bed. I think it's only right if you let me help you get your jammies on, and get you snuggled in the bed," said Leif.

Lynne beamed at him. He knew she wanted to be cared for tenderly like this, and he hoped it made up for hellish cold nights he imagined her suffering when she was younger, being forced to read cult shit, maybe having her teddy bears taken away, and being treated sternly. Bedtime would be warm and tender now, and he didn't care if she was grown up or not, he lived to pamper his young, love-starved wife. 

He kept dried her off a little more with the towels, then swatted her ass.

"Up you go," he murmured, and she stood up.

She lifted her arms in the air, and he put the tank shirt lovingly over her arms, slid it down and arranged it so that the top fell just above her adorable belly button, which he dotingly kissed.

"Mmm, when I get you pregnant, and my baby is in that belly, gonna have to get you a bigger shirt, to cover your cute, swollen little belly," he added playfully pinching her rear.

"God I hope you put a big baby in my belly when we are ready, I hope you get me knocked up huge, and everyone will be able to see that I'm yours, and you love me so much you filled my belly with your big seeds," she murmured.

She sounded almost delirious with love for him, even with him joking about knocking her up, and he felt so lucky. He got a husky chuckle and kissed her forehead. 

Lynne looked surprised when he held out the shorts for her to step in.

"What? I took it seriously when I said getting you ready for bedtime. You said you loved it, when I kissed you goodnight a few days ago, and I told you, that you'd seen nothin' yet. I mean it. I'll get you ready for bed every night if you want to baby," he added his voice husky with love for her.

She smiled at him through her tears, stepping into her underwear, which he pulled up on her hips, and slapped her ass.

"There, all ready. If you're really good, there's another present for bedtime tomorrow," he added kissing her on the cheek.

"I can't wait!" cried Lynne happily, and she sat in his lap and squeezed him tight.

Leif held her, and kissed her. He just dotingly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, allowing her to revel in the pleasure of being cared for tenderly. Bathed by her man, and dressed up in her pajamas so she could rest. He kissed her forehead.

"You're so sweet. Get up for a second so I can put on my own pajamas that you've given me and then I'll cuddle you more okay. Sweet of you to be so thoughtful, I wasn't expecting anything," said Leif.

He peeled himself out of his beach shorts with none of the care he showed Lynne, quickly putting on the silk pajamas.

"Damn, this shit feels good. I feel like prince in Egypt or some shit. I never had silk pajamas," he said with a masculine chuckle.

"Well now you have them. Slippers too, and you deserve them. You are like a king to me, and kings should sleep in silk pajamas. Good silk too," she said with a shy smile.

"As you are my queen. So tell me, I know you liked when I fixed you that tea when it was time for bed, and you couldn't sleep when your parents were harassing you when we came home from Cali. Do you want tea, or you want some warm milk and cinnamon. Warm milk makes you sleep really good, and I want you to sleep good and have good dreams so we can have more fun together inside and outside the bed tomorrow. There will be no more nightmares on my watch, and I can already tell, that when you were in trouble when you were a little girl there was no sleeping. Can tell that just by watching you. That is over and done with now Lynney. I'm gonna put you to bed every night if you'll let me, cuddling you, getting your jammies ready, fucking you until you feel good and sleepy. If something troubles you at night, you don't hesitate to shake my shoulder and wake up your husband. Might not have been okay when you were a little one, but you're my girl now, and it's okay by me. This is a new home, and you are loved and cared for. You need your husband, you just tap my shoulder, I don't care what is going on, if I'm sleeping, the game is on, none of that nonsense means more than my sweetie. There will be Christmas, and Easter, you'll have piggy back rides, slow romantic dances, rollercoasters, Saturday Cartoons, what else, anything else that I'm missing, I just wanna make sure I give you everything that you missed out on before our honeymoon is done," he added rubbing her stomach with gentle fingers.

His voice was husky. Lynne had hid in his neck, and soaked his neck with tears, he knew what they were, she called them gratitude tears. She'd finally found her home in his arms and today she became his wife and she knew for sure how safe she was and he wouldn't ever let her go. He just gently rubbed the embroidery on her panties that said Leif's wifey, squeezing and patting her rear and dotingly rocking her back and forth. She clutched him like she'd held him when he'd fucked her against the wall. Just as tight, as when she climbed the wall for her first fuck standing up.

She couldn't speak. Her shoulders were shaking with joy.

"That's right. You're Leif's wifey now. You belong to me," he added dotingly, his voice husky with joy. 

He'd never been more serious about anything. He brought them to this house, to a home for their honeymoon on purpose so that Lynne could feel love, and understand what it was like to be cared for emotionally and nourished. If she didn't leave not only feeling like a blushing new bride, embarrassed by how much her man wanted her, and a little sore, and she did not now know how much her husband loved her and wanted her to feel safe and start repairing the damage done by her shitty childhood, he hadn't done his job during this honeymoon. 

She looked at him, and her eyes were red and puffy from crying with joy. He knew, he could tell, she hadn't expected that he'd still be pampering her after their wedding day. Leif supposed she thought that he up and married her, and rescued the damsel in distress and so the spoiling was done, and it was time for her to put out like a grown woman. But, she was only right about the second part, not the first. 

Loving and cherishing her, he wanted to do that more now that she was behaving like a grown woman in his bed.

"Milk and cinnamon like Linda used to make me, or tea with a ton of lemon and sugar like you love," he repeated, gently chasing tears down her cheeks with rough fingertips.

"Milk," said Lynne softly.

She tried to climb on his back for another piggyback ride.

He found that sweet, and adorable, but he had another surprise for her, in the bedroom, and he wanted his lovely little wife to rest and relax. He'd given her a real workout starting before the reception was even over, and he wanted her warm and snuggly in their bedroom, in the cute little pajamas he'd given her, waiting for her loving husband to tuck her in, not fiddling around in the dark kitchen, up too late while he made them some warm drinks to get them snuggly in bed. 

He wanted to bring Lynne her favorite warm treat to make her stomach feel warm and safe, and make her sleepy, and he was glad to be able to be the first to nurture the lovely woman before bedtime. 

"Sit, I'll bring it to you. Just don't go to sleep without me. Why don't you look in that nightstand on your side of the bed. There's just another small surprise I want you to make a decision on before we turn out the light for bed," said Leif.

***

Her husband turned the corner to make them a cup of warm milk for the night, and she looked down at her embroidered shirt and panty set that he'd given her, that said Leif's wifey.

She traced the fabric of the words over, and over again, and cried more silent tears of gratitude. Leif's wifey, and the fact that he loved her so much, he'd had a matching shirt and panty set made with his name on it for her to wear, because he was so glad she was his wife.

Hell her whole life she searched to feel like she belonged, with her parents, then with the larger group in the church. She never felt like she belonged. Even with her girlfriends she felt a little like an outsider because of how she was raised. The only place she'd felt acceptance was the song stage before meeting Leif.

But Leif loved her, didn't think anything was strange about her at all, loved the things that made her who she was. He'd lovingly called them quirks. Accepted even her sometimes childish ways. Adored giving her back the missing pieces of her childhood. The shirt then, symbolized all of this to Lynne, and she already didn't want to take the shirt and panties off in the morning time. She already hoped that he'd brought her another color for another night, so she could parade around wearing panties that he'd given her to symbolize that she belonged to him for the whole honeymoon! 

She also supposed he'd given them to her because she'd been too chicken to get the real tattoo that he'd gotten of her name on his ass, she'd just gotten the henna one, but she had a permanent reminder that she belonged to him with the underwear now.

She loved the panties, and shirt so much she was still admiring the embroidery, lifting her shirt up and inadvertently flashing him her tits when he returned with two steaming mugs of milk and cinnamon for them.

"Hell yeah, that's what I like to see," said Leif with a gruff chuckle.

Lynne blushed and lowered her shirt, chuckling.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 60



She wasn't shy about showing him her breasts after how physical they were as a couple, but she hadn't meant to flash him her tits. 

"I'm not trying to flash you. I just like looking at it. The Leif's wifey thing I mean," said Lynne sheepishly.

"I'm glad you like looking at it. Part of me was worried about that. I didn't want to be too mushy or corny....I'm so glad you like all your presents today. Now you see why I had to save these things for when you were on wife status. I just couldn't stand the thought of you playing me for an overly sentimental chump, giving you the stars in the sky and matching bra and panty set with my name on it, if you were just a girlfriend, who might embarrass me," he added with a gruff swat on her ass as she sat in his lap after he'd sat the milk mugs on their respective night tables.

"Yeah, I understand that, but I don't think it's too mushy or corny, hell I love this shit, you fill me up full of all those warm good feelings I missed out on, and it makes me feel even hornier for you Leify, I promise those mushy feelings travel straight to my pussy baby," murmured Lynne.

She leered at Leif. Her body felt well used for their mutual enjoyment, but she loved him so much, she didn't mind that sore feeling in her thighs and haunches. She reveled in imagining him using her sore body to feel even more joy right before bed. The expressions on his handsome face while they fucked with those startling blonde lashes were priceless, and that was not even speaking about her own raw primal enjoyment.

"Like they are traveling to my dick. Man, baby girl, you better be careful, you're setting yourself up for me to want to have my way with you again, and you're already so sleepy your damn eyes are crossed. You can hardly see in front of you, you're even yawning looking at your new shirt. Hell if I hadn't woken you up earlier you would have fallen asleep on the living room couch all night long with a crick in your neck and my cum caked all over your thighs," he added, handing her the warm mug from her night table.

She chuckled. Then, Lynne sipped the hot mug he offered, wrinkling her nose, not knowing what to expect, then murmuring with pleasure. 

The concoction was sweet, warm, milky, and it burned her throat a bit.

"Mmm, this stuff is delicious. Makes my belly warm," she murmured.

She could tell it was an adult spiked version of the soothing warm milk his mother served him when he was a young lad. 

"Yeah, I put some brandy in it too, I thought it would help you sleep good. Not that you need extra help, that Vitamin D your husband gave you sure does a body good now doesn't it," said Leif with a proud chuckle.

"Now that was terribly corny. The shit that you've done for me all day is sweet and romantic, but Vitamin D? That's really corny. Now your cock did do my body good, but Vitamin D? Really? We are not going to start calling your Dick Vitamin D," said Lynne chuckling playfully.

Leif looked playfully wounded and displeased.

"Maybe I'll keep my vitamin D pill a little more to myself, and you can see how good you can sleep without this pink cock tomorrow missy," said Leif playfully prudishly pulling up his pajamas around his waist with false modesty.

Lynne giggled until she snorted.

"Oh come on handsome, I was only teasing you, don't take away your dick, please," said Lynne coming close to Leif, putting her arms around his waist and laying her head in his chest, looking at him with playful pleading eyes. 

"Handsome comes out, only when you know you've fucked up, and you might not get anymore cock treats," said Leif playfully.

Lynne giggled.

"Did you look at the treats in the night table cutie?" asked Leif.

"Not yet. I was busy looking at my other treat, my shirt," said Lynne.

"I'm glad you like your shirt, but take a look at the night table, there is some stuff for you in there too. Should spank you for not doing what I said, and looking for your last present of the day" said Leif with playful huskiness.

She squirmed in his lap playfully. She didn't mind a warning swat, but Leif instead tickled her stomach, turning his attention to sipping his own warm milk and brandy while gazing at her lovingly, waiting to see her expression when she opened whatever it was she was going to get, from the night table. 

Lynne opened the night table to find several books. Chicken soup for the couples soul, a modern English bible, Maya Angelou poems, and the Karma Sutra.

"Pick one for me to read to you tonight. But you might wanna stay away from the Karma Sutra tonight, you're gonna be hella sore in the morning. If we read that, you might wind up in trouble again," he said playfully.

Lynne chuckled.

She flipped open the bible. She was surprised and delighted that he gave her a copy of the bible.

"Wanted you to have a copy of the bible that had easy to read modern English. Not all those Thous and Thes and Thines. I thought it might give a new perspective to the bible that you love so much, one that was simpler to understand, written the same way we talk Lynne. I know you've wanted to learn about other bibles for a while," said Leif.

Lynne beamed and nodded. She'd wanted a new translation for a while, other than the one that had been butchered by her former faith community. Her parents were so wrong about Leif having a lack of spirituality. He may not be traditionally spiritual but he loved and respected that side of Lynne and didn't want to stifle her in anyway. She also learned so much from his liberal, open minded viewpoint. 

When she flipped open the cover of the bible she was startled to see that he'd written an inscription for her.

"To My Lynney. Your soul is as beautiful as you are physically. Take this modern translation and add it to all the beautiful and kind ways that you have. Know that this book, like all other faith books is meant to demonstrate love as a gift from a higher power. This book is not meant to punish you, those who use it to punish have perverted justice. No one has a right to interpret this book for you, but I already see you coming to your own conclusions. Also know that many other faiths have books that they love and use to guide their lives as much as you love this book. And as long as you know that, you'll be okay and do fine. Your husband will always be there for you on your spiritual journey, as you mature even more. You'll never be abandoned again. All my love, Leif,"

She couldn't even flip to a passage she wanted to read her eyes were so filled with water. She was done.

She closed the book and handed it to her husband.

"I don't want to cry on the pages of my new bible. I just don't know what to say. I suffered a lot of pain due to people misinterpreting that word, and I'm so glad that you got me another Bible, same beautiful words, but written bright and clear, and a new Bible, for a new chapter of my life as your wifey," said Lynne her voice quivering. 

He looked at her and pulled her into his lap along with her warm mug and the bible.

"I know sweetie, I know, it touches my heart to be able to be there for you, and care for you as a complete, whole, nurtured woman, just like it touches your heart. I knew you'd pick this book for me to read to you first. I just knew it. We'll read some of the others on the other nights, I've written a little loving note that shows how I feel about you in each book. Now bedtime stories for my bride, no more church doctrine shit, like you got read to you as a little girl. Time for sweet, loving stories, you can have a story each and every night for the rest of our lives if you want...well except those times when we'll have a screaming newborn to feed," said Leif playfully. 

He flipped to the Song of Solomon.

"So I knew little about the Bible when I met you. I really thought it was pretty old fashioned and boring, and I loved to show off my spiritual knowledge of other books like the Bhagavad Gita, the Tripitaka, the Shinto sacred texts, and all that shit. And I knew all the erotic parts in those books, and I thought those ancient religions were far more in touch with their sexuality than what has become of Christianity. Then I met you, and I have to say that I began to be curious about the Bible, or as you would call it, the word, had to say about sex, and sexuality. I wondered how it measured up to these other great texts. I mean, I gotta be honest, I would get a hard on reading some of the sexual parts in the Bhagavad Gita, some true erotic shit there. I thought, there has to be something in there, and I read up on it, and I stumbled upon The Song of Solomon.

Lynne's eyes lit up. She was very familiar with The Song of Solomon, especially because it was one of the books in the bible her father, and their cult like church wanted to gloss over, mentioning the dangers of contemplating the erotic parts of the bible before one was ready to have sex in marriage.

Of course, since it was frowned upon, Lynne devoured it in secret. She was touched by the erotic poetry, and as a teenager, wanted someone to love her the way Solomon loved his slave girl.

She told Leif this.

He looked at her and grinned.

"Our love for each other is spiritual sometimes. I get guided to do the things that make your heart feel good with out even realizing how much I am touching you. It's because I want so much to please you and love you, and whatever higher power there is, he is guiding me along, helping me know what to say and do to show how much I love you. Well if you always wanted someone to love you like that, I love you like Solomon loves this young woman. And you make me feel like a king. So you be that young woman, and I'll be the dude. We'll read and drink our warm adult milk until we feel sleepy," added Leif.

Lynne was reading the Song of Solomon first, because the first portion of the book was written from the perspective of the Shulamite Maiden. She read the way she normally spoke with her soft, slightly husky New York Accent, a voice Leif swore drove him crazy, which always flattered her. 

His voice slurred a little bit, the milk and strong brandy concoction he had made them was getting to him.

"Hell yeah little cutie, you've got such a sexy voice, good thing we weren't back then, I'd have to steal you from Solomon," he added playfully.

"You are going to be Solomon silly, starting on chapter four," said Lynne with a husky chuckle.

"Mmm, I like it when you are bossy. Tell you what, when I'm ready to be Solomon, and ready to reenact getting into your ancient reading under pants, I'm snatching the bible and going right to part four. Thanks for telling me which part to start the action, calling the shots, letting wifey know what will be done to her, as usual," said Leif playfully.

He stroked her stomach possessively around her waist, and slid her forward in his lap so she could feel the soft print of his balls, under her thigh. She loved the feeling of him holding her tight, the sweet smell of the Milk and brandy on his breath, the feeling of his eyelash grazing her cheek as he held her close in the light of the fire, listening to her read.

There was finally a part for Leif to read, and she handed him the passage.

***

With her sitting peacefully in his lap, and reading to him in her sexy urban accent, finally felt a bit at peace. He smelled the sweet scent of her hair, and the milk, cinnamon and brandy on her breath, felt how soft her ass felt, squirming next to his balls, and yet, he didn't lengthen under her squirming. He sure could have gotten hard, but he felt like he had a bit more control over himself than he had in six months. His balls finally felt spent, and empty, and that too was a marvelous feeling as he kissed the crown of her hair during his turn of reading.

Even empty balls though didn't make him feel he'd had his fill, sure he'd had his fill for tonight, but she was beautiful and precious to him, and he knew all night long his cock would be filling up with jizz again and he couldn't wait to fill her pussy, her mouth, her soft skin, anything that would have has semen, he wanted to bathe her in it. He knew his supply would come back overnight. 

In the meantime, he relished a clear head, for nearly the first time since he met her, time to focus on her lilting voice, her porcelain caramel skin, and big doe eyes with perfect lashes. They almost looked painted on, like she was a doll baby. He squeezed her close to him and just relished feeling her body close to his own, the softness of her, and the heat, and how adorable she was in his panties and shirt, with his name on it, her role clear in his mind. His wifey. His to love and soothe and care for.

Lynne sipped the mug of sweet milk, brandy, and cinnamon, and she started squirming in his lap as he read some of the more erotic parts. So...Fucking...Cute.

She was horny again when the little lass should finally be feeling a little sore. He knew he could get it up for her again if he needed to, but he was pretty sure he couldn't ejaculate. He'd already gone after her four times and jizzed hard each time. That fourth time had marked more than he'd jizzed in a day for anyone else! It was impossibly erotic to think that she had him so hard by the balls that he jizzed all those times, each time a cum, not just hard, but so turned on he was able to come, and come hard. 

Sweet Lynney was proving to be insatiable, and lucky for him, she loved toys.

He felt damp heat growing in the new, blue cotton panties he'd given her, right over the crotch.

"I was young, when church was boring I'd read what was in this book and feel warm and aroused, but never had a feeling so sexy as my husband's husky voice reading it to me," murmured Lynne.

She reached out and grabbed his crotch hard, possessively, and even though he felt it lengthen, he knew that if he fucked her again, Lynne was going to be sore as hell in the morning.

But he loved her freaky little appetite.

She squeezed his penis, which was between the soft and hard states even more.

"Baby I want you to put me to bed like a grown woman," she panted.

Leif chuckled, biting and kissing her ear.

"If I do that, you're gonna hate me in the morning. Your puss is gonna be so sore baby, even with what we've already done, you'll see. It's gonna be all achy and sore. You'll enjoy it more if I don't make you sore too. Already got off more times than I ever had in one day. I never had problems getting it up, but jizzing four times in a row is phenomenal little lady, but I don't think even your sexy little ass can make my cock blow again today. Let me build up some more come so that it'll be nicer. It'll give us something to play with." Leif said playfully.

Lynne looked at him a bit sadly.

"Okay baby," she added softly.

Leif continued to read. Hell he even started reading her parts, because she yawned like she was really sleepy, he figured that she knew she wouldn't be getting another cock treat, so fast asleep she was going to fall.

But as he read she squirmed more as she sipped the milk mug, and he couldn't do that to his sweetie, he just couldn't. He'd promised her on the beach that morning that he would fulfill her every need. Just because his cock was quenched, and he was worried about her getting sore, didn't mean he shouldn't soothe the sweet ache in her pussy. But he was going to do it in a wise fashion. She was going to be a sore little newlywed wife as hard as he'd used her pussy for the very first rough times four times in a row tomorrow.

The least he could do was send her off to bed with gentle pleasure!

"Do you, do you remember how good I used to get you off when you were scared of cock, and too shy for my mouth? You were ravenous. You loved my fingertips ad me rubbing you gently until you came. I never met a woman with such a strong appetite before, even though you didn't like full on sex. I thought it was adorable, and erotic, and you came so fast. It made me love you more. I loved how you taught me to get you off when you got less shy, the way you would brush my hand away over and over again right when you were gonna come until you just couldn't take it anymore. I'd never felt anyone's pussy throb like that before, and hell I was just rubbing your mound with my fingertips, I couldn't wait to know you the way that I know you now. I'd think about how you would get yourself off when you were alone and my cock would get so stiff and sore," he murmured huskily against her ear.

Lynne made her cute little fuck face, and before he knew what was happening, she'd grabbed his husky hand and mashed it in those cute, blue, lacy little Leif's wifey underwear, massaging her damp curls with her fingertips over his own, and she was gyrating her stomach and thighs while he gently rubbed her pussy lips and clit with loving fingers, rubbing over just the spot he knew Lynne loved, just like he did when Lynne was scared of anything more than a gentle touch.

It only took about two minutes, his cute little Lynne knew her body, loved to masturbate and be masturbated by him. He loved the feel of the heat of her pussy in his fingers and palm, and the climax where her precious lips throbbed into his loving fingertips! 

She let out a loud, hoarse cry, and he felt her pussy throb and clutch on his finger tips and palms, as juicy wetness coated his fingertips. 

"Uggh! Love you!" so shrilly that the I part of her sentence had been truncated.

She collapsed against his body.

Leif rocked her tenderly while her breathing calmed.

Getting her ready for bed, the most soothing shit ever, felt just as good to his soul.

"All better? Your pussy calmed down now?" he crooned sweetly.

"Yeah baby, much better," murmured Lynne.

He gave her his fingers to suck, no use wasting her lovely juices, and she clamped down hard, loving the erotic juices and the soothing feelings of sucking his fingertips he was sure.

"Fuck, we better put Solomon to rest, he's gonna have you ending up with one sore pussy, we already came more times in a row than we ever came in our lives, that's a fifth orgasm for you," said Leif playfully.

Lynne looked at him.

She beamed.

"Four times is the most you've ever come in a day?" asked Lynne.

Lynne looked so full of womanly pride, looking up at him and glowing, blushing. It made her feel good to know she was such a good lover, he was sure. She did know how to please her man, and he wanted her to know that, as her husband. 

"Well yeah darlin', I came more today than I ever have in one day. I mean, men aren't like women, your cute pussies can keep coming again and again, men have to build up sperm. I was surprised when my cock went off inside you in the tub, surprised and pleased that my cock could still come. You milked all the come out of my balls today, sexy as hell! I'll have more come for you tomorrow though sweet thing, sexy thing like you might be able to get her husband to jizz five or six times, that would really be a record huh?" said Leif slapping her ass.

"Even by yourself too? Four times is the most you've come," asked Lynne still not quite believing him.

"Yes, you are quite the vixen, I've come more times with you than I ever did, either with a woman, or with my own hand," said Leif with a gruff chuckle.

"Damn! I'm so happy. I wanted to please you more than any other woman forever, and now I know for sure I did," said Lynne with a happy giggle.

"Of course. You came more times today than you ever did too right? Four when making love, fifth with my finger tips right baby," said Leif cuddling her lovingly.

Lynne got a sheepish little look on her face, which let him know, she'd gotten off more times than that.

"You did come more times today than you ever came right," said Leif, a hint of jealously creeping into his voice.

"I came more times today than I have ever come with you, and it's been a blast! But to be honest I've come more times by myself. I was a little too good at making myself come. And I was ravenous. So sometimes if my parents were out doing church business and I was home alone, I'd make a day of it," said Lynne blushing shyly.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 60



Leif didn't think that he had any more come to give her but it didn't stop his cock from tingling and starting to get hard. Sweet little innocent freak!

"A day of pleasuring yourself? Damn, you love to masturbate don't you? That's sexy as hell! Tell your husband the most times you've gotten off in one day? I consider it a personal challenge to get you off more times, and better than you can do it alone with your own cute fingers and toys, I might even tease you with your toys, when my cock gets tired," said Leif playfully.

"Nine times," said Lynne shyly behind her hand.

"Holy shit baby! That's a lot of times for one day! Damn, that's probably a personal best off of everyone I know. What a sexual little creature you are! I'm glad you are letting me set you free baby, never be deprived of sex and intimacy again now that you are my wife," said Leif.

He didn't think it was possible to get turned on again but he felt the urge rising with such an insatiable little vixen to call his own. He never wanted her embarrassed or ashamed of her appetites, and he was glad that he'd fostered the intimacy so she'd talk freely with him. Who would have thought this beautiful, nerdy, shy little woman was such a damn freak? He was glad he'd found her and married her before someone else caught on! 

"Not really. That's like, from early in the morning to late, late at night, maybe twelve or more hours," said Lynne.

"Damn you have an incredible appetite. I love it. It's my personal challenge to get you off ten times tomorrow. I want you to come more with me than you ever did princess. You are sexy and adorable sweetie," said Leif.

He kissed her forehead lovingly. 

Lynne swallowed, and looked into his eyes.

"God, that's one challenge I can't wait for you to give me," murmured Lynne, squirming in his lap again, already after he'd just gotten her off with his hand. 

Insatiable! He knew he would need to work to keep up with her, and that was what he'd always dreamed of having with a woman, that heated, sexual connection. 

She yawned.

"I don't know how game you'll be tomorrow morning. You're already yawning," said Leif playfully.

Lynne folded up the bible and he placed it on the nightstand, burying her back in his stomach, spooning him. Leif gave her his wet fingers and she continued to suck the taste of herself off his fingers.

"I'm so sleepy now Leif, so soothed, I've never had such a great lead up to bedtime in my life," said Lynne and she stretched and yawned.

"That's good baby. And do you feel safe? And will you have good dreams? That's the most important part for me," he added lovingly.

"Yes I'm gonna have great dreams, of all the fucking we're gonna do tomorrow," said Lynne with another sleepy yawn.

"I just hope you aren't real sore tomorrow baby so we can make it a reality. Good night little wife, sweet dreams," he whispered, kissing her ear.

But there was no response, from his cuddly wife, because she'd already fallen 

fast asleep.

***

Lynne felt the rumble from under the ground, and it startled her awake. It sounded like lightening, but it didn't feel like a thunderstorm. It was dark in the room, so pitch dark she could hardly see, and she was terrified. 

"Leify," she murmured, reaching for him. 

His arm was solidly around her, and he was snoring all through whatever was going on outside.

But she remembered what her new husband had told her, right before bed, that it was okay to awaken him if she was afraid of anything, and this definitely qualified.

"Leify, Baby!" she whispered louder.

"Mmm...what darlin'," he asked with sleepy husk in his voice.

He tightened his grasp around her, and just then, she felt more of the earth rumbling.

"What was that, what was that shit!" cried Lynne.

"Shhh....Calm down lovely. I think it's an Earthquake, and not a bad one...Shhh. I got you, it's okay now," he whispered into the crown of her hair.

"I don't like this shit! It sounds like Thunder," she whispered her voice husky with fear.

Leif had cocooned her in his arms, and he rolled over so that his big strong body was on top of hers. 

Cuddling her.

He kissed her forehead.

"Now I'm a California boy, so I'm gonna tell you, that it's an earthquake, and it's a mild one. I know the shit is scary if you've ever felt one before, but I want you to calm down and trust me. You'll get yourself all worked up and you won't be able to get back to sleep when it's done. Just hold on to me, and trust me until it's through," he added.

He gently kissed her forehead.

"Go on and squeeze me as tight as you'd like. You can't hurt me and it'll make you feel a hell of a lot better," murmured Leif.

She grabbed the heft of his strong shoulders, giving him a squeeze. He was like a real life teddy bear to her, and he'd meant what he'd told her before bed, if she had any worries, any at all, he'd wanted to see about them. In a world where she was used to everyone breaking promises to her before she met her husband, him actually being patient and soothing her through her first frightening earthquake made an even deeper love for him light up inside her heart. 

The warmth flowed through Lynne. This warm feeling of love and security burning through her veins, smelling his neck and feeling the glint of his chest hairs close to her own throbbing heart.

This man who was protecting her had been there to protect her since she'd met him. He protected her from mice, from fears of sex, hell, even from the mental abuse of her former church and her parents. Her husband was protecting her now, from her fears, as she experienced her first earthquake. And she loved him, the fire started under her heart, travelled swiftly down into the pit of her belly and fanned down her pussy. 

"I love you so much," she whimpered close to his lips.

"Love you too baby girl," he added his voice barely above a whisper.

There was a bit more rumble of the earth, but it didn't feel as strong as the first.

"After shock," he whispered into her mouth answering her unasked question, his voice barely audible.

She wanted him again.

Wanted him moving, throbbing deep inside her pussy, extinguishing any worry or fear and replacing them with pleasure.

She knew what he'd said right before bed about having come more times than he ever had before, and being surprised that she had him going so much, and his promise to build up plenty of seed that evening, but the fact was that she did not want to wait until the morning time for more of his seed bathing her sugar walls.

She craved this sweet gentle man.

She laced her fingers possessively in his dreadlocks, yanking his head towards her mouth greedily.

"Mmm," moaned Leif with a husky chuckle.

Mmm was right, the sweet flavor of the adult spiked milk and the brandy was still on his breath.

Lynne moved her hands down from clutching his shoulders, and now she clutched and grabbed at his pecks, soon quickly removing the silk pajama tops she bought him, flinging it open, praying she didn't pop a button on those expensive ass pajamas.

"You're so good to me and kind. You meant it. You meant if I was scared to wake you up. You meant it. You love me," she murmured huskily.

"Of course I love you baby girl, you're my wife. Can't have you all scared and shit, and having nightmares, I meant those wedding vows baby, I'm the dream catcher, and I chase the nightmares away," he added, kissing her forehead.

"I love you, my dream catcher," she murmured sweetly.

But then, she didn't want to be sweet anymore, she felt that heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach like she was high up on that Ferris wheel he'd taken her on after her shitty day at her parents house, and she wanted him to fuck her again! 

Take what he wanted, and what she wanted to freely give! 

When he loved her like that, she got squirmy and hot for him everywhere, and she could feel the effect she had on him, she kissed him again, ramming her tongue vulgarly in his mouth.

"My sweet baby, I don't wanna make you sore now," he crooned, his husky fingers tickling her chin dimple.

"I don't care, when you're kind to me I just want you to fuck me even if it means I can't sit for a week," murmured Lynne.

Leif let out a delighted, throaty laugh.

He started necking her, and Lynne moaned as she felt his husky fingers tracing under her new Leif's wifey shirt and branding her nipples.

Lynne whimpered.

She reached for his sweatpants, and lifted out his thick aching cock, her pussy making sweet cream for him as he moaned in ecstasy at her touch.

"I can't believe you got me needing to nut again darlin', what do you do to me little mama, I can't stand it," he crooned.

She felt him lean his heft off of her, kiss her stomach, and start kissing a trail down the cute new underwear he had given her, right over the wet, ruined crotch.

He started kissing and teasing her mound through her panties, tugging at them teasingly, and Lynne knew he was preparing to give her some oral pleasure.

But Lynne couldn't take the teasing anymore. She needed the physical manifestation of his tender kindness, the feeling of her husband's thick organ buried in her hard and rough.

She quickly lifted her underwear off of her hips.

It was hot fucking, and urgency that she needed.

Leif started to kiss her around her damp bush, gently swirling his tongue around her clitoris while he satisfyingly suckled her mound, but Lynne couldn't stand the pleasurable torture.

She yanked urgently and his dreadlocks, clawing at his neck and shoulders, urging him up the length of her body.

"Please, I want it inside me now," she panted. 

"Oh you want it right now beautiful, no more foreplay? I was going to go down on you, I thought you had enough cock for tonight," he groaned with a chuckle biting her ear.

Lynne didn't answer, she just gripped his shaft meaningfully, guiding it toward her aching expanse.

"Fuck! Yes!" cried Lynne loudly as he slid into her, gorging her with satisfaction.

He felt so perfect within her, and she wrapped her legs high up around the middle of his back, to take more of his beautiful organ, thick in her belly. 

She loved him fucking her before against the wall, and doggy style, but there was a hunger that she also had to be taken and dominated while he lay atop her and looked smolderingly into her eyes.

Leif started moving his hips with urgency atop her, groaning with satisfaction.

"I'll always protect you with my heart, and body, do you understand kitten," he panted on her mouth.

"Yes, yes baby, I understand," yelped Lynne with pleasure.

"Good, girl, never let anything get to you, you just trust me," he panted between his hard thrusts.

Then Leif started to groan loudly. 

He yanked her hair back with his hands, assaulting her mouth with kisses as he delightfully pummeled her with his cock below, stretching and searing out a passage of deep pleasure in her physical body and her emotional soul. 

She clawed his back with satisfaction, which must have really excited Leif, he was necking her, and she felt these turn into bites that bordered on pleasure pain as the rocking of their hips grew faster and faster, the bed springs creaking furiously as they threatened to capsize in pleasure.

Leif then grabbed ahold of both of Lynne's delicate wrists, pinning her to the mattress, an act which would have terrified her a little more than a month ago filled her with sensual delight as she allowed herself to surrender to him, to be rendered helpless as he ravaged her with his cock in the sweetest of all raw pleasures, fear, worry, concern all drifted away, her senses ravaged and filled with her husband, tasting his skin, smelling his sweat, hearing their pleasured moans, his thick girth satisfyingly teasing her clitoris with each rapid entry and retreat until her pussy was forced to clutch around him again and again with sweet pleasure. The sweet spasms around his cock were too many for her to count, sweet multiple orgasms, her pussy squeezed around his dick again, and again and again, each flutter was ecstasy that seemed to also be connected to her nipples which grazed his rough chest hairs, and her anus. 

Lynne could barely recognize the sounds of rapture she was making, they bordered on animal noises and drowned out his hoarse cry about how he loved to fuck his wifey until she felt better.

She felt his warm seed, his life pulsing within her. In that moment, she realized what an unparalleled source of comfort being physical for the sake of being physical could be. How fitting to learn this lesson on a romantic honeymoon. 

"God you make me jizz so much Lynney I swear, I'm so weak for you, I feel like a slave to your tight, tight pussy, never thought I'd feel this way. I'm addicted to you," he huffed, panting, and releasing his grip on her wrists.

Lynne's heart glowed with emotional pleasure and sexual pride. 

He was addicted to her! She was more than happy to be his enabler! 

It was only then that Lynne realized that he'd gripped her wrists pretty tightly and they were a little sore, but she'd enjoyed the feeling of being bound with his grip around her wrists, nothing but her to do but shimmy her pussy around his cock with sheer pleasure. She liked being restrained, and she knew that when she revealed this to him, he'd be happy to explore it with her, and help her feel safe and loved while doing so. 

All her life before Leif she'd secretly wondered if there was something wrong with her sexually, but through his love, she'd learned not only that she was normal, but that she was a damn good lover, and her body, and uniquely her body made her husband weak. 

She felt so womanly and proud! 

"Five times is really beating your record huh," said Lynne huskily.

"You're the most amazing little lover a husband could ever wish for. I don't know if there are any records I used to have for anything that you can't break sweetness," he added with a husky chuckle kissing her forehead.

"Well that's good, because if there's anything left I want to break them all," she murmured huskily.

They shared a huge laugh.

"Seriously, do you feel better now?" he asked with a husky chuckle.

"So much better, I came more times around your cock in a row than I ever did," murmured Lynne yawning.

"Good. I'm glad you had fun baby. And whenever you need your man to soothe you back to sleep, remember that you can brush my shoulder anytime, especially if it ends like that," he added.

They both chuckled more. 

Lynne fell asleep first, contently her head propped up to his armpit, her leg slung round his waist, his hot come leaking out of her pussy and onto his waist, as he cuddled her in their intimate embrace, both lovers too enraptured in their sexual and emotional comforts to notice their post lovemaking mess. 

***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 61



***

Leif woke up first, her thigh stuck to his leg. But strangely enough, despite how steadfastly he had avoided any wet spots when they were dating, he didn't mind being covered in the mess with her right now. It was their mess, remnants of their passion and love.

Five times! He couldn't help reaching under her thigh and gripping his sticky cock with pride! She made him feel like a real man, and after their first honeymoon day, he knew more than ever, that he hadn't been living at all before he knew Lynne, not emotionally, or sexually. The decision to marry her would shape up to be the finest decision he'd ever made.

He loved the smell of his Lynne. He smelled the crown of her hair, which had gotten wild in her sleep without her usual rollers, and her neck near her ear. He smelled the tart fruitiness of the aroma of her breath, and he felt his nature start to rise again. He was made for this woman, and addicted to her. He knew it when he wanted to kiss the woman before she even brushed. Hell he didn't care. Just pheromones, the warmth of her body, and the smell of her skin.

But first, he disentangled himself from her carefully, rolling her over onto her back to clean up his sticky dick and thighs with a warm washcloth. It was the first time he'd ever lay in his own spunk after sex, too high and exhausted on the love with her to care, but in the morning after glow, he wanted to clean up.

He wanted her again, he felt his cock tingle when he covered up her perfect bush and stomach with the covers and kissed her little forehead, before going to the bathroom to brush his teeth. 

Even if he wanted a taste of her fruit tarty little morning breath, he didn't want to offend her with his own yuck mouth.

He cleaned off his cock with a cold, soapy cloth, willing the warm urges he felt building in his cock to pound deep in her belly to cool off. He was surprised that he wanted and needed to go at her so soon again, when less than five hours ago he had her wrists pinned to the bed. 

He pinned her wrists in part because she was such an anxious little kitten for a hard and deep fucking session when that earthquake had scared her. Her pussy kept coming around his cock, and he knew it was because she was high on adrenaline, and probably love hormones, the emotional comfort of being told, yes, everything would be okay, just reach out to, and grab her loving husband, and she could feel safe, something she never had before.

And damn, had he felt like superman, delighting her with his cock, telling her to hold on tight while he held her, thrusted into her, calmed the world down around her. Fuck, that was what he'd wanted to do the night when he'd saved her from the mouse.

After cleaning his cock with the cold soapy water to try to take the edge off of some of his arousal, he brushed his teeth, and splashed some water under his pits.

He hoped she wouldn't be too sore this morning. Leif wanted her again and would try to be gentle, even if she started to scratch, claw at him, and gyrate her hips like a horny, frustrated little kitten. Rough sex wasn't new to him, but it was new to Lynne.

She was delicate, and tender, and he imagined he'd need to lovingly break her in over time, so that she didn't experience too much soreness. After all, someone had raped his baby before, and he didn't want her to get an aversion to roughness. She used to be scared of cock, and he was glad she was delighting in it now.

He wanted nothing to halt her sexual growth and progress.

He returned to the bedroom to find Lynne yawning and stretching, and to his concern, rubbing her pussy like it was sore.

She didn't see him yet, so she was unaware that he saw her moving with a little pain. 

His heart sank.

"Good morning sweetness. Sore huh? Was I too rough with you yesterday," he asked in the doorway.

He had soaped up a warm washcloth that he was going to use to clean her a bit while she rested. He'd hoped perhaps to wake her up early before the dawn really set in, perhaps seduce her into a little early morning fucking and maybe they could go for an early morning swim, then some breakfast.

But now he just felt like a monster. His throat choked up and his eyes felt watery. Goddamn it his love for her was turning him into a pussy! He was not prepared for this all consuming ache for her physical and emotional wellbeing. Even as he fucked his young wife he learned more about love.

"No. Not at all! Just feels like how it feels when you use a muscle a lot and need to stretch it. Just a little sore, and like it's getting used to being worked. I kinda like it. I finally really feel like a grown woman Leify. Like a normal woman, who is not scared of sex at all! Plus It reminds me you were in me. I feel like I pleased my husband. I can't wait to do it with you more Leify," she added, and he could hear the warmth in her voice. 

She got a huge grin that showcased her chin dimple and stretched her legs and her back, flinging off the sheets and doing little to hide her sticky, curly little bush.

His cock ached for her at the same time his heart ached with guilt. 

"You are a very normal woman darling, and I wanna keep it that way. Don't want you to associate sex with pain at all lovely. You're all sticky with my come baby. Let me wash you," he added sitting at the foot of the bed tenderly.

He covered her belly in kisses.

Damn it if she flinched when he washed her with the warm soapy water he would never forgive himself. His eyes watered.

"Leify, are you crying baby? What's wrong," asked Lynne looking into his eyes with concern.

"Nothing I just...I just never...I don't know I didn't love women I was fucking before. But I love you Lynney. I feel like a cream puff softie, but I never wanted to hurt your pussy. That last time, during the earthquake was too much. I held your wrists down in part to calm you down a bit. You moved like a wild little kitten," he scolded, parting her knees so he could wash her.

"It didn't hurt while we were doing it Leif. God it felt so good, I came so many times around your cock, the spasms, Mmm, I didn't know my pussy could do that, I'm addicted to you, I don't care if I can't sit for two weeks when this honeymoon is over," she panted.

And then she squirmed on the sheets with the memory. Lynne wasn't distressed, but he was! He'd vowed to always protect her, and knew he wanted to from the moment she climbed in his lap when he saved her from the mouse.

He gently brushed over her sandy colored curlies with the cloth, watching her reaction. She squirmed a little then started to move with pleasure. Under the guise of cleaning her he parted her pussy lips.

She only looked a little tender, much to his relief, the way she squirmed when he wasn't in the room he thought her pussy would look much worse! But Lynne was delicate, and he figured he'd slow down the pace a little bit and be more gentle. She'd get used to the aggression more in time, and she'd toughen up and get used to hard fucking. She already loved his passion for her, her muscles just had to get used to their new-found vigor.

"Leify are you examining me? What are you a doctor now," she asked squeezing her legs together with embarrassment.

"There is not a thing wrong with you letting your worried husband examine you a little bit. You're gonna give me babies, I'll see a hell of a lot more then, and already seen everything from every beautiful angle," said Leif.

Lynne got a wicked grin.

"You need a white doctor's coat if you want to play the doctor, patient shit! Maybe you should get my new toy out of the bathroom," she leered huskily.

"You are a dirty little wife! God I love you sweet. You'd tell me if...well if your pussy got too sore right?" he murmured kissing her now clean pussy. 

"Of course! And what's better is I know you are concerned, and you would care, and listen and change what you were doing until I felt better. I never knew I could trust like that with another person, my body," she added sweetly.

"Baby, that was just what I needed to hear. I mean, I know you've been raped before, and I didn't want you...I don't know I didn't want you confused about what I was doing to you because you were sore this morning I..."

His voice got choked up. He loved his young wife, never wanted to cause her pain.

"How could I ever be confused? These are acts of love that we are enjoying, rough, dirty, delicious acts of love. We want each other so much we can't control our bodies. That's totally different than what was going on before. You aren't abusing me. You are my loving husband. I'm really okay. Let me grow up some Leify. I don't mind a tender pussy from good lovin'. I like being your big girl, your grown wifey," said Lynne smiling at him.

"You have grown up so much in the last six months Lynne, and I'm so proud of you sweetness, more than I ever dreamed," he murmured.

She was so beautiful, eyes still heavy with sleep, chin dimple jutted out, wearing nothing but that thin t-shirt, he couldn't help himself, he pushed her back against the mattress hard, and kissed her, forcing his tongue deeply into her mouth.

Her reaction made him chuckle, she tried to fight him off of her, as he expected, because she hadn't brushed yet, but he held her arms down firmly again above her head, taking control of her mouth, loving the sweet, salty, earthiness of her kiss, nothing to hide, the essence of this incredible, intoxicating woman, with her beautiful spirit.

Her eyes were open wide in shock looking at him and she tried to close her mouth.

He still pinned her arms down with one hand, pulling her mouth open by her adorable chin dimple, pillaging her mouth again, feeling her nipples harden into luscious, hard pebbles against his chest.

She finally broke away, chuckling deep in her belly.

"Ewww, Leify, that's gross, cut it out! I haven't even brushed yet!" shouted Lynne with startled laughter. 

"Hell Lynne, I don't care. That's the essence of you, how you really taste, I'm so sick in love with you, I like the smell of your breath in the morning, I don't care, I'm a dirty dog for you, you should know that by now, I sniff your panties, can't wait to put my nose in your butt, like the canine that I am, and I hope you still love me knowing that I don't care if you're a little sour. It's like sweet tarts," said Leif.

"I am flattered, but you are disgusting Leif! I'm probably full of germs and everything!" said Lynne.

"I'm disgusting? Not as filthy as you little cutie, you like for me to stick my tongue in your ass, the deeper I can get it, the better you like it, I think your little anus is filthier than a little tart morning breath, miss high and mighty. And I love the taste and smell of your ass and your mouth, so don't criticize me for wanting all your flavors the way they are," he added with a husky chuckle and a hard swat on her ass.

Lynne blushed. He'd embarrassed her, and he hadn't meant to pull her cards, but he wanted her to know that he enjoyed her, and wanted no secrets between them, the flavor of all of her, bare as she was.

"Well thank you for at least brushing for me. I love to one up you in terms of love, but I'm not going to be doing morning breath kisses for you," said Lynne.

"I don't want you to. I'd never subject you to my dragon breath. Your breath is cute, only a little stale. My breath on the other hand-"

"Stale? Thanks a lot! Then why the fuck did you clobber me and kiss me, I feel embarrassed," she murmured chuckling.

"I didn't mean it like that, I mean that, well damn I love you so much I don't care if it's a little tarty, your morning breath is like the taste of your breath after you brush with the paste only stronger. More of your flavor in the kiss, without all the toothpaste and shit. It gets me going. I know it's nasty and weird, but just accept it anyway like I like to sniff your butt," he added bashfully.

"I think it's sweet. You're such a natural guy, and I'm flattered that you'd want to kiss me when I do have dragon breath," said Lynne with a laugh.

"You don't have dragon breath in the morning. You really don't. It's more on the order of a lizard," said Leif.

"Fuck you!" said Lynne giggling.

"Not a nasty lizard. Not a big huge lizard. I mean one of those cute little gecko lizards on the beach," teased Leif.

He was so head over heels in love with her, arguing about morning breath kisses, and he did want those sweet tarty kisses, and the smell of her skin, hair and pussy, early in the morning before her shower, he really knew what it meant to be addicted to someone now.

Lynne giggled hysterically. She started snorting, and she couldn't get ahold of herself. He'd never heard his baby laugh so hard before.

"Well I'm so glad to know that my morning breath is only rated to be as rank as a little island beach lizard, and not a big iguana, or a fucking dragon," said Lynne still peeling with laughter. 

"I waited until we were married to sneak a taste of your morning kiss. I was too embarrassed for you to know I was so sick in love for you I didn't mind your morning breath. Don't judge me beautiful," murmured Leif.

"I'm not gonna judge you. I love the smell of your armpits in the morning, so I think I understand. I'm flattered that you love me so much Leify. I love you too," said Lynne. 

Lynne stretched and kissed him in the crown of his dreadlocks.

"Let me umm...I wanna draw a hot bath for you. It'll probably soothe your pussy a bit more. Then maybe we can grab some breakfast. I'm sure you are hungry lovely. After our breakfast, maybe go for a swim," he added kissing her forehead. 

"Yes, that sounds fun!" said Lynne. 

"Okay, wait right here and I'll get your bath all ready for you," said Leif lovingly. 

***

Lynne went to her suitcase and took out her Journal. She'd brought it with her to write in the mornings, when she had some time to reflect, but she needed to write something to that beautiful man of hers.

He needed to know, how thankful she was for him, how much she was enjoying her honeymoon with him so far, and how grateful she was that he'd gently given her a way to spread her wings and soar close to his own heart, and learn about grown up emotions, sex, and love.

She didn't want her husband thinking for a second that she was upset that she was slightly sore, or that she would grow an aversion to sex like she had before. 

This was different!

Leif hadn't hurt her, he'd loved her so good, and she came so hard she thought she'd pass out with pleasure each time. It was only in the aftermath of their ravenous lovemaking that she felt a little sore, but it was a delicious, well-used, sore feeling. She finally understood what dirty blues records meant when they used the expression, hurt so good, and sock it to me daddy.

She used to feel revolted just listening to the tunes, because she'd thought penetration was just horrible. Then with Leif she liked it, but thought she would only like it when he was careful with her, gentle and romantic, until he opened her eyes to the differences between fucking and lovemaking.

And now she didn't want to live without either. They each had their place, and she thanked him for gently showing her the way with both varieties. Her eyes got watery and her throat got so lumpy writing the note. 

Because Leif loved her! They'd enjoyed the absolute hell out of each other but when he thought he'd hurt her even a little, he had tears in his eyes, as masculine as he was. Yet, Martin, smarmy in all things except what was right in the church was cruel and violent to her when he took her virginity by raping her and the whole time he knew he was hurting her, because she screamed and after the ordeal was through he was not apologetic. Leif's gentleness with her heart and spirit, not wanting for her to feel discomfort the morning after despite the joy that they shared during their multiple love making sessions made Lynne love him even more. And imagine, her mother had always told her that if she found a good church boy, he would never mistreat her or degrade her. But the one who put her on a pedestal was Leif, and that was because his heart was touched by everything good and warm and righteous, she didn't care what kind of weird Sun God her man was believing in this week, whatever he was doing he had to be touched by a higher power, because his heart was beautiful. Just like his damn body and gorgeous blonde hair.

And she told him so in her note.

She folded it up, sprayed it with a little bit of the vanilla mist from his Mom's herbal farm that she liked to wear and put it on his side of the bed.

"So your bath is ready lovely, I'll let you go in there alone this time, I'm afraid if I go in there with you, I'll wind up fucking you again, dirtying you up again before you even get out of the bathroom," he added huskily.

Lynne was still wearing the Leif's wifey t-shirt, hadn't bothered to put back on her panties, and he swatted her bare ass as he led her in the doorway.

Lynne giggled. 

"I've cleaned up the bathroom from your wild fun and games last night, throwing the water all around," teased Leif.

"My wild fun and games? You had quite a bit to do with those crazy games yourself," said Lynne with a chuckle.

"Oh, you mean when you flashed me your boobs and attacked me with the rubber ducky," teased Leif.

"I think you are telling a bit of revisionist history here, you stuck the ducky back there and you kept tickling me in the water, that's how I remembered it," teased Lynne.

"I'm not remembering your version of events, my little seductress. The water temperature is how you like it. Close to how you selected it yesterday evening. All I ask is that you let me know when you are finished your bath. I'd like to dry you off and care for your sweet soft skin, myself, if that's okay with you," he added.

He swallowed, with a bit of passion it seemed to Lynne and kissed her forehead lovingly.

Lynne melted.

"Of course it's okay with me. It sounds like you are going to spoil me," moaned Lynne.

"Told you on the drive up here, you ain't seen nothing yet!" he added. 

He took her hand, and let her over to the bathtub. He'd lit scented candles all around, spread rose petals on the water, and covered the bath in fragrant bubbles.

He'd picked one of the rosebushes from the "live bouquet", taken the thorns off and lay it on the bathtub edge.

"Leify it looks wonderful!" she sighed delightfully. 

She smelled the rose and sighed, and then she looked at the surface of the water, skimming the pretty rose petals with her hands.

"There's some baby oil and bath salts in the water to make your skin and pussy feel better. I know we went at it hard last night, so take this time to get soothed and feel refreshed, take all the time you need. Well go on and step inside. Your rubber ducky is in there too if you want to get started on orgasm number one. You have nine that I want you to have today if you'll remember," he added with a playful chuckle.

"I'd rather wait for you, to play with the ducky again, I liked when you gave me that bath last night. I'll be good Leify if you play with me, I promise, I won't play too hard," said Lynne huskily, planting her hands gently on his chest. 

"Yeah, we'll go easy on you the first few times today. I'm gonna step outside now. I'd bathe you but we know how that turned out last night. I can't be near you right now without wanting to fuck you. And I need to give you a chance to heal," said Leif, gently lifting off her Leif's wifey T-shirt.

He slung it into the floor, kissed her forehead, and led her into the water, leaving her alone for her bath.

***

In the meantime, Leif tidied up the bedroom, and got himself together so he'd be ready to dry off his lovely little goddess after she took her bath.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 61



He noticed the note on his side of the night table. He smelled it as soon as he picked it up, like vanilla, and he knew it was a love note from his new wife.

But reading it through, seeing those words on paper, lovingly written, telling him how much she enjoyed being with him, how thankful she was to him, grateful was the word she used in her lovely note for teaching her about intimacy, and fucking and lovemaking and being patient and kind made his eyes well up.

Clearly, she had not grown skittish because of a little early morning soreness. She even thanked him for helping her to grow up, and feel like a grown woman. So he supposed he babied her too much sometimes, when he worried about her well being, but he couldn't help himself.

He loved her, and he'd never been entrusted with anything as valuable and precious to him as his young wife, and he'd rather err on the side of overprotecting her than not protecting her enough. 

He was sure she understood, even if he was babying her. And he knew part of her liked being babied intensely, and it was surely needed. It seemed to Leif his young wife was a lamb, reared by wolves, and being groomed by a slaughterer for a first boyfriend. 

Oh hell yes, he'd much rather err on the side of caution.

He smelled the sheets where they'd lain, picking up her scent, then tidied up their bed, and straightened up the room, before smelling her note again.

"Leif, baby, I'm ready," she called out to him.

Leif returned to the bathroom. She was still in the water looking like an angel, but she'd used all the bath bubble sand he could see the reflection of her naked body under the water flanked by rose petals.

It was a sight almost too beautiful to look at, those small perky breasts, the tiny waist, and the way her hips flared out into gorgeous shapely legs, that lovely pear shape that she had.

"Did the water make your muscles and your pussy feel better," he crooned sweetly.

"Yeah baby, much better," said Lynne.

"Good. Give me your hand," murmured Leif.

He took her hand, leading her out of the water, and he immediately draped her in two big terry cloth towels, one to keep her warm, while he fussed over and dried off her back, shoulders, feet, and calves.

Water had pooled around her belly button, such a perfect sight, adorable little outie, his body was inflamed with lust for her.

Before he even knew what he was doing, he'd reached out and sucked the cute, tiny little bulb.

Then he kissed all around her bikini line, and he smelled her sweet girl juices starting to flow again.

"I'm ruining you. Getting your pussy all messy with juice all over again and you just stepped out of the bath baby," he murmured nuzzling her sandy pubic hair adoringly, worshiping at her feet.

"Oh baby, you can ruin me all you want, there's a bath still full of water I can use to wipe up again, I don't care even if it's cold," panted Lynne, opening the towel wide to give him a show as he began to gently suck where her lips came together while tracing crosswise over the lips as Lynne roared with sexy, sensual, appreciation.

His mouth was too full of her pussy to answer that, when he was finished with his baby, he'd draw her a fresh bath, or help her wash her pussy in the shower.

Lynne grunted, and propped one foot on his shoulder, spreading her pussy over his mouth.

Leif's cock got so hard he groaned in ecstasy. He wanted to fuck her again so much but did not want to make his sweet baby any more sore than she already was.

He channeled his extremely hungry sexual desire, panting-

"Your pussy deserves a ton of kisses to make up for all the pounding yesterday. Kisses and sucks and everything that makes her purr with pleasure," he murmured huskily.

He boldly parted her feminine lips, and began sucking her clitoris, delighting as it hardened and swelled up so large into his loving lips, he loved how swollen her little clit got, he'd never seen one get as swollen and hard as hers did, and doubtlessly that was why she came so good and hard, and he loved the primal nature of how big her clit could get when it was engorged with pleasure. It was beautiful to him! 

"Leify, I can't stand it, I love you so much!" she whimpered.

Her foot on his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of them in the mirror, and Lynne was gyrating on his face like a nasty little kitten in heat, making these adorable, sexy little fuck faces while her pussy throbbed with delight and she was on the cusp of a wonderful orgasm, he could tell it as she pulled his dreadlocks near his ears.

He wanted to bring Lynne over the edge, so he teased and tantalized her tight anus with a loving tongue, bringing his attention up higher, over where he should enter her, then lovingly pulling her swollen, bare clit gently between sucking, kissing lips gently cradling her clit on his tongue, moving it back and forth, gently as though he was sucking a piece of candy.

"Baby, baby, I'm coming!" she yelped loudly, as though he couldn't feel her clit and those juicy pussy lips quivering with pleasure into his mouth.

To make her orgasm better, he teased her anus with a gentle thumb, and she backed up on his thumb moaning with pleasure.

"You fill me so good! I fucking love you so much," she whimpered, her hands tangled in his dreadlocks, pulling his face deeper into her pussy.

He breathed in the heavenly scent of her feminine garden, groaned as he savored the juices slicking his lips and chin, sighed with wonder at the feeling of her tight innocent anus on his thumb.

She kept jerking her hips over his face wantonly and her pussy kept clutching so he knew she was coming more than once, she kept moaning.

He would let her tell him how many times this was for her, how close he was to breaking her freaky little record of solo play.

Finally she collapsed against him, hugging his face to her stomach.

She panted in and out with rapid breaths, squeezing his head to her navel an suffocating him a bit.

Lynne was overwhelmed with pleasure and he loved to inspire those feelings in his beautiful wife.

"Sweetness, I can't breathe," murmured Leif moving his head a bit from her embrace.

"Baby I'm sorry! That was so damn fun!" she exclaimed.

She joined him on her own knees, kneeling before him.

"Now it's your turn," she murmured leering at him huskily.

Leif let out a husky, masculine chuckle.

"Baby, you better let that pussy rest, that's why I had you take the hot bath with the bath soaps and oil. You should feel much better by the afternoon, and I can break you in a little more," said Leif with a wicked smile swatting her bottom and licking his lips.

Lynne leaned in and kissed the glaze of her womanly passion right off of his lips.

Leif groaned, enjoying her kiss and gently circling her beautiful thick nipples in his own loving fingers.

"My mouth isn't sore," panted Lynne sexily pawing his chest.

"Mmm, you are so lovely. At least let me shower first. Been doing a hell of a lot of sweating because you are so damn frisky," he moaned tracing her lips with a gentle thumb. 

He got up out of the floor, extended his hand to her, to help her up, and with none of the gentleness he'd bathed her with, started the stand up shower in their two-piece bathroom, closing the shower door behind him.

***

Lynne could see the reflection of his beautiful body in the steamy bath mirror through the glass-enclosed shower while she brushed her teeth. She brushed her teeth vigorously, gargled, then stifled a naughty chuckle.

Her husband needed help washing his back, and she was just the help he needed. She moved her hands over the steamy glass, making the steamed up image of his gorgeous tan body crystal clear.

He was engrossed in his bathing, and he didn't notice how she'd smoothed away the steam and was staring at his naked body, but she was luxuriating over his body all golden, tan, and glistening with water. Chuckling with giddiness she pulled open the shower door.

Leif let out a husky chuckle.

"Hmm, what are you doing in her, huh, gorgeous girl, you already had a nice long bath, you don't need to be in here getting clean," he added playfully.

"I know. See I got a real good husband who takes care of me. He keeps pampering me and drawing me baths, but the problem is that I don't think he's letting anyone be around to take care of him, even though he's got a little wife around, who is just crazy about him and wants to take care of him as good as he takes care of her," said Lynne sweetly.

"Is that so?" said Leif chuckling.

Lynne's eyes caught on the vision of the water cascading down his naked, muscular back. She recalled the longing she felt so long ago, when she watched him playing the audience with his back turned, behind the dumpster.

She'd wanted so bad to touch his naked back then, and now that she was his wife, it was all hers. She couldn't help glancing down of her his masculine hips, and then his taut, hard, round little buttocks, the left one emblazoned with his tattoo of love for her, her name, and the date of their wedding, etched upon it.

Memorialized.

"Oh shit I love you so much baby," moaned Lynne her voice slurred with the depth of her passion.

She didn't know what he was washing himself with, but she wanted to bathe him in her love, her tongue was reaching out before she knew it, and she was on her tippy toes, licking the back of his neck, while Leif moaned with masculine ecstasy.

Still on her tippy toes, Lynne whispered huskily in his ear-

"You missed a spot," licking behind his ear, and then taking his whole ear into her mouth, sucking it and biting it. 

Leif chuckled hard.

And he moaned.

"You're a naughty little wife Lynne, and you are about to find out what happens to naughty little girls who tease their big strong husbands," crooned Leif softly.

"I can't wait to find out what happens!" said Lynne with a naughty chuckle.

"Trying to go easy on you baby, I know your pussy is sore," he murmured, reaching behind her and slapping her ass.

"Ouch!" she squealed giggling.

She reached for his weak spot, his pits, and he chuckled loudly before mashing his arms down and dropping his soap and his sponge in his zealousness to protect his armpits.

Before he could bend over and get them, Lynne had crawled between his legs, reaching for the bar of soap and the sponge.

"It's hardly right for you to be on your knees in front of me, beautiful," he added.

He knelt down and caressed her chin dimple, looked at her worshipfully and kissed her forehead.

Was it any wonder that she got off serving this hippie Adonis.

"Please stand up and let me wash you. You've pampered me so much it's only right," said Lynne pushing on his hip.

"Oh alright! It's way more fun to wash your girlie stuff though. It's soft. And sometimes it bounces and jiggles. And sometimes you squeal when I wash your naughtier parts," said Leif with a husky chuckle his blue eyes dancing.

"Well shit, maybe I feel the same way, about listening to you squeal when I wash you, up you go!" said Lynne slapping his ass like a drill Sargent.

"Oh Okay, you can be a feisty little thing sometimes," said Leif playfully.

He stood up straight, and Lynne stood up, lathering the sponge, chasing his blonde chest hairs, scrubbing up his pits, and his delectable torso and belly button.

She unlatched the shower nozzle to rinse away the suds, then kissed the beaded water path that glistened in the wake of the water stream.

She teased his nipples under the jets, and Leif groaned. She then followed up with her mouth, gently circling around each nipple, following it up with her tongue.

She watched his thick cock spring upwards, out of the nest of his blond curly hair down below. She swallowed her own drool.

It seemed it had been about a week since she swallowed his come, and she missed the taste of his hot pearly essence, spurting out over her tongue, and how warm it felt when she swallowed his seed into her belly.

Her pussy was not that sore, and she could take him again, but as she told him, her mouth was just fine, and she missed having it there, she loved being his champion cock sucker, and especially since she'd shown him in the car, she knew how to work it deeper than ever before.

Lynne kissed each of his muscular hips.

Leif looked down at her longingly, caressing her mouth.

"I love you so much. You're such a little tease," he moaned as she kissed the head of his cock.

He gently stroked the crown of her hair with wet fingertips.

"No I'm not a tease. A tease would be a woman who got you all worked up, and wouldn't suck or swallow. But your wife loves to suck your big thick cock, and I can't wait to swallow you, or let you come all over my titties, whichever you prefer," 

"OH sweet, I love it when you talk dirty little wifey. I saved up a lot of come for you overnight. I might have some for your mouth, and your lovely breasts. Then maybe later I'll give you some deep in your belly nice and warm and sticky like we love," he murmured softly. 

Lynne giggled as he stroked her chin dimple. She loved when he doted on her.

Lynne soaped up the sponge, then worked on his balls, and inner thighs, once they were all clean, she turned the shower nozzle on his inner thighs, then ran it teasingly under his balls.

Leif made a groaning sound that Lynne did not recognize, halfway between a groan and a chuckle.

"Mmm, Fuck yeah darlin', maybe we get you a nurse uniform and we can pretend like I'm a dirty old man and you're giving me the fucking sponge bath of my life," said Leif.

Lynne chuckled, and chuckled.

"That sounds like a fun sex game Leify," said Lynne.

His body rinsed clean, Lynne licked cross wise over his inner thighs and balls, as though giving it another cleaning and polishing, outside of the shower.

She loved the sweet, soapy, masculine musk of him, loved inhaling it and taking it deep into her throat and nostrils, and she felt her own womanhood starting to moisten.

She loved to masturbate herself while she sucked his cock and the only reason he didn't was because she wanted to give him her full, amorous attention.

She reached out for the web of his testicles, remembering before how adamant he'd been about her not touching that area, but also being aware that although he hesitated before, he was assuredly clean now, she'd bathed him there.

She thought of nothing but the longing to love and explore him everywhere, the same way he'd already delighted her with his mouth.

She lovingly took his balls into her mouth, as much as she could, gently sucking them while she lightly traced his shaft with one hand.

"Shit, sweetheart, I love you," he moaned huskily and Lynne could see Leif curling his gorgeous toes until they were pink in the water.

He possessively grabbed several locks of her hair, pulling the source of his pleasure deep into his crotch and Lynne glowed at feeling his ardor.

She reached her tongue out toward the web of his testicles while gently masturbating his shaft, and his pleasurable moan sounded like he was a virgin to having his testicles delighted during sex play.

"Oh you're such a tease. I want your mouth on my cock, and your hands on my balls," he groaned.

Lynne chuckled. She knew that was what he wanted, but as she lightly began sucking and pulling at the area where his testicles and ass came together his throaty moan hinted and the pleasure he was experiencing.

She reached behind and began to cup his tight, muscular ass, trying to gently dip her fingers inside his ass crack, feeling that her pleasurable exploration probably loosened his stance a little bit. Maybe he would be open now for her to explore his erogenous zones around his anus while she sucked his cock.

But Leif opened his eyes from their passion glazed state, looked down at her cooly and whispered, almost icily-

"Now cut it out with that gay shit right now!"

"Gay shit! What Gay shit!" said Lynne shrilly.

"Stop playing in my ass! I don't like it, damn it!" said Leif.

He was almost shouting.

"Okay! Fine. I don't like when you shout at me!" said Lynne doing her own shouting.

"I'm sorry. Just keep your fingers out of my ass," he added firmly.

Lynne looked up at him and nodded, slightly chastened.

She was hurt at how cold he'd turned, so suddenly, and she'd only been trying to give her sexy man some pleasure in new ways he hadn't experienced before. It didn't mean she wanted to do anything gay to him.

Whatever they did couldn't be gay, she was a wife doing these things to a husband she loved. It wasn't man on man contact, and she felt a little hurt that he was putting up a wall between them, this man who had taught her to be so free with her own baby. 

She moved her hands to gently cupping his buttocks, and started to tease his shaft, which pointed angrily, deliciously towards her mouth, with her full, ripe lips.

"Yeah, now that's a good girl, that's what your husband likes, oh baby, my cock loves you," he moaned, tracing her eager outer lips with his cock.

She looked up at him, her eyes a little watery. She still felt a little hurt at how sharp his tone was.

But he was so handsome, and his eyes softened, and looked down at her, full of longing and steamy pleasure.

"Such an angel face, I love you sweetheart," he added stroking her hair and grinning down at her, his lip pursed the way it did when he anticipated pleasure for his dick.

The words, the I love you, was really what she needed.

She swallowed down the hurt when he'd been harsh with her earlier. She'd pushed his boundaries unwittingly but there might be time to try later. She only wanted to please him more than anything and she was so willing.

She crawled submissively between his knees, wanting to be his special girl and please her husband.

The water cascaded down her back, and her hair started to curl up.

"So cute when it does this. I never see it like this, Wwar your hair like this for me today on the beach, baby," he added pulling at her curls.

Because when she was younger, her mother would do anything to burn her tendril curls straight into submission, Leif made her feel so beautiful.

She nodded at him.

"I love your dick," she moaned languidly over the head.

She teased it joyously with kisses, sucks, and licks to the head.

Leif rocked on his haunches toward her mouth, but she was experienced at teasing him, gripping and gently massaging his shaft and kissing the head while he moaned with delight.

And, once she felt like she'd teased him enough that he was longing for her mouth, she cupped his buttocks gently, careful not to go near his anus, opened her mouth wide, and took his cock deeply and solidly into her mouth.

"Shit, baby, love your sweet lips!" he cried hoarsely. 

She loved to suck his cock. The smell of him, the taste of him, the feel of his thick head first on her tongue, and then lodged at the back of her throat, his eyes staring down hooded, lovingly into her own, not breaking his eye contact, stroking her face like she was his beloved angel, little wonder she got off so hard sucking his cock.

She parted her legs slightly, as much for his visual enjoyment, as for him to see that she was so in tune to his pleasure that just sucking his cock was making her moist.

"God, I want to touch you everywhere, so soft and lovely," he panted.

Lynne took more of him even deeper into her throat, relaxing her throat muscles, bobbing up and down over his head, fucking her own throat with his thick cock, trusting him, the way she wanted him to trust her, trusting him not to gag her.

He stroked her face, and her hair and her cheeks, nibbling his mouth and looking down into her brown eyes with his blue ones.

"Touch yourself baby, I can't do it, you're down too low for me to reach you," he panted huskily.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 61



Lynne removed some of his cock from her throat, kissed the tip of his shaft, smiled at him, started circling his cock with her eager tongue, and circling her own nipples for their mutual enjoyment.

"Mmm, that's my sweet baby, you want your husband's come?" he panted.

She nodded, her mouth still obediently on the head of his cock. She plunged her tongue in the slit, knowing how much that pleasured Leif when he was on the edge.

"Yes, little wifey, yes, yes!" he grunted.

Lynne moaned on his cock, tasting the sweet saltiness of his essence spurting in her mouth. She looked down at his cock longingly in her mouth, what she'd craved for, for a week.

Leif kept panting with husky pleasure looked at her naughtily and gently dislodged his cock from her pouty mouth, spurting a trail of sticky essence over her chin and then Lynne quickly squeezed together both of her small perky breasts, she didn't want either of them neglected from his erogenous shower.

Leif's face was ravished with pleasure as his cock spewed uncontrollably with several bursts of semen, his pearly white essence aglow all over her caramel breasts and their candy coated chocolate nipples. 

"Oh God, you look so damn beautiful baby," he groaned with pleasure, still painting her skin with the evidence of his pleasure.

Lynne watched the virile outpouring of his seed on her skin until it slowed to a trickle. Now all that was left was a longing for the seed in her belly as well.

"God I want it on me every where, I love to bathe in it," she panted like a woman possessed, toying with the jizz on her breasts, and rubbing it into her nipples.

She turned her attentions to his softening cock, cleaning off the remnants of semen that were on his head, but he quickly knelt down into the shower water with her, nuzzling her neck, kissing her, and then licking and sucking her thick juicy nipples, which were covered in his own essence, then passing the flavor back to her in a steamy kiss as the water pounded down around them from the shower over head, now lukewarm.

***

"Looks like you're all dirty again. I can't even count how many times you got filthy since we started this honeymoon, and how many baths you've been given, but you like to play with husband come, you love it in your pussy, in your mouth, and on your skin," said Leif with playful disapproval.

He quickly unhooked the shower head from the overhead mount, fiddled with the settings and turned it to a pulsating setting that he thought would be pleasurable for Lynne's skin, and not irritate her delicate nipples.

He started with her adorable, ethnic Shirley temple curls. He loved when that flat ironed shoulder length hair that she had curled up into that poofy little bob thing. He couldn't get enough of the curls, or how they would bounce when he'd play with them. He loved her hair this way, and she'd never wear it like this at home, she was always straightening it with rollers and flat irons. He was glad they were away on their honeymoon, and he'd been able to convince her to wear her hair a little bit like this.

Lynne giggled as the water cascaded through her hair, drawing up whatever parts of her hair that were not already curly into adorable brown ringlets.

"Cut it out!" she squealed giggling and covering her hair.

"Too late, it's already cute little Shirley temple," he teased, kissing the crown of her hair.

She chuckled as he rinsed over her neck with the shower stream, but the chuckles turned to moans as the pulsating shower head stream began to jettison over her cocoa colored nipples, the thick, juicy points which never failed to fascinate him, he'd never seen such juicy nipples before his sweet Lynney.

"That feel's good doesn't it?" he asked huskily now kneeling in front of her, his mouth barely above a whisper.

She answered by tangling her fingers into his dreadlocks and entreating his lips into a kiss as he continued to toy with her breasts with the warm water of the showerhead.

Leif groaned at the sweet minty flavor of Lynne's moist mouth, fresh with toothpaste. Her pouty, juicy mouth felt good to him, and he pulled, and sucked at her thick, shapely lips.

He turned the strength of the shower jet up slightly, running the stream crosswise over Lynne's sensitive nipple.

Lynne threw her head back sensuously and groaned with pleasure.

She licked her lips and traced a path over her flat, perfect stomach, hinting down towards the brown, curly hairs below.

Lynne excited him with her eager sensuality and her love of self-pleasuring. His cock hardened watching her toy with her clitoris, and the furrow of her lips, her lips parted slightly like she was about to taste something sweet.

He moaned and stuck his tongue in her mouth, tasting her flavor while toying with her nipples with the shower jet moving in rapid circles now.

"Someone should be on her second orgasm. I remember you need to have nine today so I can pleasure you more than you've ever been pleasured," he whispered headily in her ear, nibbling the curve of her ear.

She giggled. Then Lynne squirmed before him, her wriggling aroused him, and he squeezed his own hardened cock a few times before dislodging her fingers from between her damp curls, first sniffing the heavenly scents, and then licking her moist fingers while Lynne squealed from ticklishness before laughing from the pit of her belly.

Her husky giggle was so damned sexy he wanted to fuck her hard so that she bounced in the air like a spinning top like he did yesterday, but he knew she was still a bit sore.

"You're so sexy, if you weren't sore, I'd bend you over backwards and tickle your pussy with that showerhead, and my cock at the same time," he crooned playfully.

Lynne turned around on her heels, her ass facing him-

"God that sounds so lovely! I'm not that sore. What's stopping you? I can tell your cock needs more attention baby," she crooned huskily.

"Me giving you a little more time to heal. Maybe the showerhead first, and if you're a good girl, this afternoon, maybe some cock. I don't have to use my cock to make you come the first few times today. That comes later...you'll want the cock that much longer, probably come on it before I get it all the way inside you," he added playfully tweaking her chin dimple.

Leif sucked and nibbled the sexy ridge under her upper lip, and moved the stream over her belly, then turned it up higher and wriggled it in circles over her wet, curly bush, delighting in Lynne's squeals of pleasure and delight.

"God It's so good!" she yipped.

He knew then that while she loved playing with vibrators, she was a virgin to the pleasures of playing with her body under a high-powered jet stream of water. This was something he knew gave women and their cute clits extreme pleasure and he felt so privileged to share this with her for the first time.

He angled the stream over her belly and aimed it so that the stream rushed over her pussy lips and then the water trickled over her clit to pleasure her, so that the stream was not so extreme to irritate her clit, learning from the way he pleasured her with his mouth, awakening her hood first, gently.

Leif could tell his wife was feeling pleasure, because her mouth was opened wide enough to catch flies. She was so sweet, and hilarious at the same time.

He couldn't help tangling his fingers in her curly hair and kissing her ravenously Lynne gripped for the shower head like the sexy little vixen that she was, turning it so that it was like a fountain under his strong grasp, and then knelt like a kitten in heat, gyrating her hips over the showerhead tickling her clit and pussy lips under the gushing stream. 

That was when he decided to take things to another level of joy and pleasure for his beautiful young wife.

He leaned close to her ear, and whispered huskily-

"So you have eight more orgasms until you beat the freaky little record you set on your own. And I think it's high time that your loving husband taught you that having eight comes with me is far more than you'll ever have coming by yourself,"

"Everything with you is more fun than the time I spent alone," moaned Lynne.

"That's good then baby girl, you're about to have a lot of fun right now," murmured Leif kissing down her back, loving the feel of her soft feminine skin under his lips.

She knew where he was headed, he was certain, the spot that she loved and she leaned up on her haunches, beckoning him.

Lynne's hands were occupied with the shower faucet, tilting it towards her hips. 

He looked down into her eyes but all he could see was the whites of Lynne's eyes. She looked like a woman possessed as she gyrated her hips, and Leif knew she was on the brink of orgasm.

He bit one of her ass cheeks, spreading her buttocks wide with his thumb.

Lynne yelped loudly with delight.

"Two is better than one baby. You keep playing with the faucet, but two is better than one, it's much more fun to let your husband help you masturbate yourself," he crooned sweetly.

He sniffed and inhaled the intimate smell between Lynne's ass cheeks before plunging his tongue thoroughly inside, loving the taste of Lynne's tight anus. 

"Leify! Baby!" panted Lynne.

He felt the tell tale signs of her anus quivering against his tongue as her pussy muscles squeezed, signaling that she was coming, but his lusty young wife had not had enough, and he loved it.

He'd make her come as many times as she wanted to go!

She scooted her ass back further towards his mouth, and knowing what she wanted, he pressed his tongue deeply into her perfect delicate orifice.

Lynne let out a loud groan, then a wail that sounded like a scream and he felt her tight anus clutching around his tongue.

Leif reached up and cupped her perfect, smooth globes and squeezed her rigid nipples while Lynne gasped still on her orgasmic high.

"I love you!" she sighed trying to catch her breath.

But Leif wasn't going to let her go. Her pleasure and joy meant that much to him.

"I love you too," he murmured kissing her forehead and letting her catch her breath a little bit as she cradled her head against his back and he spooned her from behind.

"How many was that," he asked kissing her forehead.

Lynne chuckled.

"Now you are being silly, and I'm afraid to answer it. I'm already more satisfied than I've ever been in my life. You asked me the most I came in one day, and I answered honestly, that I had a busy hand and imagination playing with myself before I meant you. But you asked the wrong question last night. You didn't ask me the most pleasure I had in a day. The answer to that would be yesterday, had way more pleasure with you than I ever felt before," murmured Lynne yawning against his neck.

"Still and all, I have this deep seated male need to give my wife the ultimate pleasure. So tell me how many it was. I kept seeing you rolling your eyes back like a little wifey possessed and rolling your hips. Just tell me how many it was. Looked like more than one to me," he added playfully against her ear.

Lynne giggled more before answering-

"That was three. Three really good ones too Leify, in the shower. And then there were two when you kissed my pussy after you dried me off," murmured Lynne licking her lips.

"That twinkle in your eye means you still have a few more left in you," said Leif with a playful chuckle.

He turned her around in his arms.

This time he wanted to taste her hardened clit under his tongue.

He took the showerhead, now pulsing with what was probably cold water.

He kissed around her adorable stomach, nibbling at her hips.

Lynne didn't wait for his kisses to begin trailing her feminine regions, he supposed she was too excited to wait, her fingers tangled roughly into his dreadlocks, mashing his mouth close to her pussy.

Knowing that her clit was hardened and too sensitive yet for direct contact, he took both her bushy little lips into his mouth, pulling and sucking her lips and clit like he was kissing her, angling the cold jet at the cute pucker that was her adorable anus.

Lynne let out a series of adorable squeals that hardened his cock.

At first he thought the water might be a bit too cold on her ass and started to angle it away, but her loud cries-

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" while she scratched at his neck indicated that she was enjoying both the cold water, and his exploration of her clit and her lower lips, and so he accompanied his sucks with bold swipes of his tongue.

He was trying to unleash the deepest reserves of pleasure in his young beautiful wife. 

He gripped her hips, helping to hold her steady as she gyrated her ass over the shower jet and her pussy into his mouth.

As her pussy kept jumping with sweet delight into his loving lips while he let forth a husky chuckle, his mouth full of her pussy and juices, he would not let her go, squeezing her hips to his mouth.

"Oh Leify, please, please, I'm tired baby!" she yipped.

Her pussy fluttering into his mouth with another orgasm. 

"I love you so much," he murmured, removing his lips from her pussy and kissing her belly.

"I love you too," she whispered. 

He sat upright and pulled Lynne into his arms.

The shower jet was on but pouring into the shower stall unattended. 

He cuddled her wet face against his neck, rocking her body back and forth.

"Are you okay baby. I only wanted to make you feel better than you ever felt, didn't mean to tire you out so much," he added dotingly pulling one of her tendril curls.

"I'm fine baby. I never felt so good before. I want to make you feel good too. Stand up," she panted.

She was still shivering with pleasure in his arms.

"I'm not sure I should let you go, and stand up. You're still shaking. I think I should dry you off, get you warm and help you get dressed for the beach. You look wobbly and exhausted, let me take care of you," he husked.

"No I don't think so. I think you should stand up, and let me suck your cock," she murmured pulling at his shoulders.

And she was so insistent, what was he to do but stand up before her, his cock already hardened from watching her squirm and groan so much above the faucet head and against his face.

So he stood up and stroked her face adoringly-

"I can't get enough of you sweetheart," he murmured, running his fingers through her hair.

"I know. Good thing I can't get enough of you either," she said playfully.

He loved her adorable cheekiness. She had this wit about her even though she was shy.

He glanced longingly at her rigid, thick nipples, pointed out sharply, drizzled in moisture from the shower. She was so damn sexy he wanted to turn her around in his arms and fuck her hard, doggy style, and watch the water dribble down her back. However, he knew he shouldn't do this, he remembered her rubbing her tender pussy, early in the morning, before he came in the room, and he knew she needed time to heal.

That sexy, pouty little mouth would have to do for now, and he was more than willing to give her more of his seed.

"Mmm, Lynney," he groaned as she started to kiss around the head.

"Mmm Leify. This time I want to swallow every drop babe, don't wanna waste none of it," she groaned against his cock head.

She opened her mouth wide, and plunged his cock mercifully in her eager lips, slurping him down into the deep recesses of her mouth, deep throating him clear up to his balls. Leif groaned in ecstasy.

"Oh, Damn I love you sweetie," he moaned, his hand tangled in her hair.

She leaned up and got the shower nozzle, toying with the cool water over his balls and on his inner thighs while she picked up her cock suction.

It was the water massage of a lifetime for Leif, while she serviced his cock with loving, eager lips, and he looked down at her willing, beautiful face.

Leif threw his head back and made a loud sound of ecstasy almost like a roar as Lynne bobbed her head this way, and that way on his cock, taking him in deeper, sucking him harder as though his cock was a tasty piece of candy.

He knew he was going to blow, and he grabbed her face, petting her adorable cheeks, when he felt Lynne turn the cold shower nozzle towards his anus, filling him with a base pleasure he'd never felt before while his hot ejaculate spewed satisfyingly out of his cock and down her angelic throat.

His blonde eyelashes fluttered with so much ecstasy he didn't even have the time to focus on how uncomfortable he was with the idea of her toying with his anus, despite telling her not to, at this point, all Leif could do was feel, and the same way his cock tingled and contracted his ass did too, causing him to curl his toes, and cry out hoarsely his fingers rough in her hair.

"Lynney!"

She looked at him worshipfully, shoved the shooting spray further up into his ass, deep throating his cock, swallowing his jizz, then dislodging it and sucking the sticky remnants clean before licking her own lips and wiping them off with the back of her hand, as though his come was some type of delicious vanilla frosting.

He knew he was lucky she was such an enthusiastic little lover, and he'd never come so hard during a blowjob. 

Still he was more than a little uncomfortable with Lynne disregarding his wishes and playing with has ass with the shower nozzle.

He waiting until his breathing calmed down and the high of his orgasm subsided.

She looked up at him, eager, trusting, wanting to hear that she'd made him feel good and pleased her man. He knew she was vulnerable and tender, but feeling that weird pleasure in his ass when he'd asked her not to toy with him that made him feel that his masculinity was on the line, and he had to do something to correct this shit, before she took ass play during blow jobs too far! 

He stopped touching her face and looked down at her a little cooly.

"Did you hear me the first time Lynney? I asked you not to fool around with my ass," said Leif.

"Yeah, I heard you...and I didn't fool with it with my hand. But I thought you'd like the shower water back there. I came so hard when you did it when you ate me out baby, harder than I ever thought I would," said Lynne.

"But I told you not to fool around back there and we didn't discuss you hosing out my ass as an exception. When I tell you I don't want to try something honey, I expect you to listen to me and respect my body, and my boundaries, just like I respect yours," said Leif.

"How is that not respecting your body! How will you know if there is something new and fun to try if you won't explore with me? I'm frankly surprised to hear this coming from you, a man who taught me to feel comfortable expressing myself with a sexual vocabulary, having orgasms, having sex just about anywhere, and introduced me to the joys of a penis. Now you want to go all prudish with me because you don't like stuff near your ass," said Lynne.

She got out of the kneeling position and stood up in the shower.

"This is not about being a prude. It's about respecting your partner. I told you, I didn't want ass play, and you are finding a way to sneak it in anyway! That ass play stuff is your kink, not mine!" snapped Leif and he folded his arms across his chest.

"I wasn't trying to make it into a kink for you! I was just trying to do something to you that felt good to me when it was just done to me. Hell, if you can't trust me Leif, who can you trust to explore!" shouted Lynne.

"Again, it's about boundaries. You of all people should understand that. I waited to kiss you, have sex with you, and then fuck you until you were comfortable. The entire landscape of our sexual life has been dictated about what makes you comfortable. The one time I ask you to respect one of my boundaries, it's too much for you to do. Too much for you to comprehend that if I didn't want your fingers near my asshole, I didn't want the shower nozzle spewing cold water in my ass either!" shouted Leif, opening up the glass shower and wrapping himself in a towel.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 61



Lynne followed right behind him. 

"Well you sure did look like you liked it. I never saw you come so hard before! You looked like you were about to start speaking in tongues. God damn it Leif! You taught me everything about sex, and you've done everything before me! When you are you going to let me show you something new? Explore new ground with me," challenged Lynne wrapping up her own body in a towel.

"I told you before, nothing I've done before I met you has ever held a candle to the way I feel now. At some point Lynne, you are going to have to trust that you are the best little lover that I've had and my freaky little soul mate. You want me to put things in your ass all day that's fine, but this is where, as a man, I have to draw the line. So what it if feels good, when you spray my ass while giving me a blowjob? Then what's next? His and her dildos? Then dresses for you and I that match? No fuck that shit, we need to have some boundaries," said Leif.

And he meant what he was saying. Sure the gust of water in his ass felt good, a little too good, and that made him uncomfortable. Didn't matter if the perpetrator was his beautiful wife. He didn't want that area getting turned on. When he was really little he'd play with his ass with a finger sometimes when he masturbated and it got him off so damn good. Once he knew that was what gay men did when they had sex though, that was it for Leif! No more exploring. He was one hundred percent male, and he didn't want to dabble anywhere around the edges of masculinity, he didn't care how sensitive he felt toward Lynne and how much he loved her.

"You are damn ridiculous Leif, really? You think that me tickling your asshole with a shower nozzle is a stop on the detour to homosexuality? I for one have never questioned your sexuality, you are the manliest man I know. And hell, even if you did decide you wanted to play some taboo shit with me, like with dildos and stuff, that doesn't make you gay, I'd be your partner, and I'm a woman. You've changed my worldview so much Leif. And you did that. Honestly before I met you, I'd have thought you were gay if you were into ass play if you were the receiver, but now I think, if it feels good, and you're doing it with me and we like it, what's the big deal. It would be shocking to me, but if it really brought you pleasure and you liked it, I'd be happy to do it with you, not uncomfortable like I would have been before you taught me to be free with my body. A little kink can bring us closer," said Lynne with a wicked smile.

But Leif was not smiling.

The more she talked, the more furious it made him.

"Well look Lynne, I'm glad I opened your eyes to what a liberal world being free with your sexuality can be, but ass play is not my kink. I don't know how many times I need to say it to get it through your thick little skull, but stay away from my ass!" said Leif.

"I wasn't trying to turn it into your kink. I didn't know you also meant shower nozzle, when you told me to keep my fingers away from your ass. Look, you don't have to worry about me playing near your ass again, I get it, it's off limits, I will never go near your asshole again! You don't have to speak to me like I'm a retarded child," said Lynne storming over to her suitcase in the corner.

"Oh now come on Lynney, I wasn't talking to you like you a retarded child, at least I wasn't trying to. Just trying to make it clear that I don't like to have my ass played with. I hate it when we fight. Let's get ready to go to the beach baby. I want to build a big sand castle with you that has all the rooms that our dream house will have," said Leif.

Lynne looked very hurt when he looked into her eyes as she ruffled through her suitcase.

He never recalled seeing her so hurt before.

***

"I see what our relationship is all about. Our relationship is about me learning and exploring, even going beyond some of my comforts to learn about more love, and closeness with you. You are the teacher, and you get to show me this beautiful new world full of sensual feelings, and I'm just the learner. You don't want to break any taboos with me even though you smashed all my taboos," said Lynne looking at him over her suitcase.

Her eyes grew veiled with water. It would be one thing if Leif hadn't enjoyed the exploration, or had found it unpleasant or painful in any way at all. She never wanted to hurt her husband or make him uncomfortable. He was a tall, manly guy but she still knew what it felt like when she was coerced into doing things she felt uncomfortable with, and it was a terrible feeling. But she'd seen that look on his face when she tickled his ass with the shower nozzle jet spray while she deep throated his cock.

His beautiful blue eyes had gone hazy with ecstasy and then she only saw the whites of his eye, so much joy he'd rolled his eyes up in his head, and afterwards, his cock and balls were jumping with pleasure. Lynne had never seen him appear so pleasured before. She felt happy and proud until he got that angry look in his eyes, and yelled at her for using the nozzle on him.

It wasn't that she was trying to defy him, and his wishes about ass play. She didn't consider a soothing stream from the shower spray the same as her fingers. She could understand him being squeamish about that, but the water near his ass, she felt that was a little silly. 

He'd sure explored a lot more of her on accident with his thumb, and that hadn't been traumatic to her, it was sexy. She felt that he was hiding the fact that the shower nozzle gave him pleasure because it threatened his masculinity. But that was where she felt even more hurt. He should know that she loved him more than anything and nothing in her eyes threatened his masculinity. Then he huffed about boundaries and that the next step was dildos and him wearing a dress, which would have been funny if it wasn't so silly and he was not such a killjoy. 

She simply was not used to the prudishness with him and it hurt her, she felt it was putting a barrier between them.

"That's not how I see it at all! I see it as me being patient and yielding to you and helping you to become a sexual woman slowly, despite the fact that I was horny as hell and wanted to fuck you, hell from the second I saw you, and I see the one area, where I have a need that I want you to consider above all else, it's too fucking much for you to handle, that's what I see Lynney. And you always do this, hold this shy sadness, and these tortoise ways, hell, you won't even look at me, so you can win. That's what you always do, so you can be right," yelled Leif.

Lynne started rummaging through her suitcase in earnest now avoiding eye contact.

Because she hated when he raised her voice at her, and her heart felt tender. All she was trying to do was pleasure him, be the best wifey she could be sexually and cause him joy, and just because he felt threatened and embarrassed to have pleasure coming from his asshole, he was taking it out on her. She felt that he should be over being embarrassed by such silly shit by now. He was a grown man, and prior to this, she felt that he was such an imaginative, inventive, deliciously kinky lover, opening her eyes to all sorts of pleasures she never knew existed before.

"It is not what I always do! I'm not trying to be right. I'm acting shy because you are hurting me. Shit, I was trying to share some intimacy with you, and bring your pleasure over the top the way you always bring mine. But I see it wasn't welcomed and you...shit Leify, you can go to the beach by your damn self!" shouted Lynne snatching the clothes she was going to wear out of the suitcase, and storming to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

"Aww hell, that's how you always win, pout and storm off when things don't go your way. I don't think you're being a respectful partner Lynney. I told you time and again not to go near my ass. If you told me you didn't want me to do anything to you at all, I always respected that shit!" yelled Leif at the shut bathroom door.

"This isn't about winning Leify! I didn't even know what I wanted sexually, when we met or what I didn't want. Just that I was scared, and screwed up emotionally! But I always trusted you. Even when you turned me out with the thumb in my ass, and it was an accident, I didn't know it then. But I trusted you, because I loved you! I wasn't trying to take away your masculinity. Hell Leify you've got me doing all kinds of kinky shit I never thought I'd do before. Licking my own panties and getting sex toys pushed in my ass and I love the hell out of that. I feel like each new dirty thing we do that's just between the two of us brings us closer and deeper love. But it's me doing all the exploring. What about you? What new things do you want to explore with me that you've never tried before. Looks like I'm getting all your sloppy seconds. You've done everything imaginable, probably with very beautiful women, and you won't let me show you anything new you haven't done before," said Lynne.

"That's not true, I've done a lot of shit with you I never did with a woman before. Going down on you, licking your cute asshole. Baby you can't...I keep telling you...nothing that I did with anyone else matters, I don't think about it anymore, and it doesn't turn me on at all. The moment I met you I stopped thinking about any shit I'd done with any other chicks before. You're the only thing that turns me on honey, and you've gotta trust in that, rather than making me feel uncomfortable to try to prove that to yourself. That's all I want," said Leif with softness and love in his voice.

But it still hurt.

"It's still sexuality on your terms. All the new things we are trying are things that you are doing to me. Our sex feels good as hell, and it feels selfish to complain but Leif, I thought that kissing a man's private parts and letting him kiss mine was dirty before we hooked up, and now you've got me slurping up our juices after we've fucked. That's a big taboo for me. And even using the word fuck. And I just love being your dirty, slutty little wife only for you. And I thought you wanted to be dirty with me, have kinky private pleasures that only I would know about, but you only want to break my taboos, not any of your own and it hurts," said Lynne.

"That's not true. There's a hell of a lot of shit I want to explore with you, and my body that I've never done with a woman before. That's why I want to take you to that adult store. You've got to trust me that I want to try and taste something new with you, but you can't make me do it on terms that feel uncomfortable. Lynney, I'm all man baby, and I just don't like my ass fiddled with. Sure it felt good with the shower when I came, but I don't wanna do that shit right now. No internal or external stimulation. I'll let you know if I change my mind. I promise to try new shit with you I've never done before, and we will on this honeymoon baby. But you gotta come outside the bathroom to forgive me, and trust me. I'm sorry if I was harsh. But the ass, that's just something that...I don't know...I don't' want it. If you want it and love it, I'll do it for you, but I don't want it. But I love you very much kitten and I want to explore other new shit with you, I promise," said Leif.

He had such sincerity and yearning in his voice that Lynne wiped away her cheeks just realizing they were moist.

"Okay. Okay baby. Just let me get dressed. I'm already in here may as well finish," said Lynne.

The space apart while she was dressing also gave her time to think about what he said.

"Come on out here beautiful, and let me hug you. I didn't meant to get harsh at you. Didn't have to yell to get my point across about the ass, I apologize," said Leif.

"Well, I guess I should not have tried with the shower head, especially since you warned me before. I just wanted to make you feel good. I'm gonna come out the bathroom, I'm Just getting dressed. You should get dressed too, so we can be ready to leave when I come out of the bathroom. Maybe all the sex is making us crazy and we need some fresh air," said Lynne with a soft chuckle.



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 62



Dear Readers,

 You all are such a faithful audience. You make it possible to do what I do, and keep me invested in these characters, and their beautiful story. I wanted to take my time on this update to bring them to an even deeper level of love.

 I hope that you enjoy this part in the series and hope it is rewarding for those of you who wanted to see an even more mature dimension of their love.

 I thank each and every one of you who has comment on this creation, provided feedback, and advice, and who has taken the time to email me.

 It saddens me to let each of you know that there are only a few more chapters left to their tale. 

 After that, there will not be many more dimensions of their love left to experience. All good things must come to an end, and that time is coming soon.

 Only a few more chapters left. I hope you enjoy the last few chapters as much as I enjoy writing them.

 Enjoy,

 Mich80new





***

He felt that her not coming out of the bathroom when he asked for her was punishing him for yelling at her about the ass play with the shower, even though he had apologized to her.

 But, when she emerged wearing both a pout, and the cutest little yellow sundress, with tiny, bright red flowers all over it, he knew that the long effort spent was because she was busy primping. 

 She looked too adorable and scrumptious in her yellow, wire framed glasses, her hair still in that tight, curly poofy bob like he requested for her to wear when he got it wet while eating her pussy. She was just too pretty and sweet for him to stay angry with her. 

 She always did this! Being damn adorable to get him to forget when he was sore at her. The hourglass shape that she had, and those impossibly long legs for her petite body did nothing to quell his hunger for her.

 He reached out for her, grabbed her around her waist and kissed her forehead.

 She looked up at him, and smiled shyly, but he knew her well, he could see behind the veil of her eyes, and felt a little bit of shyness and distance in her glance.

 "Come on baby, I'm sorry for yelling at you. We'll explore new ground together, I promise, just not Leif's hairy ass ground, he added, kissing her ear.

 Lynne looked at him and sort of chuckled.

 "You look damn hot too," he added.

 "So do you, without even trying," murmured Lynne glancing at his bare chest and blue swim trunks.

 "Where's your suit babe, you told me we'd at least try the water, I want to teach you to swim," said Leif with a grin.

 "My suit is under my dress," said Lynne coyly, grinning and blushing at him.

 Leif's cock started to ache again, even though she'd just blown him. He wanted to know what kind of swimwear was hiding under her tiny yellow sundress, and wanted to palm her juicy little ass under her dress to see if it was a yummy thong, or something more modest. He wanted to feel if her naughty little ass globes were peeking from under her swimsuit, but he didn't feel like he had the right to feel her like that, having just yelled at her, and with the two of them feeling coolly towards each other.

 She always wanted to push that much more into a territory that made him feel strange and weird. He didn't like not feeling in control. And those tingly feelings in his ass when he ejaculated because of her manipulating him with the shower spray, in an area he liked to stay away from because of it's association with gay shit, that was something he was not comfortable with, no matter how adorable his wife was.

 "Well I can't wait for this damn dress to come off then, and see what you've got on, let's go," he husked gently rubbing the back of her neck and kissing her forehead.

 Lynne was quiet, saying nothing about his husky flirtation. She took his hand and he led her out to the Prius. He'd chastened her by being harsh with her, and he knew this was why she would not respond to his flirting. 

 She had such tender feelings, and he was riddled with a bit of guilt.

 "Why are we getting in the Prius, I thought you said we could walk to the beach," said Lynne softly. 

 "Well we could, but if we are going to play on the beach and I'm going to teach you to swim properly, and play in the sand with you, we should get some toys for you to build sand castles and shit," said Leif.

 He wanted to spoil her again. He felt guilty for being so harsh with her. In the store Lynne was quiet. She loved toys even though she was a grown woman, so he knew she was still feeling upset with him when Lynne was not eagerly grabbing the beach toys in the store aisle. He wanted to elicit her excitement, but she sort of stood beside him shyly, waiting for him to make a selection. 

 Shit! 

 He'd done it again. Hurt her feelings and now he was punished with her tortoise ways, when all he wanted was to be close to the cute, sexy creature. 

 He found them a pail, shovel, and other little molds for them to build a sand castle. While he helped put the things in the cart, he looked at Lynne who was now toying with a water gun. Like a shy little girl, who was angry with her playmate, she hadn't wanted him to see her fascination with the water gun. He more than bet that was a forbidden toy in her strict ass home when she was growing up. 

 Nothing should be forbidden for his baby!

 He grabbed the nicest two water guns he could find and placed them in the cart, smiling at her. Just thinking about how he wanted no joy to be forbidden from her made him rethink his relationship with Lynne. Wanting her to experience total joy meant that he couldn't hide his sexual pleasure at things from a distance just because they made him uncomfortable. Part of her sexual joy was seeing him experience new joy, and he was so lucky to have a bride who cared so much for his pleasure. 

 And he contemplated what she said after he screamed at her. And he came to the conclusion that although Lynne was emotionally distant, she wasn't doing it to win, so much as she'd been bruised so much by everyone before him, that whenever he got too sharp with her, her protective armor went into overdrive. 

 And now he'd need to coax her to trust his tenderness and affection again. He didn't blame her for mistrusting him now. He'd snapped at her so hard! 

 But more important than that, she was right. Throughout their relationship, while he'd always encouraged her to move beyond her stifling upbringing and embrace her wholehearted sexuality, she was doing all the exploring, he was doing everything to her eager young body. It was Lynne's borders and taboos that were being pushed, and Leif got off on her almost virgin like innocence, getting to show her the ropes, and feel how amazing sex and fucking could be. 

 Yet, this morning when she'd gotten ahold of the reins just a little bit, it scared him and made him uncomfortable. He never thought about it before, but she'd pinned him just right, he was getting to be a tad bit controlling in the bedroom. Lynne liked to be dominated, but she wanted to show him something new, because he was the more experienced one, and he'd done a lot with other women sexually.

 And, although he was loathe to admit it, the water streaming into his ass gave him pleasure, just like tracing his ass with his thumb had given him pleasure when he was really young, jerking off, before he realized it was also the way gay men had sex. He had always felt that enjoying anything in between his ass put his masculinity into question, and he'd steadfastly avoided it.

 But now Lynne, his freaky little soulmate was telling him that those feelings that he had were okay, and it did not call anything about being a man into question for her, it was just that she wanted to give him the ultimate pleasure, do anything freaky that she felt that he would want, and she knew that his eyes hadn't lied even if his mouth had, when he scolded her, and she knew he'd enjoyed the gentle tickle of the shower spray, and was probably hurt by his lying.

 He knew he had to make amends with her, and show her that he did want to share the tender intimacy that she wanted to bless him with, and be closer to her than he'd ever been to another soul. He was always asking her to let him in, and it was time to let his wife in, even deeper.

 ***

 After they'd gotten the beach supplies from target, they'd driven back to their honeymoon cottage, and walked arm and arm down the path that led to the private beach, with bags of beach goodies in their hands. 

 They sat side by side on the beach, making their respective sand castles. Leif's sand castle was rogue, sloppy, tall and slanted, and Lynne was busy teasing him.

 "That's one ugly ass sand castle. I don't wanna live in that shit, no sir. And if we had an earthquake, like we had last night buddy...all I can say is damn, your shit would be everywhere," said Lynne.

 In spite of himself Leif chuckled at her brash, urban humor. 

 Lynne with her tortoise ways was building her own sand castle, and was just about finished her foundational layer. She'd carefully used the molds that he bought, placed one beautiful circle mold in the center, and two smaller ones outside. It was already a beautiful. A work of art just like his sweetie was to look at. 

 She'd found a branch and had curved scalloped edging around her sand and put little seashells to represent windows and doors.

 He was playfully jealous.

 "Well, you are slow as hell, as usual. We'll be collecting our retirement social security before we can move into your home," snapped Leif playfully.

 "Yeah, well, at least my foundation is solid," huffed Lynne.

 She stood up in front of his sandcastle and looked at him mischievously. He wondered what the hell she was cooking up as he looked at her naughty smile as she toyed with the hem of her pretty floral beach dress.

 He half thought that she was about to flash him her bathing suit bottoms, but he knew that she was still feeling shy and a little bit bruised from how he acted about the shower nozzle. Maybe she was about to lift her sweet little dress to him to start making up and he was more than willing to show her how fucking sorry he was, with his mouth sucking her bathing suit crotch until she came! Then a swim to clean off all her wet juices and ruined crotch. 

 His horny, newlywed husband mind turned into overdrive, and his cock began standing at attention in his surf shorts.

 And Lynne started lifting her dress, alright, fanning gusts of air, and at first he was a bit disappointed that he couldn't really see her little swimsuit under the dress, before he realized what the gusts of winds were for, as after three quick flaps of her dress, the breeze had knocked his lopsided castle over.

 Then, Lynne stood before him, clutching her stomach with belly laughter.

 "See, I told you your fucking castle sucked, just like a man, in a speedy, quick, sloppy hurry, and boom there goes your castle," said Lynne with playful sarcasm.

 "I am not in a speedy, quick, sloppy hurry when it comes to loving you baby," said Leif with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows.

 "Yeah you are right about that, you take your time until I feel so good, but that's about the only thing, you aren't sloppy and in a hurry about," sassed Lynne.

 "You little fucker, messing up my castle," yelled Leif, playfully chasing after his wife running through the sand and water after her. 

 Lynne threw her head back and squealed with laughter, the sun was rising on the coastline, her shrieking laughter lighting up his heart. He loved to chase her and tease her until she squealed with laughter and peeled with joy, and she loved his playful male attention.

 He recalled even as he ran behind her, her adorable sundress blowing in the breeze, their beautiful wedding vows during their spiritual ceremony yesterday. He promised to be her knight and shining armor, and her dream catcher, but he really couldn't say he was serving as such if he got angry at her and punished her emotionally the second she went across a sexual boundary that made him uncomfortable. Sure she'd been poking around the boundary of playing with his ass for at least a day, but the only reason it really bothered him was that it felt good and he was ashamed, because he likened it to gay sex. 

 She had analyzed him down to a science without even meaning to, she was just good at reading his emotions, because she craved love and wanted to make him feel good. And, in their laughter and play, his love starved little wife was allowing him to make amends for mistreating her. He had no right to yell at her, but she'd been so deprived of love and play in her former life, that she was forgetting about his mistreatment of her, with her squealing laughter.

 This was a woman who loved to play, had been robbed of her childhood before, and was reveling in the opportunity to play and be silly with her husband, knock over his castle that sucked, and get chased around on the sand and through the surf licking at their feet.

 His eyes filled up with water, even as he chased her. It was a halfhearted chase now. He'd hurt his woman, and all she'd been trying to do was pleasure him. Probably shit she'd read about pleasuring a man's ass in Cosmo, or Men's Health, and she wanted to bring it into their sex life to bring him more pleasure, because she loved him, which was more than he could say about any of his experiences before he'd fallen in love with lovely Lynney. 

 He had to make it right with his baby, he hated when they fought. He sped up to try to close the distance between them.

 Lynne squealed and started running in the other direction, but she was not fast enough for Leif, who caught her around her waist, tickling her delicate waist, then trying to get a hold of her cute little arm pit as she struggled in his arms.

 "Leify, stop! Stop!" she crowed, with laughter and delight.

 "I can't stop, you hurt my feelings fucking up my sand castle, and you know what happens to little wives who destroy their husband's beach property, they get tickles and spankings," murmured Leif.

 He pulled her across his knee, to try to tickle her, and round it off with spankings, but she fought him playfully beating at his thighs with her fists, chuckling when she was able to sit up right, then straddled him, pushing him on his chest.

 She was now laying on him in a perfect spot to ride his cock, and through his swim shorts, he could feel the heat and damp juiciness of her lovely bathing suit crotch. 

 His young wife was aroused by playing with him physically. She always got aroused when they wrestled and played. She was so sweet and tender.

 "I'm going to bury you in the sand so you don't cause any more trouble," said Lynne looking at him with playful mirth and flopping a handful of sand on his belly.

 Leif chuckled but he'd lost the will to play fight and wrestle his wife. He loved her, and was sorry he hurt her feelings. He had no right to treat her like a retarded child, as she'd said. She was only trying to pleasure him with the shower nozzle, and like all things, wanted to make him happier than anything. Lynne thrived on pleasing him, getting him the paper, fixing him snacks, and it was clear that she wanted to please him because she'd never been able to please anyone before. Making her husband happy was more special than anything to her. She was so fucking sweet.

 His voice got husky and his eyes lined with water.

 "I won't....I won't cause you no more trouble baby, trust me," he added.

 He struggled to get free from her straddling him, but it was so he could tenderly kiss her forehead.

 "Come on with me lovely, I owe you an apology. Let's help you finish your lovely castle and we can have a nice talk," added Leif, gently patting her rear, through her dress.

 He'd wanted to feel badly whatever lovely little bikini she was wearing under the dress with her now moistened crotch, but he wanted to do things the right way. He needed her forgiveness first, before he fondled her ass or her pussy.

 ***

 Lynne was quickly remembering that the way that he'd talked to her in the shower was out of character, and he hadn't meant what he said, even as he'd said he owed her an apology.

 She'd all but forgotten him yelling at her in the shower about being thick headed. When they were playing on the beach he aroused her again, by being tender, and kindhearted, and letting her play and feel free, and actually exciting those carefree feelings in her heart and reveling in playing and laughing with her.

 Her pussy was wet when she'd threatened to bury him in the sand, and even though he hadn't formally apologized, she was ready to straddle him and have some makeup sex once she'd partially buried him in the sand. She thought that since they hadn't had a big fight, they'd could just fuck to make up and get over it, and cover over their wounds, she remembering from this point forward, not to mess with his ass anymore unless he gave her the go ahead.

 But this did not seem to be the tactic that he wanted to take at all, he wanted to really make up and she felt like his special girl again the way he pulled her dotingly into his lap and kissed her forehead.

 He started off by helping her with the castle. 

 "Show me what you want to do next," murmured Leif.

 She liked when Leif was kind to her, and helped her. It underscored how he cared, the way no one else had cared for her before him. She would surely forgive him when he apologized! 

 Lynne got some sand from where she'd been working in a pail, moving it into a lump to make a driveway.

 "A driveway and you don't even have a second story yet, you are a little artist aren't you," he added, moving a hair from the lock of her ear and kissing it.

 And Lynne felt butterflies again.

 He didn't even need to apologize with words, they could just use their bodies.

 She started to turn sideways.

 "Not yet sweetie, I like you in my lap while you build this fucking architectural digest castle," said Leif with a chuckle.

 "Okay," said Lynne.

 "So...so I do owe you a big apology. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I know you have tender feelings. You've been abused and shit before we met, I...I don't want to be the one doing the abusing. Promised before men and higher powers and all that shit yesterday I would protect you, one day later, already messing up, yelling at my sweet princess, and talking badly to her. I'm real sorry baby," said Leif sweetly.

 "It's alright. I've got a way where I can be pushy to get what I want. You didn't want it, and I should have known. You warned me lots of times and I kept at it. Mostly because I want us to be even more freaky together and I enjoyed so much when you were playing in my ass while I was coming, it felt phenomenal, especially that showerhead. But...cooler heads prevailing I now see how it was not loving to keep trying to get you to do something that's repulsive to you. I just keep thinking that if it was something that was repulsive to you, I'd want your respect and consideration and I would not want you to keep pressuring me into it, even though I said no. That was not very loving of me, or queen like for me to expect of my king, and I'm sorry," said Lynne.

 "Wow. Sometimes we fought because you were not being mature, before our wedding, but you are growing up into this amazing, sophisticated woman that makes your husband very proud baby. But the truth is Lynney...I...well...I have some of my own admitting to do here about my own immaturity. You were right what you said about intimacy this morning, and that all your taboos are broken, and none of mine. Hell even this morning I demanded your morning breath kisses even though it made you uncomfortable at first, which were very hot by the way, hot, sensual, and unfiltered, I love your breath. But, it's something that made you feel shy and weird at first, but you tolerated it because you loved me, then started to enjoy that I wanted you that much. I had a chance to explore with you something that felt kind of nice even if it made me feel a little weird at first and I shut that shit down because I was embarrassed and threatened by it. Plus I turned on you with mean words, and truly, I had no right," said Leif. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 62



"That's okay. I said some mean shit too. I know you didn't mean it. I know you never want to hurt me, but no relationship is perfect not even one was sweet and tender as ours is," said Lynne.

 She turned around and beamed at him, smiling. Her love for him was tender and pure, and his own adoration of her, warmed her soul like the rays of the sunshine. All was forgiven in Lynne's eyes, which were glazed over with love for Leif. 

 He kissed the crown of her hair. 

 "You also mentioned things about emotional intimacy that were so insightful. You're just a great reader of other's emotions and, well, you are right about the fact that we need to get closer to one another more and more all the time, just like we have been since we met Lynney, and one of the best ways to do this is sex. So I'm going to tell you something in the interest of this intimate honesty that you said you were sharing with me...where your taboos was shattered, and I don't want you to judge me darlin', no matter what I tell you, same way I didn't judge you," said Leif.

 "Of course not," said Lynne.

 She'd turned around in his lap sideways so she could look into his eyes.

 He averted his glance from her, and she expected full well to find out he'd enjoyed the shower spray in his ass, she could tell by how hard he came. If he liked that shit, she didn't mind doing it again for him in the shower, or again in their home shower when they got back from the honeymoon. She now wanted a removable showerhead in their bathroom now that he'd taught her the pleasures of it this morning, she'd have them pick one out when they returned home.

 "Okay, so when I was a little guy, a little Leif, and I was learning about coming, I would tug my cock with one hand, and my balls with the other. And then, when I got close to coming, because it felt amazing, I'd take the hand that had been squeezing my nuts and rolling them around, and stick my thumb in my ass, just about up to my knuckle, and kind of wiggle it around a bit. I would blow so hard, come would be all over my chest. It felt amazing Lynney. At that time, I didn't know anything about sex and shit, just what made my body feel good. But once I got older, I learned that what made me feel extra good when I came, that thumb in the ass business was what gay men did when they had sex. I was disgusted with myself that I liked the way touching my ass felt when I played with myself, because I've only ever loved women. I didn't want anything to do with anything that put my masculinity in question. I mean my friends, and my big brother, we'd tease and call each other homo or fag, and I really got a lot of teasing for being what they called a "pretty boy", and I didn't want to do anything that might make that teasing true about me. And I thought a woman, well a beautiful woman like you, my wife...well...how could I tell you that it feels good sometimes to trace my ass with a finger or a thumb when coming, you'd probably think I wanted other stuff back there, or even things belonging to a man, and I don't swing that way, not gay at all, just because I'd enjoy you playing with my ass a little!" said Leif.

 "Oh Leify, I love you!" whimpered Lynne, pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. 

 She couldn't help herself. This was just what she was craving, Leif opening up to her about his private pleasure, his private sexual imprinting and how it could cause them to feel even a deeper emotional ecstasy. This was some very personal and intimate shit that he'd revealed to her, about his youthful masturbation, the feelings it made him feel, the curiosity, the taboo, the discomfort with the way certain pleasures had made him feel, just what she'd wanted them to share, and she was certain that these were barriers that most couples would dare not cross. That made her feel closer to him, that he trusted her like that, and didn't at all diminish his masculinity in her eyes. 

 He kissed her back, moaning into her mouth.

 "That wasn't the reaction I was expecting, hell I'm just glad you didn't laugh, but it's delightful, just like you," said Leif with a chuckle kissing her forehead. 

 "You know how much you trust me, and love me to tell me that? And that's all I wanted. I wanted to know that, that if you liked something, even if it was kinky and maybe even a little taboo, that it's fine, and you can trust me with it, not to tell a soul, and also that it doesn't invalidate anything about your manhood. Liking to be tickled back there while you come doesn't make you gay. Those nerve endings back there are sensitive and they feel good when you have an orgasm. Hell my ass tingles too when I come. I touch back there too sometimes when I get off alone, and I used to think I was the dirtiest person in the world. But I was worse off than you, I'd cry and ask god for forgiveness for doing dirty things. At least you didn't feel like you had to do that, because of how you were raised, like I did. I want us to heal each other, to know that, things that were scary or embarrassing before about sex, but that make us feel sexual pleasure, we don't need to hide any of those feelings," murmured Lynne.

 "I think you're so right darlin', and I think you were right to have this conversation with me on the honeymoon, and I am glad that you will let me say I'm really, really sorry sweetness, and forgive me, thank you for forgiving me," murmured Leif kissing Lynne's mouth softly.

 "I'm sorry too baby," murmured Lynne, pulling his mouth close to her own by his dreadlocks, entreating him in a kiss. 

 The kiss was hot, sweet, slow, and yielding. It was a makeup kiss, and Lynne perched in his lap, teasing him with her moist bathing suit crotch. His fingers tangled in her hair, near the crown, angling her mouth backwards. He wanted more of her kiss, deeper, tracing her tongue with his own, until Lynne was struggling for breath.

 His hands went possessively under her dress, palming and fondling her ass while she squirmed with delight as his hot fingers branded her ass cheeks with pleasure.

 He gently released her lips, sucking her top and bottom lip and then her chin dimple as though she was made of candy.

 "Not as sorry as I am princess. I want to be gentle to you like always. I want to be kind and teach you, and I swear to you honey, the next time you try to teach me something, I will never push you away again," he added kissing her forehead. 

 "Okay. I want to follow wherever you lead," murmured Lynne.

 "Is your suit on under here lovely? Let's take off your lovely dress so I can teach you more about swimming," murmured Leif lovingly.

 She loved to let him teach her again, give him the opportunity to be tender again, she knew it was because he was riddled with guilt for being a bit too harsh, and she felt glad to be reveling in their special bond again. She lifted her arms for him, and he lifted the floral print dress off her hips, kissing her thighs, and then up her belly as she stood before him.

 Lynne was wearing the cutest gingham bikini, with a scalloped lace waistband. Her top was in the same red and white gingham with lacy embroidery over the cups.

 When he saw her, Leif's eyes grew wide. Even though he'd seen her naked many times, he always acted like a fascinated little boy when she chose something new to wrap her body up in, sleepwear, or bikini, and it made her feel positively beautiful. 

 She chuckled.

 "What, you look beautiful. Every time I see you I go, fuck, I'm glad I scooped her ass up before someone else did," said Leif.

 He helped fold her dress up and sat it on their beach blanket, and took her hand to lead her towards the water.

 ***

 Leif knew he was a good swimmer and he'd cut through the water like a fish a few times to inspire the admiration of his wife, and his chest jutted out when she joked about him missing his calling for the Olympics. 

 But it was Lynne that he was in the water for, to help his baby get confident in her swimming, and he took her hand, led her into some water that was just up to her chest. Shallow. She'd told him that she didn't him bored, and he could be in the deep part of the ocean while she watched him from the shallow part.

 "No, when we took our vows baby, I meant I'd stick with you darling. So when you are ready to go into the deep end when we swim together, is when I'll go little darlin' until then, there's plenty of fun for me swimming in the shallow end with my baby girl," he added.

 He tweaked her nose with gentle fingers.

 The way she beamed at him made him feel a little choked up. Leif could give two damns now about anything else in this world, he just knew that, he'd stay swimming in the shallow end for the rest of his days just to be next to his beautiful wife, and for her to know she was cared for by him, and loved. Wouldn't leave his baby for a second until she wanted to go into the deeper end with him, just like he'd waited at her pace for love making, and fucking. He'd really fucked up by being so harsh with her earlier, he saw this chance to teach her and be kind to her as a way to show her how much he cared, how gentle he could be, and work his way deeper into her heart than he was before their little spat. 

 "I got used to being left behind. So wonderful to be a part of something. I want to be brave soon so we can have fun together," said Lynne sweetly. 

 He grinned at her warmly. 

 Lynne was actually a good swimmer, she had good form, but he supposed her being abandoned in the deep end when she was trying to learn, and later he found out one of the overweight kids in the vacation bible school was not a good swimmer and latched onto her when they were nervous in the water, as small as she was, dragging her down deep into the water, as she struggled against drowning, he clearly understood her dislike of the deep end after hearing those two stories! 

 That fear came out in drips and drabs while he patiently listened as they swam side by side, like one bigger fish leading a smaller one. It was akin to the way the old hurts and pains manifested themselves in other areas of her life, through gentle conversations and bonding with him. And the best part was when he could cover over and soothe what used to be gaping holes with the medicine of his love.

 He saw this as one such opportunity.

 "Let's go a little deeper, shall we?" said Leif, right by her side.

 Lynne swam while he floated beside her. 

 Because he was taller than her, he had footing on the ground, but Lynne would not if she stopped swimming to try to touch the ground.

 When it became apparent to Lynne that if she put her feet down in the water, she wouldn't be able to touch the murky bottom of the cool Pacific ocean, she looked panicked. 

 "No, no, I don't want to, let's stay right here," said Lynne and she actually showed him how she knew how to do the backstroke.

 Leif would have chuckled it was so funny and adorable but he wanted her to feel safe.

 "I won't ever let you go until you are ready," he added gently swatting at her ass.

 Leif braced her gently with his palm under her perfect stomach as she swam along beside him while he treaded water.

 "Yeah, that's a good wifey. See. You can do it lovely. Let's swim side by side. If you need me, you just call out and I'll grab you okay," he added gently.

 Lynne looked at him, with fear in her eyes, but also with love. It was the same way she'd looked when he'd made love to her that very first time after he'd given her the engagement ring.

 "Leify I trust you baby," said Lynne softly.

 And with no further words, she swam right beside him into very deep parts of the ocean. He made sure that she could reach out and touch him if she was afraid. And soon Lynne was chuckling.

 "I did it, I'm in the deep end!"

 She'd been in the deep end for a while, she was very deep in the ocean now, she just hadn't known it because he'd coached her so well and given her such support so she didn't feel alone and afraid. He prayed he could continue to do this for his young wife in their life as well. 

 "I always knew you had it in you all along baby," said Leif.

 Lynne grinned at him, turned around and started swimming toward the shallow water.

 He was pleased that she was making the return trip to the shallow end on her own, but he was also a little bit sad, because he'd wanted her to want to explore more in the higher water.

 He supposed that she felt like trying for a while was enough for today, and wanted to just savor successful swimming in the deepest parts of the ocean, and go back to light hearted enjoyment in the shallow end without any fear. He understood that.

 But soon she was chuckling. She stood up in the water, about up to her waist, and murmured, 

 "Leify get over here," waving her arms all around, her wet tits bouncing in that cute bikini top. He felt his nature start to rise a little bit in the cold water.

 "Why are you back in the shallow shit," asked Leif.

 "Come on, come on, I want to ask you something," said Lynne.

 Clearly she was up to something. When he got closer to her in the ocean, she took off her top. It was private in the nook that they had in front of the beach, no one else was around. Lynne walked out of the water, and placed her bikini top in their things on their beach blanket, then swam back in the water towards him, topless.

 Leif quickly swam towards her, he was only a man after all, and the woman that he loved was topless in the water, her breasts buoyant, and he wanted to play with her immensely, while at the same time chuckling at his mischievous wife, toying with skinny dipping.

 "What are you up to beautiful," murmured Leif trying to chase his sexy new wife in the water, before swimming side by side with her again.

 "Did you ever go skinny dipping?" asked Lynne.

 "Never. I guess I was waiting for my honeymoon, for my fast ass little wife to suggest it, for my first time," said Leif playfully.

 Lynne giggled with delight, and he saw her reach under the water, produce her bikini bottoms, which she quickly threw in his face.

 Leif grunted and inhaled the sweet juices on the bottoms, where they'd absorbed the musk of her pussy, and it was diluted by the ocean water, intoxicating and making him want more, he licked the gusset, disappointed that he tasted the salt water on her panties, and barely any of Lynne's intoxicating flavor. 

 Leif quickly swam out of the water, with her bikini bottoms in his hands, and placed them on the beach, along with her discarded top, and the rest of their things, before quickly discarding his blue beach swim trunks and running naked toward the ocean again, his bobbing erection as he darted fast towards the water to meet her again must have created quite an amusing visual for Lynne who chuckled with deep belly laughter which caused that sweet little snort that she made.

 Her snorting chuckle did little to calm the fire in his loins, nor did the cool ocean current surrounding his body do anything to calm down his desire for her.

 She playfully swam away from him being able to catch her in the water. He looked into her big brown eyes, and she was full of delight, intoxicated with skinny dipping for the first time with her husband, and being silly.

 As she kept swimming he saw her darting towards the deep end, and his instinct went up to let her know she was traveling into deeper waters than she could stand up in, without his protection, but he realized it when she whooped-

 "You'll never catch me," with her sweet giggles and snorts.

 That his Lynne was no longer afraid of being in water where her feet couldn't touch the ground. She had conquered her fear of the deep end. What a marvelous thing for her to experience for the first time on their honeymoon, two fears conquered, fear of rough sex and the fear of high water. His heart felt like it would burst. He knew he had is own fears to conquer with her too, despite being a manly guy. 

 He could catch her, and he would, but his heart felt so tender with emotion for her right now. He had no right to hurt his feisty little creature. Life was an adventure for her, she was exploring with him, and most of the time, she felt very safe, except when he'd felt insecure about his anus and turned on her. 

 "I can always catch you when you need me to baby doll," said Leif.

 His voice was husky and he was so glad that Lynne couldn't see him in the water. He shed a tear. That's when he knew he loved her as much as he promised in his vows. When knowing that he'd caused her, even a bit of brief, but very true pain early this morning with his words moved him to tears.

 The cool water felt amazing on his naked cock, ass and balls, and he swam towards her, wanting to make things right with his baby, make up to her with words and his body. 

 He quickly darted towards her tiny figure, and she was in a part of the ocean that was too deep for her to stand with her head above water, but not too deep for him.

 He grabbed her gently around her waist.

 "You trust me baby?" asked Leif.

 "Of course I do, you're my man. And you gave me the confidence to go back in the deep end," said Lynne beaming.

 "I'm glad. I'm sorry I ever hurt you, being mean to you this morning, I was being an ass," said Leif gripping her around the waist tighter, and turning her towards him.

 Lynne floated on her back, his hand supporting her underneath. 

 "I know you didn't mean to. We all make mistakes sometimes. We will hurt each other again without meaning to. But you didn't mean to and you apologized, that's all that matters," said Lynne.

 "I'm not finished apologizing, come to me baby," murmured Leif huskily, guiding her to his embrace in the water.

 It took a lot of trust for her to stand in the water, because she couldn't really stand, she was too short, she'd had to wrap her arms around his neck, and her long tan legs delightfully around his waist.

 The feeling of her clinging to him with her arms and legs was delightful, and he sought her wet mouth, and the taste of her kisses hot and sweet, like Lynne and laced with the salt of the ocean water around him.

 He grunted with pleasure into her mouth.

 "Oh Leify I missed you so much," she whimpered, and he could feel her fingernails in his shoulder blades.

 He'd been with her the whole time but he knew what she meant, deep, physical closeness. She missed the heat of their special sexual bond, and knowing that he had patience and love for her.

 "Me too, let me show you how much baby," he grunted into her mouth, tangling his fingers into her poofy little curls, forcing her head backwards, so he could take in more of her lovely sweet kisses.

 Her mouth was wide open, and Leif groaned, savagely entering her mouth with his own tongue. He loved the surprised, rigid feeling of her tongue, then his cock ached further in the water when she relaxed her mouth to give him full access.

 He moaned into her mouth, squeezed her tight around her waist with one of his arms in the water, and then, her naked body felt so good, he couldn't decide which treat to explore with his other hand, lovingly brushing the small of her back, reveling in the pear shaped contours of her lovely physique before reaching out, with a loving hand, and cupping her full, round bottom in the water, ticking her crack with his thumb, while she squirmed all around and whimpered in delight, and soon, he'd lifted Lynne's body up higher in the water, so he could enjoy her more, especially her small perky breasts with their thick, juicy, deep brown nipples. He pulled at each with a loving mouth, suckling them, then gently grazing them with his teeth under the high noon sun as Lynne threw her head back in ecstasy. 

 So far, Leif was doing all the exploring during this makeup encounter, but soon, he felt Lynne's fingers clawing into his back, and she started kissing and suckling his neck, and doing an exploration of her own, he felt her, with her arms solidly around his neck, start to play with his cock and balls with her dainty, feminine foot in the water.




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 62



"Oh baby," murmured Leif into her mouth, a touch so delicate, feminine, and different under the cool water.

 He didn't know what came over him, just that he had to have her now, and he picked her foot up in the water, hoisting him close to her, lifting her naked body out of the water, grabbing her foot, and kissing the toe, then had her ride his shoulders just a bit while he kissed and suckled her pussy, Lynne brazenly exposing her beautiful bronze body in the sunlight for her husband's licking, kissing mouth, swiveling her hips and opening her legs wider, and wider as he kissed and sucked her thick, rigid clit, her loud gasps of love making his cock swell prouder and higher for her in the water.

 Leif knew she was addicted to the gentle pleasures he could provide with his mouth, groaned in ecstasy enjoying her pussy as he held her thighs around his neck while her juices began to flow and graze his chin, but even though Lynne was very small, and light, she was too heavy for him to hold up higher than his waist throughout their sexual encounter.

 He had to put her down because he was supporting all of her weight against his face and neck, and even at one-hundred and fifteen pounds, she was too heavy for him to hold up to his face for an extended period of time. However, he could hold her at waist level all afternoon! 

 "I'll kiss that pussy more later when we're back on the sand," he grunted as a husky promise.

 "Baby I love when we fuck!" moaned Lynne huskily as he pulled her down in the water, back towards his waist again.

 "I love to fuck you too my sweet little wife," he growled with husk in his voice.

 He used the buoyancy of the water to penetrate Lynne swiftly. 

 Lynne threw her head back again with pleasure, moaning, and Leif moaned too.

 It felt indescribably pleasurable to feel both the cool, soothing water of the ocean, communing with nature, and Lynne's impossibly soft skin while being ensconced in the warm, tight, sheath of her pussy.

 He was still within her for a few moments. He'd never had this much fun in the ocean waters! It was like heavenly holy water to him, his love for her was spiritual.

 Lynne rolled her eyes up in her head, he could only see the whites of her eyes, made a cute, little funny face, like his cock was feeling good nestled up in side of her, and then he kissed her forehead, and she started wriggling her hips wildly, aided in her rhythm by the swell of the water all around him.

 Lynne let out a savage moan, and then a cry for him-

 "Leify!"

 The pleasure his cock felt as she started to ride him with that tight juicy pussy felt almost profane, especially when it was contrasted with the love he felt welling up in his heart for her, pure, untainted like a heavenly feeling for a true angel sent from up above, to inspire him to deeper heights of love, and teach him how to be a better, stronger man.

 He didn't know what came over him at that point, he just knew he needed to come when she looked up at him tenderly, worshipfully with those big brown eyes.

 "Let me make you feel better baby, your husband is so sorry!" he grunted, he clutched her with one hand around the back of her neck, the other, possessively around her waist, so she couldn't get away, kissing her, curling his toes into the bed of the ocean, and then wildly thrusting in her tight, hot sheath, giving him so much warmth and pleasure, and friction, even as the water around him was very cold and shapeless, the contrast delighting him.

 "Me too, Me too!" she gasped kissing his ear.

 He felt Lynne clutching his neck, and then to his delight, he felt her biting his ear, with savage intensity, so much so it started to hurt, while she mewed with sexual pleasure in his ear.

 "Cock making me feel so good," she panted into his mouth.

 Leif clutched her under both her ass cheeks, pulling her closer so he could plunge into her deeper, groaning with pleasure as he felt his head bottoming out in his tiny wife, feeling her pussy muscles start to throb with pleasure.

 He possessively cupped her buttocks, spreading her cheeks apart, and placing his thumb gently but solidly inside her anus past his knuckle, as deep as it would go, moaning again as Lynne gasped,

 "You fill me up so good everywhere," one of her arms clutching around his neck, the other offering her small, perky breasts with their impossibly big nipples, which constantly tortured him under her clothes, so he took out his frustration on her nipple with a gentle assault of firm sucks to her right tit.

 The firm nipple stimulation must have brought it over the top of his cutie! 

 "Mmm! Aaah! I'm coming so good, I love you!" she yelped, in her eagerness during her orgasm, she squeezed him tight around his waist with her thighs, calves, and feet, then she looked deeply into his eyes, and he felt her big toe tracing his ass crack.

 Even then, he knew, his response would predicate whether he was really sorry or not, even as his cock was deep in her tight, snug heat, and on the verge of blowing.

 He knew then and there, that he needed to trust, just as she had trusted him in the water, and he needed to surrender to this pleasure his beautiful wife was determined to bring him. 

 And it felt like ecstasy.

 Rather than close his eyes, he looked up into her big brown eyes while her pussy muscles clutched and her toe traced his crack in the water.

 He kissed her forehead lovingly, gripped her waist with both hands, and thrusted into her with all of the might he'd been holding back when he was afraid of hurting her earlier in their relationship. 

 "Oh, fuck, yes, take me, I'm all yours Leify," she squealed.

 He had Lynne bobbing so wild in the water now as she was coming her little breasts were bouncing in the air, the visual delighting him and he couldn't decide whether to fixate on her beautiful face, the small, luscious little boobs, or the feeling of those tight muscles gripping him while her kitty purred with multiple orgasms.

 So, Lynne made the choice for him, her big toe circling his anus, just the way he'd confided in her that he'd liked to masturbate when he was younger, forcing him to look deep in her milky brown eyes. 

 "Such a good little fuck, my sweet angel!" he panted approvingly, then, at the apex, no more talking, as his spine tingled, his balls tingled, his as tingled, and he felt the storm shower of release welling in his loins, he simply yanked her hair back again and kissed her, roughly, savagely, violently, because she caused such lust to well up in his heart, he didn't know any other way to extinguish it but to let her know that he loved to be her man, loved to fuck her, loved the way she milked him of his cum with her tight, sexy, petite little body.

 He grunted into her mouth, splattering several gusts of seed deep in her belly, and he felt Lynne, whose pussy and finally stopped clutching grind into him deeper, wanting to get more seed deep in her belly as though she was practicing, practicing for the day when she would give him some babies.

 And suddenly the tracing of his anus with her big toe didn't make him feel unmanly at all, or ashamed, for reveling in its pleasure, when he looked down into her big brown eyes, utterly loving and worshipful when he disentangled from her kiss, he'd never felt more manly or closer to another soul, as his dick twitched with pleasure inside of her, his anus jumping with pleasure around the tip of his wife's big toe.

 "I'm glad I made you feel good," she whispered worshipfully.

 Shit, he had fucked up so royally earlier. The woman worshiped him, and everyday he was privileged to experience such steadfast, doting love. He'd never take it for granted again. 

 "Yes, sweetie, I love you so much. You made my body feel real good now," he added.

 She knew their play was over now, and not a word was said about the toe in his anus, but he knew by looking into her eyes, that if he liked that, all he had to do was put her tiny foot near there the next time the were fucking and she'd gladly probe it inside, and say nothing about it to make him feel like less of a man.

 He looked down at her, and she had started to cry.

 "Fucking in the water, so beautiful! I daydreamed about fucking in the ocean at the beach when I was a teenager," murmured Lynne.

 "It is fucking beautiful! Each time keeps getting better. The best loving I ever had. But you're a gem Lynne," he added stroking her nose with an adoring finger.

 "Well so are you. You're my gem too. Last one dressed again is a rotten egg!" said Lynne, and with that, his impetuous, playful little bride swam out of the water and ran delightedly towards the beach, her beautiful naked body glistening in the sunlight as she ran to their beach gear.

 He was right behind her, running around, his spent dick, starting to get impossibly stiff again, he couldn't believe how horny he was throughout this honeymoon, but her tits and ass jiggled so hard and free when she ran. He wanted to fuck her already again on the sand, but Lynne was squealing, giggling with this little game she'd started, picking up her cute little red and white checkered bikini bottom to put them on first.

 She started to tie them on, and then realized that Leif only had to put on bottoms to get dressed, and he looked at her gleefully while Lynne quickly tied her bottoms, and threw his beach shorts as far as she could get them, away from her, while pulling on her top.

 "You little fucker, you are always, always not playing fair after you come up with these little games," he demanded, snatching her bathing suit top and flinging it over there near his shorts.

 "So now, you're gonna need to go over there and get your little bathing suit top," said Leif with a smug look, while Lynne looked forlorn, putting on her cute yellow floral print sundress, over her naked breasts.

 She looked yummy, braless in the sundress, and Leif roguishly thought he should have thrown that shit in the ocean, never to be recovered again, and she could prance around all day in that cute floral sundress, her tits jiggling obscenely the way they did often because she was always braless under her damn shirts. And he loved that shit! 

 Leif looked at her menacingly, licked his lips and ran toward his blue shorts quickly, his long tall legs carrying him much faster than Lynne's short petite ones. 

 "Ha, ha ha, you smell like the rotten egg that you are little wifey," said Leif, teasing her, naked, holding his shorts out like a bull rider for Lynne, waving them all in the air.

 "It's not over yet, you could still lose, you haven't put your shorts back on, asshole," said Lynne.

 "I still have time to get dressed, before you even get your ass over here, to get your top, you wanna know what loosing feels like," said Leif, playfully pretending to wax his ass with her bikini top.

 "Fuck you!" shouted Lynne.

 "I already did! In the water. You came so hard. Should have made you say your name was Ms. Peterson," said Leif playfully, now licking out her bikini bra top and holding his shorts between his legs with the other.

 "I will gladly say my name is Ms. Peterson, the next time we fuck, husband," said Lynne standing directly in front of him.

 "So, I had mercy on you and let you play catch up. Let's see how tightly you can tie these damn bikini straps for this complicated contraption you call a swimsuit top, and if you can get it on faster than simple shorts-" spewed Leif playfully.

 Lynne reached up and started tickling his armpits, and it tickled so much Leif howled with laughter, dropping both her bra, and his shorts, and before he knew it, they were rolling around on the sand again, him chuckling so hard he almost started to drool while she tickled his pits and he'd never felt so happy in his life!

 "Oh Darlin, Darlin, I'm ready to surrender...ready to..."

 Lynne chuckled and he swatted her ass a few times.

 "I'm gonna spank you, you naughty thing. You've been naughty all morning. It might not be today, but soon, I'm going to spank your little ass. Been threatening it for a while now, but since you don't play fair baby girl, you're going to get a hide warming, said Leif.

 Lynne looked at him with playful defiance, which he loved, stripped her summer dress off, tied on her bikini top, and threw the dress back over her head.

 "I might get a spanking, but you are still a rotten egg, looser," said Lynne playfully tweaking his nose.

 "But I let you win!" crowed Leif pouting.

 "Still a loser," said Lynne clucking her tongue with playful disapproval and gathering their things on the beach.

 "A loser where you booth define the game and change the rules. You are getting to be a spoiled ass little wifey, and I love it," said Leif dotingly patting her rear.

 He meant it. She was safe with him, and he lived to love her, spoil her, and indulge her sense of play. And, he'd also learned in the ocean, he could be safe with her too sometimes.

 The walked back to the cottage, put away the beach supplies and he took Lynne out for brunch.

 She had crepes and eggs, and he got the world's biggest cinnamon roll. Lynne said it looked like it would cause diabetes, but he charmed her so much, she ended up taking a big old bite out of the best part of the cinnamon roll, the hot, gooey center, which Leif teased was not as good as her hot, gooey center.

 She ended up with adorable icing all over her nose, mouth, and cheek, and he snapped a candid of her, wearing those cute, hipster glasses, mouth, lips and cheeks covered with icing.

 Fucking adorable to him, sweet, impetuous, innocent, naughty, all the qualities that drove him mad with love for his young wife, the things that had made him ask her to marry him.

 Of course Lynne was angry at the photograph he'd taken with crumbs all over her face, icing everywhere,

 "No fair!" she cried, and the waiter, who'd spied the picture on the phone chuckled as he cleared the dishes...

 Leif had not beaten the challenge to eat the diabetes laden cinnamon roll, it was huge, and there was still some left on his plate. But Lynne would not let him carry the bun home with them for fear of her waistline, or the sake of Leif's health.

 But, Leif still had the photograph of her indulgence as proof of eating such a huge, crazy treat, and he playfully threatened to post his evidence on Facebook or Instagram.

 Lynne looked at him and glared with folded arms.

 "Delete it!" she demanded with playful harshness.

 "Can't I keep it baby, and put it in my app with the private pictures of you, the cute little naked ones that I have of undressing you in your wedding gown, and your little naughty stunt the week before? I don't want to show the icing on your face to anyone. But you look sweet, and cute. Girlish. Like you've done something bad. The way you looked when he threw my shorts across the beach. I just love your sweet, unfiltered ways. I want to keep the memory of you sticking your face in the middle of my bun because you were tempted," said Leif.

 He knew he was lovesick for her.

 Lynne looked at him with water in her eyes.

 "And here I thought you were being a fucker and teasing me. Part of me knows you are joking with me, but wanting to keep it because you think it is adorable is so sweet. You can keep it Leif, just don't put it up on instagram," said Lynne with a chuckle.

 Leif was not going to pout the picture up on instagram. But the picture was so cute and sweet that he begged her to let him set it as his iPhone desktop, and Lynne relented.

 Then the two lovers went back to the beach. This time to surf. Leif guided Lynne on the surf board her feet between his two larger feet. They each had to balance together so that neither of them fell into the water. He enjoyed holding her around her perfect stomach and guiding her to the perfect stance so they did not topple over.

 Sometimes they did topple over, but Lynne, having already been patiently guided and mentored by Leif not to be afraid of the deep end giggled and squealed immensely when the surfboard slipped from beneath them and tossed them in the water when they lost their balance.

 Her light hearted giggles and squeals as he kept guiding her to catch a wave, and her chuckles when they'd go tumbling off the board and into the water warmed his heart. He had a bigger blast with Lynney on the small waves than he'd ever had, even catching much taller waves alone. 

 Back at the cottage, they lounged in the outdoor hammock and had another round of glorious fucking, with Leif guiding Lynne's foot near his asshole for more exploration with her toe, groaning with sheer joy and pleasure at the erotic pleasure and intimacy of the feeling of penetrating his wife and enjoying the delicate feminine intimacy of her penetrating him partially with her toe. Then, another bubble bath for Lynne, and they turned in for an early evening.

 Right before they went to bed, Leif repeated how sorry he was, for treating Lynne unkindly about the shower nozzle. He knew he said it before, but he'd wanted her to know right before bed, and for her to feel even more safe and loved.

 They were surrounded with Lynne's Teddy Bears, the one of his likeness and one of hers he'd gifted her with the first night.

 "I know you didn't mean it. You're still my real-life teddy bear," said Lynne grinning at him lovingly.

 "So lucky to get to nurture you sweetheart. Just gotta keep remembering to let you nurture me too," said Leif rocking her in his chest until she fell sound asleep in his arms, knowing that she was safe, cherished, and adored. 

 ***



Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 63



Dear Readers,

 Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story. Two years later, you all are still reading, and some of you have been faithful since day one.

 I cannot tell you how much your comments, email, and feedback inspire me to keep telling the story of these two. I have really enjoyed putting the pen to paper, and letting their story tell itself as it has unfolded.

 I do not have plans to extend this story beyond their honeymoon, however, we will witness a deepening of their bond throughout the honeymoon and I will throw in a short epilogue so that you can get an idea of where life will take these two.

 Thank you for your feedback, and your interest in these characters, as it has made me a better writer.

 I do also hope that you all will be such a loyal audience for any future stories that I might write.

 I wanted to get this submitted to you all before Christmas Break, so I'm happy to have gotten this written.

 Merry Christmas,

 Mich80new.

 ***

 The next morning, they slept in a bit to make up for the lack of rest during their wedding planning week. Leif woke up first, grabbed a handful of Lynne's ponytail and just inhaled. Sweet, coconut shampoo, and she smelled good enough to eat.

 When she yawned and stretched he leaned in for her hot mouth, loving the taste of her hot nectar, raw and untamed. Lynne chuckled into his mouth, remembering he supposed, his penchant for tasting her morning breath kisses. 

 He reached into the night table and dumped a bunch of sight-seeing brochures on her naked chest, kissing around her chocolaty nipples.

 Lynne let out a husky, sleepy chuckle.

 "I want you to look through those, and chose some things you want to do on this honeymoon. I can't take you back to New York for you to tell all the girls at the night club that all I did with you for two weeks solid was fuck you, didn't let you see the air, or the light of day," said Leif playfully.

 "Hmm, those girls at my nightclub know how handsome you are. If you were their husband, they wouldn't mind one bit if all you did was hold them up in a beautiful house like this, and fuck them," said Lynne chuckling naughtily.

 "Well the fellas will say the same thing about you baby, but the fact remains that I want to treat you to a really good time. I know things were tough growing up, then you were out on your own, probably not a lot of money then to have fun adventures. You were paying your own way. It's so important for me to get to show you how to have fun lovely. This whole honeymoon is for you. We're on this trip together, but what makes me happy is seeing you have fun. It fulfills me. Deep shit in my heart you will never understand. Look through these and whatever you see that is fun, we'll do," said Leif.

 Lynne's eyes filled up with water. Leif knew that no one had ever been so concerned with her own happiness before. Lynne was too busy making everyone else happy before her time, by doing whatever they wanted her to do, without one iota of concern toward her own longings. 

 "I hope that I make you one tenth as happy as you make me. Can I choose one at a time," said Lynne with a sweet grin.

 When she got that child like grin, there was nothing on earth he could deny her.

 "Of course baby, as long as a day is long enough to decide. Look at the brochures for details to make sure we don't have to pick anything way in advance," he added, and he kissed her forehead.

 Lynne wanted to go chocolate making for their first adventure. Once she'd made the decision Leif swatted her ass and kissed her forehead and told her to get dressed, and he'd take care of everything. His young wife was a woman who was used to having to fight her own way through everything, so to get to take care of her, to have her literally point her finger and tell him what she wanted, and for him to be able to deliver it to her, well, that was his reward to her, for being so adorable and loving, and such a "good little wife". 

 She sure did make it worth his effort too, when she returned to their bedroom wearing a cute, yellow top, unbuttoned slightly, showing just a whisper of the swells of her small but firm breasts, and this cute, red plaid skirt, with a prominent zipper in the back. He already imagined himself unzipping the zipper. 

 She'd blow-dried her hair, and she'd curled it in these wispy layers that fanned her face. She wore blue eyeshadow, and candy pink lipstick.

 She looked like a doll baby to Leif. He told her so. She'd arranged a series of adorable outfits for their honeymoon, and he wanted her to know how tempting she was to him. Then he suddenly wondered aloud if he'd dressed well enough, wearing his flip-flops, white-t-shirt, and denim cargo shorts.

 "You always look handsome," said Lynne swatting his ass.

 "I thought we were going to make the candy when we get there, I didn't think we'd bring the candy with us, you look like candy," he added pinching her plump ass in her adorable plaid skirt. 

 Lynne blushed and giggled.

 Leif loved to make his young wife feel like the doll baby that she was! 

 ***

 When they got to the chocolate making factory, Lynne was wide eyed with wonder, inhaling. Seeing her eyes fill with pleasure and joy, and realizing how bleak things must have been for young Lynne, no dates, that strict church shit, and later on after she left, hiding everything from her parents just to keep a relationship with them gave Leif a lump in his throat, because now his wife would know what it meant to really enjoy life. Something that was so basic that so many people took for granted. But not Lynne. She looked at the new world they were embarking upon as a couple with wide eyed wonder. 

 His body wanted to spend the honeymoon doing nothing but fucking his gorgeous new wife, and feeding her delivery pizza for nourishment, but his mind knew that Lynne needed to experience things that gave her joy and pleasure in other ways. He wanted his baby to make so many good memories to replace the bad. Each new experience he involved her in that was pleasant and joyful was something that could erase a memory that had been painful and unpleasant for his sweet little wife.

 He'd been doing a good job so far. They had California, the fair, their Saturday morning cartoon ritual, their lovely wedding, the wedding dance, and now they would add the chocolate factory on their honeymoon to her memory banks.

 "Anything you see in here you want, any candies to buy, anything you want to add to the tour, you just tell your husband. You're Leif's wifey now and you can have whatever you want today, understand," he added.

 Lynne looked at him with the sweetest, eager little glance and nodded as he dotingly caressed her chin dimple. 

 Lynne stuck her pink tongue out and tasted after the sweet, chocolate smell in the air, and Leif chuckled, swiping her tongue with his own larger tongue. But Lynne's full, sensual mouth was sweeter than any chocolate, and before he knew what he was doing, he'd pulled her head back by her neck, and they were tangled up in a passionate kiss while they waited for the chocolate tour guide.

 They got caught up in the bliss, heat, and flavor of each other's mouth, and Leif felt his erection starting to rise.

 Thankfully before he became fully erect, the chocolate tour guide appeared, clearing his throat. If he hadn't appeared soon, Leif was going to find some chocolate alright, and pull Lynne's cute yellow top off and smear those little braless breasts in some chocolate that he'd be very pleased to lick off.

 He cleared his throat. The newlyweds were still kissing while Leif inhaled the chocolate smell and imagined smearing Lynne's already tasty pussy with whatever chocolate they would be making.

 "Newlyweds I see?" said their tour guide. 

 "Hell yeah bro, and I don't know what she's thinking, wanting to make chocolate, she's sweeter than any candy you are gonna teach us how to make, that's for sure," murmured Leif, smacking Lynne adorably on the cheek with a kiss.

 "Stop it! He's so silly," squealed Lynne, chuckling as he pinched her plump ass.

 He couldn't help it. She was adorable, he knew she loved his sensual teasing, and his lack of embarrassment about showing his adoration for her anywhere, and the squeals and giggles when he playfully teased her delighted him as much as he knew they delighted her.

 "A lot of new husbands say that, but our chocolate is pretty tasty," offered the tour guide.

 He presented them each with a glass of wine that was supposed to pair well with chocolate, gave them a few complimentary pieces of chocolate, and sat them in front of a flat screen TV for them first to watch a chocolate making video.

 Of course Leif, being the roughish man that he was, saw a flat screen, and his beautiful wife with a gorgeous yellow top decorating the swells of her small, shapely breasts, and he threw his arm around her neck affectionately, while they started watching the chocolate making video. He let his hand drift lower, and lower until he was lightly tracing the top globe of her breast.

 Lynne grinned at him, pecked his mouth, and moved his hand further down toward her breast, close to her nipple. Lynne was clearly sending him a message it was okay for him to sneakily caress her, and he loved the invitation, his lovely woman loved to be sensual with him as much as he hungered for it with her. 

 During the beginning of the educational movie they learned about the cacao beans, how a decision was made to pluck them, and about cacao paste. Leif's attention had started to wander somewhat, fascinated by Lynne's lovely light caramel complexion and the feel of those tiny shapely breasts with the huge mocha nipples in the perfect, yellow top. 

 God damn it she was a sexy little thing; she could make even a plain yellow cotton top sensual. She'd taken out her hipster glasses with the big frames so she could see the DVD picture. He loved those little glasses. He'd only fucked her wearing them once.

 On the screen they were making the chocolate into some type of paste now, and he was embarrassed that after having nutted five times with her yesterday, he was getting hard again. Of course, part of it was that his thoughts were anything but chaste right now, as they were making the chocolate paste, his mind was having a reverie of being wild, and free with Lynne on the cocoa farm. She could run around naked through the rainforest while he smeared her private areas with chocolate, chased her all around, then sucked and licked off all of the areas he'd covered with the sticky confection, and bathe her in his hot come.

 He was certain that Lynne would not mind being covered in the sticky chocolate and his come as long as he cleaned her off well. He tucked his nose close to her hair, and he smelled coconuts, a delightful addition to the chocolate smell already in the air from the factory. 

 Lynne was so busy watching the film, like the little nerd that she was, she didn't even notice him leering at her, and the bulge in his pants, and somehow, watching her and feeling sexy thoughts when she was completely unaware of how erotic she was, made the longing for her even more intense.

 His cock was sore. Should have fucked her once in the bed this morning before the chocolate making journey. He'd never learn his lesson about how hard she was to resist during the day if they weren't alone during the day and he didn't calm himself down by having her sweet body first! 

 "Wow that is so cool. It's interesting how these bitter beans make chocolate so sweet. I want to make both kinds Leify, dark and milk chocolate. Maybe they'll let us make white chocolate too even though it isn't made the same. That's you! We've gotta make one like you," said Lynne.

 Leif hadn't been paying attention to the boring ass film, but he completely understood why Lynne, so book smart, brilliant and nerdy would find a chocolate making video fascinating. She was so sweet, and he wanted to take her anywhere she wanted to go to fill up that big nerdy little brain of hers.

 Leif had been a much more hands on learner in school not book smart like Lynne except with English, so he was looking forward to getting his hands involved and learning about the chocolate making process that way.

 He tried to shift in his pants to hide his erection, and return her smart mouth little quip about him being white chocolate.

 She was so playful, and he adored it! 

 "Nah the white chocolate part of the tour comes much later, when my naughty little wife puts her head in my lap all night long. That's how they make white chocolate and they didn't show you that in the video. Wives are supposed to guzzle that white chocolate frequently, makes them healthy, smart and builds strong bones," said Leif playfully.

 Lynne glanced over at him in her big glasses, with the yellow frames, giggling.

 "Well, I always thought your come was pretty tasty. But I think of it more like vanilla, not white chocolate," said Lynne playfully. 

 When she looked down she saw his erection.

 She cupped it giggling wickedly.

 "Damn someone is ready for the white chocolate tour to start already huh? Well, it's almost near the end of this shit, so you should have spoken up earlier. That would be an eyeful for that tour guide, especially because I think he's gay," murmured Lynne.

 Leif hadn't noticed that, but he hadn't been watching for it, so he chuckled.

 "I can wait for my tour later. But you gotta let me go on the caramel making tour. That's what you are, not chocolate. Except maybe your nipples, maybe I'll just tease them instead," he added playfully rubbing them gently over her cotton top.

 Lynne let out a whimper.

 "Shhh, careful, you were the one who said the film was almost over, and I know Ramone will be traipsing in here any second. I know you want to download the film to your nerdy memory banks, so you never forget. Pay close attention," teased Leif as they were now pouring the refined chocolate into molds on the video.

 He plopped a piece of his chocolate between her firm juicy mouth, making sure that Lynne licked the melted part off his fingers. His cock throbbed with longing feeling her small, skilled tongue darting with delight over his outstretched fingers. He needed to taste that tongue in his mouth, and then feel that tongue on the rest of his body!

 When the video was over, their tour guide, Ramone appeared almost immediately, and Leif was glad that they hadn't gotten to the white chocolate part of the tour, because they would have gotten caught.

 Instead, Ramone took them into another side room where they had instruments to make chocolate, chocolate molds, some candies, and two more glasses of wine.

 The first part of the chocolate making excursion was decorating already made pieces of chocolate.

 Lynne selected several beautiful pieces of chocolate with a beach-oriented themes, seashells, starfish and little boats.

 He could see the theme she was going for, and he watched her, so fascinated he was barely decorating his own chocolates. Lynne selected blue and yellow frosting, and she began decorating her candies. She was adorable when she concentrated.

 She stuck out her tongue just slightly on the pad of her full lip, and her chin dimple jutted out. He couldn't help himself, he leaned across the table and kissed her cute chin dimple. 

 Her skin was so soft, and he already wanted more. He leaned in and kissed her ear, playfully licking her earlobe with his tongue.

 Lynne giggled.

 "Stop being nasty! We're beautifying our chocolates. Aren't you gonna decorate your pieces Lefiy?" asked Lynne brightly.

 She was busy covering the chocolates with his name, with her name, with their wedding dates, hearts, stars and sparkles. She was a regular little artist.

 "It's more fun watching you sweet," said Leif, his hands folded under his chin, looking at her, dreamily. 

 Lynne glowed at his attention. She beamed. Then she quipped- 

 "You are crazy! Decorating these candies is so damn fun. If you aren't gonna do your pieces, I'm gonna do yours too," said Lynne.

 Leif chuckled.

 "You'll have to trust me, when I tell you sweet that watching you have your fun making the chocolates pretty is much more fun than I would have decorating these damn chocolates. Here, take mine too. Make them beautiful too," said Leif dotingly, sliding his platter of chocolates toward her as well.

 When she was having fun, and flourishing, it fulfilled him more than anything. Ever since he'd met her, it was no longer about only making himself happy, it was about making his girl, and now his wife happy. Chocolate decorating was something she enjoyed, and he thought nothing of giving her his pieces as well to decorate, so his young wife could continue her fun. Her joy had quickly become his joy, from the moment they met. 

 She drew hearts, smiley faces, and more of their names and wedding dates on his set.

 After she'd drawn on her ten pieces of chocolate, and his, she started licking the blue and yellow icing from her fingers that was leftover, unable to resist the sweetness.

 God she was so damn cute and girlish!

 He grabbed one of her hands, licking more of the sticky sweetness off two of her fingers while Lynne yipped and giggled. 

 He then took the invitation of her opened, giggling lips as an opportunity to steal a sweet, candy icing flavored kiss, as Lynne moaned passionately into his mouth. 

 She got aggressive with the kiss, tangling her fingers in his hair, and probing her tongue wantonly in his mouth. 

 "I like when you spoil me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Water was in her eyes.

 She knew, he gave her his chocolates to decorate so she could feel like his spoiled, special little wifey.

 "Well that's good, because I love to spoil my good girl, and you're gonna be a spoiled wifey too for the rest of your life now," he added leaning closer to her on the bench, kissing her forehead.

 Finally, Leif surmised they weren't close enough for Lynne's liking and she came and stood between Leif, and the stool where he was sitting to decorate the chocolates.

 He hugged her close and kissed her forehead, while Lynne threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. She glowed when he doted on her, and he could sense that she craved it and loved him from the bottom of her heart! 

 Before he realized what he was doing, he was squeezing and rubbing her cotton panty clad ass under her skirt.

 "Such a cutie," he murmured sweetly under his breath, using his other hand to adjust a lock of her hair.

 Lynne blushed.

 "You're a cutie too,"

 Leif leaned in and kissed her passionately again, loving the feel of her firm, juicy, heart shaped ass in the palm of his hand. 

 Once again, they were caught, Ramone cleared his throat, and Leif quickly moved his hand from under her skirt and squeezing and patting her ass.

 "You two are just at it every minute. I have to keep my eyes on you, you might wind up with a baby before the tour is even over. I want you to name it Ramone," said the Tour Guide playfully. 

 They both chuckled in unison. 

 Ramone demonstrated the art and technique of creating a chocolate, tempering the chocolate, how to pour the chocolate smoothly in the mold so there would be no bubbles, how to fold a confection treat inside, like caramel, nougat or nuts, how they would cool the chocolate, and lastly decoration.

 Lynne watched with such eagerness and paid close attention. And Leif paid a lot closer attention than he had to both the video, and the chocolate decoration. This was something tangible that he was going to have at the conclusion of the tour, and something he could create with his own hands, and as a kinesthetic learner, this part of the tour was made for him. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 63



Leif actually looked forward to this part with the actual making of the chocolates.

 Ramone left them alone to make the chocolate as per his instructions. 

 They started with the tempering of the chocolate. Leif took the milk chocolate, and Lynne took the dark chocolate and they began stirring bits until the chocolate was smooth and could be poured into molds.

 During this process, Leif got up, he had to use the restroom. He knew it was an inopportune time, but he trusted the chocolate making to Lynne in the meantime.

 When he returned from the restroom, he walked into the room slowly. He knew Lynne was mischievous and was up to no good. She was just like a sweet little girl, and left alone for one minute with no one watching her, she'd stuck her tongue in the middle of her bowl of tempering chocolate.

 The edges of the bowl were probably hot, but the center of the bowl was lukewarm. Perfect for tasting the warm chocolaty goodness on her tongue.

 She was so fucking cute bent over the bowl and licking it out with her tongue like a bad ass little girl, her plaid covered ass stuck in the air. But then, that little devil reached over into his milk chocolate, stuck her tongue in it, and licked in his bowl too.

 Then he heard her make a greedy little 

 "Mmm," sound.

 It was a low growl, the same kind of sound she made sometimes when he started kissing her behind her ear or around her pussy, not delving straight to the clit where she would be satisfied, but teasing her where the lips joined with her juicy thighs. 

 Damn, his dick was sore, watching his naughty little goddess! 

 He decided to continue spy and see how far Lynne would go.

 She stuck her tongue back in both bowls, twice, and continued to stir.

 Little miss sanitary. Little miss hygiene. After all, she constantly yelled at him for not washing his hands immediately when he returned home, and certainly before going in the refrigerator when he came in from outside. 

 And Lynne would never lick a spoon when she was cooking, she always told him he was gross for doing so, and made him get another spoon before she would continue stirring the dish. 

 But the good smelling chocolate they were making tempted her to ignore her own cooking hygiene standards. She was so cute.

 And now that she'd foiled herself, he had some ammunition he was going to use so that he could deliver her a nice, firm, spanking. She had been hinting at wanting one earlier in the honeymoon, and in that little plaid skirt, she was wearing the perfect outfit for some discipline from a loving, playful husband.

 Just to see how deep she would bury herself in the devilish crime, he watched her again, and this time she licked dead in the center of his bowl again.

 She must have liked the milk chocolate better.

 It was all he could do not to chuckle with doting warmth to blow his cover.

 But he composed himself so he could scare her playfully.

 "What are you doing!" he asked loudly.

 He startled Lynne so much she dropped the stirring spoon on the table.

 "Nothing...I was just...stirring up the chocolate, tempering it...yours...and mine, like they asked," squeaked Lynne.

 She had no idea how guilty and adorable her high-pitched reply sounded. His cock throbbed with lust.

 Nothing like Lynne feeling startled and shy, it turned him on like no other, especially when he got her to open up, relax, and enjoy with him! 

 "Are you sure about that?" asked Leif, coming up behind her with a warning swat to her ass.

 Lynne turned around in his arms.

 He noted that she had a dot of chocolate on her adorable nose.

 Fuck! This was going to be such a fun game. A game within their little chocolate making tour game. 

 "Yes baby. I'm sure," said Lynne.

 "So I'm not, if I ask you to let me smell your breath gonna smell any chocolate on there, right?" confirmed Leif.

 "You might. But we ate some chocolate during the chocolate making video, and that would be why," lied Lynne.

 Just like a sweet little girl, she had no idea the speck of chocolate was dead on her nose, making her look like Pinocchio.

 "I know the difference between stale chocolate breath from back when we watched the movie over an hour ago, and fresh chocolate breath from a minute ago. Let me smell your breath, or give me a kiss, you decide," said Leif grabbing her possessively around the waist. 

 "Baby...stop....someone might see," said Lynne with a playful giggle as he aggressively squeezed those sweet, soft titties in her yellow shirt, and pushed her up to the counter next to the tempering chocolate.

 He rammed his tongue firmly into her surprised lips, groaning with pleasure as his tongue slipped between her open mouth and surprised lips.

 Her startled gasp of air and the way she gripped his shoulders, and then whimpered, made his cock throb and press into her stomach.

 He groaned with pleasure, he tasted the sweetness of her kiss, chocolate, and even a bit of the toffee pieces and nuts, the cute little devil had been sampling everything.

 She was so sweet and naughty and he loved her endlessly. It was her chocolate tour to do what she wanted, but he still wanted to playfully punish her for mischievously licking their bowls and guzzling the treats they were to put in their fresh chocolate, before it was time, and riddling their chocolate with her saliva. 

 He reached under the skirt, and felt her cotton panties. He hiked the hem of the skirt up so he could see what color she was wearing from behind.

 Cute red panties, just like the color of her bottom would be when he was through! 

 "Baby! What if he comes back put my skirt down," she whimpered breaking off the kiss and chuckling.

 "I can pull it down in enough time. Just wanted to see what color panties you were wearing. Red. Like your bottom will be. From lying to your husband. I'm going to ask you one more time Lynney, what were you doing with the chocolate," said Leif playfully kissing her forehead.

 Lynne looked at him and squirmed. Like she couldn't wait for her red bottom. And then she grinned at him. 

 Now he knew that somehow, she knew that he knew, and what they were doing now was playing a game where she would either admit to the wrong doing and be punished, or she would lie and be punished, but either way, they were going to play a game where she would be disciplined.

 "I didn't do jack shit!" said Lynne, and stuck her tongue out at him.

 And he could swear that he saw a bit of dark coating on her tongue at that, dark coating he wanted to lick right off her tongue after he tanned her cute, caramel hide! 

 Leif looked at her with a glimmer in his eye, lifting her skit with one hand, pulling down one of her panty cheeks with the other, and placed a stinging swat on her ass.

 "Go have a look at yourself in the mirror while I temper the rest of the chocolate. You can't be trusted, spit licker," said Leif with a playful pinch to her bottom and a kiss on her forehead.

 ***

 Lynne walked to the bathroom quietly. She was having a great deal of fun on this chocolate making tour. Leif had planned everything special for her. Hell, he even let her decorate all the candies because he knew it was fun for her.

 She hadn't meant to lick the chocolate bowls as they were creating the chocolate, but there was just something about watching that warm gooey chocolate, liquefied. It was the same way she felt tempted when she baked cookies. A lot of times she snuck tastes of the batter when making cookies. She did normally chastise Leif for being disgusting when she cooked, and wanting to lick spoons, and other things if she didn't watch him, but she felt like this was different. They were on their honeymoon and they were only making these chocolates for each other, and no one else, so what did it matter if she licked the bowls while making the chocolate. She was sure they would wash and sterilize the damn bowls before the next couple made their chocolate. 

 The chocolate was warm, gooey and delicious and it paired well with the nuts. And, part of her enjoyed the mischievousness of secretly tasting the chocolate without her handsome husband being the wiser of what she was doing while he was in the bathroom.

 When he returned though, and he questioned her about the chocolate, she knew that he knew what she was up to. After Leif had asked to smell her breath, she knew he was turning it into an erotic game, and she would be disciplined for sneaking in the chocolate, and licking the bowls.

 Just thinking he was going to spank her for her naughtiness made Lynne squirm with pleasure. She liked a good spanking, and a good seeing to in a playful fashion. He hadn't spanked her since the week before they were married. She really couldn't wait for her first spanking as a new wife. He knew how much she enjoyed it, mostly because it was playful discipline between two grown up lovers as part of sex play. 

 But it sure did smooth over wounds in Lynne's heart. She'd had some rather cruel punishments growing up, and none of them ended with chuckling and kissing her on the forehead and cuddling her and rocking her. The sweetness he showed to her in the after play was just as delicious as the spanking and helped her to see how safe she was with this wonderful man God had blessed her with. 

 She felt safe that he could cart her away to her own private fantasy land in his arms, where she was the star of the show with his playful hand swats to her bouncing ass, and then pelt her bottom with kisses to soothe any playful pain he'd caused before spending a long time snuggled with her. 

 When she looked up into the mirror at her own reflection and saw the dot of chocolate so plain on her nose, she couldn't help a loud giggle.

 No wonder he'd told her to have a look at herself in the mirror. All this time she'd been playfully defiant even though she figured he knew what she was up to, because he didn't have definitive proof unless he'd snuck up behind her to witness her licking out of the bowls.

 But now she knew, he probably not only saw her licking in the bowls, but while she was defiantly telling him she hadn't done jack shit, he'd been watching the chocolate smudge on her nose!

 It was amusing, but now she knew that she was going to get it for playfully lying to her husband.

 Lynne squirmed and felt damp heat flowing into the red cotton crotch of her panties. Would he spank her now, like he did sometimes in public if no one was in the room, or would he make her wait until later when he could pull her dramatically across the knee. 

 Whatever he chose, she felt butterflies and all mushy everywhere, imagining her setting straight, tingly anticipation of when, and what would occur. He was made for her, wired for her in every way and she loved the games her strong, loving man played with her.

 She washed the chocolate off her nose, and returned to the room where Leif was tempering the chocolate.

 "Close the door behind you lovely. I told Ramone that I needed to spend a bit of time alone with you after we pour our chocolate molds.

 Lynne swallowed. 

 "Prop that chair up under the door, and come over here, and tell your husband, once and for all, what you saw when you looked at your pretty little face in the mirror," said Leif.

 Lynne batted her eyelashes and did her best damsel in distress impersonation as she toyed with the hem of her dress.

 "I saw chocolate," she added softly, shyly, looking into his blue eyes, and the playful fire that she saw there.

 She knew she was about to be playfully disciplined and she relished it.

 "Come stand in front of me," he added huskily swatting his thigh.

 She knew he was swatting his thigh because soon she'd be laying across his thigh, getting a spanking on her backside with his firm hand. He made it sting so good!

 Lynne noticed that he'd poured several of the chocolates in the mold while she was in the bathroom.

 He looked up lovingly into her eyes. 

 "I will let you help making the rest of the chocolates after I spank your cute, naughty little backside for lying to me princess, is that clear," asked Leif, caressing her chin dimple with a gentle thumb.

 Lynne felt tingles in her stomach fanning in a flame that ran in a current straight down towards her pussy. The prospect of the spanking long denied was making her wet. She liked to be handled by him, delivered into his hands, under his erotic control, paid exclusive attention to during his loving swats, free to act out, cry, and then be loved and spoiled later, rather than be treated cruelly as she had been when she was younger. The spankings, and his loving aftercare were a soothing balm to her starving soul.

 "Yes sir, husband sir, I'm sorry for Lying to you," said Lynne pressing her lips together obediently.

 "I know you're sorry. You're normally such a good little wifey. And don't worry I won't tell Ramone you drooled in our chocolate. Probably sweeter with the taste of your little tongue anyway. But you need to be taught a lesson about lying to your big, strong husband huh? Right," he added gently caressing her face with his hands.

 This petting her and protecting her as a prelude to the spanking was so delicious that she whimpered when she answered yes. 

 "Pull down your panties, and climb across my knee," added Leif with mock sternness.

 She looked down and she could see his erection poking up for her through the print of his denim shorts. Lynne swallowed, trying not to show her lust for being pulled across his knee, panties down and bared to the wind, so close to his throbbing erection. 

 "But baby it's in public and I-"

 "There's a chair under the door. I asked Ramone to give us a few minutes. He probably already knows you've been naughty. I'm not going to ask again. Panties around the ankles little Lynney and across my knee. Now!" he added gripping her waist for emphasis.

 Lynne wanted to climb in his lap, and straddle him and fuck him, it turned her on so much when he jerked her forward into the circle of his arms.

 What was she to do but obey? She licked her lips, and looked at him with big, yearning eyes, eager to please, pulled down her red, cotton boy cut underwear, embarrassed by the huge wet patch so prominent that it almost looked purple in the gusset, and then smelled the scent of her own desire mixing in with the heady smell of the chocolate. 

 She whimpered, she couldn't help it as her nipples stifled. She felt all tingly in the pit of her stomach and half wondered if the tour guide knew that her husband asked for a moment alone because he was going to spank her. Or fuck her. Or both. Would he be that bold to tell the man to give him a moment alone with his wife to spank her, or to fuck her? The thought of it turned her on intensely. 

 "Let's go!" he added, lifting up the skirt and placing a firm swat on her cheeks with a rough hand.

 "Ouch!" yipped Lynne.

 "Keep quiet, and hush, or you'll really be embarrassed when Ramone comes in, and sees you with your dress pulled up like a naughty little girl being spanked by your husband!" said Leif huskily, roughly pulling her across his lap.

 Her breath caught in her throat. No matter how kinky it might be, or how strange she was, she loved to be her husband Leif's little girl. Spanked and then coddled. She loved him for not judging her or thinking she was sick for feeling like she needed their loving world that was mixed with equal parts love, adoration, and domination.

 "Mmm, I love how this cute little ass jiggles when I tap it for being naughty," grunted Leif huskily.

 He pelted her bottom with stinging swats, first the right cheek with a hard slap, grunting quietly when her juicy ass vibrated into his palm, and then the second hard slap went across her left cheek.

 It stung so bad, but she knew she couldn't cry out, or it would draw the attention of the chocolatier and if he could open that door that Leif had propped the chair up under, he would catch her getting a spanking from her husband for licking their chocolate bowls.

 He kept thwacking her bottom with the stinging slaps, and each slap made her pussy tingle more, and now she was getting juicy wetness on his knee. She knew it, and she tried to lean her pussy up in the air so she didn't ruin his knee through his jean shorts with her feminine juices.

 "Lay down flat. Don't squirm away. You just like when your husband punishes you for being naughty, and treats you like his dirty little girl. It's normal. Lot's of wives like to be spanked by their husbands! Very normal kink! I want you to ruin my pants leg so you can look at it all day, and know that you don't just like when I spoil you. You like when I discipline you too, it's some spicy difference for you and makes that pussy real wet doesn't it?" he grunted. 

 She felt his erection grazing her side through her sweater. She wanted to grab it. Lynne loved that her vulnerability and the act of disciplining her was just as pleasurable to him as it was to her, they were made for each other, fit like lock and key!  

 "Yes," muttered Lynne through her tears. She grinded her pussy up to his pants leg with horny frustration. Squirming around and trying to get some attention for her nipples on his other thigh.

 Leif mercifully petted her gushing pussy, gently caressing over the coarse hairs, her puffy lips, and the pleasure jewel that lay between them. 

 Lynne let out a throaty moan of ecstasy. 

 Her pleasured moan was low, but possibly could have been heard by someone standing close to the door.

 God damn it, she was so worked up, she felt like she could come with a few more well placed caresses of her pussy.

 "Now, I told you to keep quiet? Still not listening huh? You need more than just a bare bottom tap to behave! I'll let you choose. The spoon or the spatula! And you better not make a sound, each time you cry that's another spanking," he murmured huskily.

 "Spatula," said Lynne, trying not to sound too eager for the spanking. Part of the game was to pretend she didn't want the discipline. 

 She'd been craving a real spanking from him for so long, it was a treat for her that was as sweet as the chocolate they were making. 

 "Don't, go, lying, to, your, husband, again, hear me?" he asked between swats of the spatula.

 "Yes baby! Yes Baby! I'm sorry I want to be a good girl, I won't lick the bowls anymore," she said through her tears.

 "And...no...more yelling...when I lick a spoon when you are at the stove...little miss...lickety spit..." said Leif holding her hand above her head as he paddled her with the chocolate making spatula. 

 Lynne squirmed in his lap through her tears with the stinging swats, but now she wanted to chuckle because he was being playful. Lickety spit, she knew he would remind her the next time she got after him when their honeymoon was over, and she was cooking and he wanted to taste the spoon. 

 Leif had stopped spanking her ass with the spatula. Now he ran his fingers deliciously along her ass crack, possessively, and started gently tracing her anus wit his thumb.

 Next, he surprised her by pelting her bottom with kisses.

 "You are a good girl. Such a good girl when you play with your husband and let your mind, and body be free. A sexy girl. My sexy girl, Your husband loves you so much," he added between kisses to her bottom.

 Lynne felt tears form in her eyes and they flowed freely. He always did this, always reminded her during the play that she was a good girl. His good girl, and after a lifetime of hearing otherwise, it healed her to hear this from her husband, didn't matter that she was a grown woman, she took pleasure in being special to her man, and having him acknowledge her goodness, her sweetness, and reassured in his love for her. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 63



He spread her ass cheeks lovingly and gave her crack a thorough, pleasurable tonging, finishing it off with sticking his tongue gently in her asshole, and rimming her.

 The contrast of the stinging feeling of her bottom with the gentle pleasure of his tongue, rimming out her sensitive anus was phenomenal. Damn, her pussy ached with pleasure and need to be filled! 

 Her gentle husband lifted her skirt. At first Lynne thought he might spank her a little more and she grinded her moist pussy up to the skin of her husband's knee, she was thankful his shorts had shifted so she didn't get them any wetter than they already were.

 With her panties still around her ankles, he spread her knee a little bit.

 "You wet for your husband baby girl," he asked with a gentle kiss to the back of her back, which was exposed because her sweater had raised with all the tussling.

 She felt so adored, and she wanted to get up off his lap and sit in his lap like his grown woman and fuck him, and there was still a little bit of time, he'd only been spanking her a few minutes, if they hurried up, she could be coming in his lap before Ramone' wondered what they were up to. 

 Lynne nodded sending her hair bouncing everywhere.

 "I'm hard for you too. You make your man hard sometimes when you misbehave," said Leif playfully.

 Lynne glowed. She felt cherished by her husband, and adored. 

 Then Leif reached under her body and petted her pussy with gentle circular caresses, Lynne still splayed eagle spread across his knee like a naughty little bride. It was heavenly for Lynne as she was already worked up and extremely sexually aroused from him dominating her and slapping her ass until it stung. Her pussy lurched with pleasure, and it only took about a minute of gentle, circular caresses lightly over her pubic hair and under her skirt, her panties around her ankles for her femininity to begin contracting with sweet orgasmic joy.

 He made her pussy purr so good, her wetness coating his fingers, that soon she was purring, under her breath, and grunting softly.

 "Umph, I love you Leify,"

 To which he responded-

 "Husband loves you too baby doll, clean my fingers," he murmured bringing her down off of her high by gently coaxing her.

 She loved tasting her own sweet juices on his finger tips, and the oh so soothing feeling of getting to be his special woman and suckle his fingers. Their own tender little secret. Whatever she needed to feel nurtured, this man provided. There had never been a more special husband, and she was a lucky wife. 

He knew just how she was wired, and just what she needed to feel loved and safe. 

 This was the release she craved with each spanking.

 Being told she was a good girl, and that she was loved, and being pleasured and pleased after his playful love taps.

 She sobbed quietly with such intense release, her shoulders shook.

 She felt Leif reaching down around her ankles, pulling up her wet panties, helping her ease them over her thighs and she leaned up the rest of the way to pull them up, and then stood before him obediently.

 "You're such a good girl Lynney. My sweet little wife, and I love you so much," he murmured dotingly kissing her forehead. 

 She didn't even need to reach down to hug him, he squeezed her tight to him, rocking her back and forth. He took a tissue out of his pocket, gently wiping away her tears, calming her down after their loving play.

 "All better now? I didn't go too hard did I baby? I was just playing with you, and I know how much you like a good spanking from your husband. Always remember the safe word Lynney," he added with his finger under her chin dimple.

 "Yeah. Tortoise. That's fine, but I like it. I love everything about when you discipline me with a spanking, I love how you hug me like this afterwards and kiss my forehead," said Lynne.

 "Well I don't have to spank you for me to kiss your forehead darlin', and you know that, if that's the only reason you like it, just say you want a hug, you can have all the hugs you want now, we discussed that baby," he added stroking her hair, and kissing her cheek.

 "No I like all of this...all of it...when you accuse me of something bad, when you paddle me, force me over your knee, cuddle and kiss me afterwards. Other people would think this is some sick shit, but I like it when I get to be a bad little wifey, and you punish me and give me a spanking, and then caress me. You are playful, and kind and caring, and when you spank me, I know you are being really playful, but you love me so much you want me to feel your strength, and know you'll always protect me. That's what the spanking feels like, that you are big and strong, and won't let anything harm me. I know that's silly to you. But playing the spanking games are so different than it was growing up. Growing up was cold, icy and scary. My father was mean. A lot of anger, and frustration towards me, and I was left all alone to sort out lots of scary feelings. When we play it's the opposite of that. You nurture me, like...like it should have been when I was little. And each time we play like this, it heals a part of me. I know that I'm loved, I'm safe, and I'm your special girl. And a good girl to you. I know it's sick shit, I know I have things I need to work out in my mind that I-"

 "Who says that it's sick shit? Are you worried about our friends judging us? Or our family? No one says what is right between the two of us, but the two of us. It's okay if you like some spanking with your love from your husband, and then some cuddling afterwards. Or if you like a bedtime story, or want to cuddle with me, or play with stuffed animals or watch cartoons. You are very normal to me, and it's fine darlin'. Hell baby, I know your wounds, and I know they are gaping and painful, and if...if being playfully disciplined, or nurtured sometimes heals some of that wound for you, I don't give a shit, fill up that need until you feel full in my arms darling! I've known you've wanted me to protect you and care for you ever since you climbed in my lap when I saved you from the mouse. You need that kind of love and guidance, it was missing before, but I told you during our wedding vows that I was the dream catcher. You want somebody to spoil you, take care of you, set playful limits sometimes, make sure you are doing okay emotionally. That was what you were supposed to get as a little girl sweetheart, but you didn't get it, and I am honored to give it to you now as my grown up wife. Hell Lynney, I know that you are my loving wife and you are free to do as you please, and you are all grown up, but sometimes, its safe, and fun to act out things that give us pleasure. If being submissive to your husband and getting a spanking sometimes gives you pleasure, no one can judge you. It fills me up too, makes me feel like a real man, to be able to give you something you need so much, kindness, and care, and nurture you. Just like you don't judge me when I like you to stick your big toe in weird places on my body, or smell your underwear. No one has to know, your kinks, your joys are private between us. If it makes you feel good baby, I'm game," added Leif.

 "It feels good to be out in the open with this, and how much it heals me, and how good it feels to me inside. To be honest and real, and admit that how much I like being treated like your little girl, and doted on sometimes, and spanked at other times, even though I am your grown up wife. I thought you would think it was icky and I had even more issues than you already know that I have," said Lynne with an impish grin.



Leif chuckled hard and kissed her forehead.

 "You are not icky, or sick. You are a woman who has been to hell and back. Your feelings are very normal darlin'. There are lots of women who liked to be treated like their man's baby girl sometimes, even those who have had normal upbringings, how much more so, for a woman like you, with a rotten, shitty childhood. I don't mind babying you sometimes if you've had a crummy time, or a bad memory, and want to be close and snuggle and treated gently. I don't mind a bit. Your longings are not creepy to me, and I know you know the difference between being disciplined or loved by a parent, and playing games with your loving husband. I want to be everything to you. Be what you need. I'm your husband baby. Being babied and sometimes disciplined by your man is your kink, your secret pleasure you want to indulge in with your husband, you'll find no judgment here. How could I judge you for that with the way you acted yesterday, opening up a new world of pleasure for me?" he added kissing her hand lovingly. 

 "Damn, we really are getting close now. I promise you, it was one of my biggest fears was that if I admitted how much those things turned me on, and I like being treated like your little girl, you would think I was a weirdo, and now we are out in the open with it, and it's okay. I love you so much Leify, you were made for me, I feel so connected to you," gushed Lynne.

 "Hell yeah, beyond the surface shit, it's true bonding to be able to let someone in on your kinks. I never hard that before. That's territory you wouldn't cross anywhere but with a wife. Man, men who think banging out random chicks is fun, they are missing out on all this goodness. I'm glad we're getting started with this intense stuff right away, on the honeymoon, exploring our kinks together. I love being your husband baby," said Leif.

 "I love being your wife. Can you imagine what it'll be like in ten years? Fifty years," said Lynne chuckling with wonder.

 "I can't begin to imagine how much joy we have in store in the next fifty years, but I like to daydream about it, lovely. Get over there and prop open that door before Ramone' worries about us," said Leif swatting her ass.

 She propped one the door, and Leif called her back over into the circle of his arms.

 They prepared the chocolate, stirring it, and folding in all types of treats. He was patient with Lynne, helping her mix the tempered chocolate, fold in the treats, kissing the crown of her hair as she poured it into all the delicate molds.

 Letting her lick the chocolate off his fingers. He was so caring and kind to her, and it was what was missing in her life before! It made Lynne's pussy wet again, the gusset of her panties was sopping wet, and she had to stand between the stool between Leif's legs and the table so she didn't ruin her skirt. 

 Hoping off his lap, she couldn't feel his erection anymore, but she hoped for Leif's sake that it had softened so he wouldn't be embarrassed. She still used her body in her cute plaid skirt as a shield just in case her husband was still hard. 

 And when Ramone' returned to the room, he praised their beautiful chocolates. He took the trays from them, and prepped them to put them in gift boxes so they could remember the trip to the chocolate factory, along with the pre-made chocolates that they decorated.

 After the chocolate making, they took a thirty minute tour of the actual chocolate plant, where they saw the process of chocolate refinement, tempering, placing it in molds, making it firm, and then assembling it for delivery.

 After their tour, the boxes of chocolate that they'd decorated, and created from scratch were ready. Leif tipped their tour guide generously and carted out the boxes of chocolate.

 He took Lynne's hand, led her to the Prius, and handed her the boxes of chocolate.

 Lynne took the boxes of chocolate, and sat them in her lap, then looked over at Leif, lovingly. Her husband. Her confidant, her protector, and she didn't have to feel ashamed or nervous about her intimate sexual longings, or even the roots of her needs. Leif was giving her permission to have sexual and emotional comfort in his arms, an outlet for painful feelings, with no judgment on his part for her idiosyncrasies due to her painful past. This was powerful. 

 He might be slender but his arms and chest were broad, and wide open, and she knew it was safe to lay her head in his chest at anytime. Or climb in his arms. He wouldn't turn her away.

 He stroked her hair adoringly.

 "Now you can have one or two chocolates, but not too many okay darlin'? Gonna take you for lunch, wherever you want to go, and I don't want you to ruin your stomach with that sugar. And, after you get a good lunch, you can have more chocolates if you still want them," he added huskily, caressing her cheek. 

 There was authority in his voice, but a sweet kindness that made her already sticky underwear even moister. She liked when he looked after her to see that she didn't spoil her appetite. He wanted her to be well nourished. Frankly he fussed over her, when she hadn't had a lot of fussing over her whole life. This made her feel special. 

 "I don't want lunch, I want dessert!" moaned Lynne.

 She threw the boxes of chocolates off the dashboard, and straddled his lap.

 Leif chuckled warmly, and kissed her forehead angelically.

 "You nasty little angel, good thing we parked around back, huh?" he added between gentle, wet kisses and smacks of her lips.

 "Hmm, being afraid someone might drive back here, or Ramone will throw something in that big ass dumpster makes it even more hot and kinky," murmured Lynne.

 "I like how you think baby girl," said Leif with a husky chuckle, his hands gently smoothing up her stomach, caressing her firm, large nipples with gentle, husky thumbs while Lynne gyrated on his lap and groaned.

 He started necking her.

 "Leify...Leif....I love you sweetheart," panted Lynne between his pleasurable mauling of her neck.

 Her underwear were ruined, and she wanted to take them off, but Leif moved his hand gently under the crotch, rubbing the hot slickness of her outer lips so gently.

 "Ugh!" she cried loudly.

 "Shhh. My sweet girl needs to hush now," panted Leif in her ear, biting it for emphasis.

 "Yes...Yes husband," murmured Lynne.

 Confessing to him, the longing in her heart, made the lust for him burn even more brightly. This kind, caring man that she was lucky enough to call her husband, who indulged her every whim, no matter how strange or broken she felt. This man who was finally feeling comfortable enough to trust her with every inch of his own sexuality, which he'd shown her yesterday.

 She couldn't wait until he would let her rim out his asshole. He deserved pleasure, and there was no spot on him, as far as she was concerned that was too lowly to pleasure, the way he'd pleasured her heart. Wanted to share everything he'd given her that had been the source of such physical and emotional ecstasy. 

 She wanted to please him with another blowjob.

 "I wanna suck you, husband, sir," she panted, squirming in his lap.

 She liked submitting to him sometimes, and calling him sir. She worshiped him the way he was showing her he worshiped her, by being willing to fulfill all her needs, mundane, or unusual, with equal aplomb. 

 "You little angel, I'm so lucky aren't I. Beautiful woman like my little wife begging to suck my cock. But there's no room for us to do that in here in this front seat right now. And, anyway, I haven't had any of your pussy all day, and I'm starved for it," said Leif, removing his glistening fingers from under her panty gusset, and sucking he slickness off, groaning with pleasure.

 Lynne wanted her husband so bad, her mouth was hanging open, and Leif chuckled, kissed her forehead, and stuck his tongue in her mouth. 

 She tasted her pussy on his breath, and it drove her wild as she squirmed in his lap.

 "You're just fucking adorable," doted Leif with a gruff chuckle.

 That's what did it, his complicit admiration and love for her. It always started love pounding in her heart that bubbled over into her stomach and demanded to be extinguished by shoving his thick cock in her sopping wet pussy.

 She reached for his shorts, yanked them open and roughly pulled out his thick, hot, throbbing dick 

 "Ouch, careful how you handle that manpower!" said Leif with a husky chuckle.

 "I'm sorry baby," squeaked Lynne with pleasure, sitting solidly on his cock, her mouth open with ecstasy as he stretched her out. 

 "Oh!" bellowed Leif, with sheer pleasure, his blue eyes staring down piercingly into hers as he curled his lips up as though he was in pain, with pleasure.

 He gripped her ass cheeks hard with his fingertips, as Lynne held her crotch of her panty leg back obscenely with one hand under her skirt to allow for more penetration.

 He jerked his hips upward into her roughly, sending Lynne bouncing delightfully in the air, while his cock gorged her, and brushed satisfyingly close to her gspot.

 "MMm," she moaned as his hands reached under her yellow sweater, gently squeezing and rubbing her breasts, and their aching nipples.

 "Uh," he moaned, thrusting into her harder, pounding her back against the steering wheel, as Lynne threw her head back in ectasy.

 His cock felt so good, and she could feel his hot length throbbing with pleasure between her sugar walls.

 "My God, your pussy is so tight for your husband, baby girl," he panted.

 He grabbed a handful of her hair, and kissed her forehead adoringly, his other hand squeezing and massaging her breasts.

 "I love when you tell me how tight my pussy feels, I want to be just what you want baby," she groaned, sucking and pulling at his lower lip with her mouth as he rocked upwards into her, bouncing her delightfully in the air, her arms and legs jostling around like she was his rag doll. 

 "You are just what I want angel, and everything to me," he panted through his kisses. 

 Being everything her man wanted, and the look of tenderness and pleasure in his blue eyes, he was overcome with joy and satisfaction with her, and the way she could make his body feel.

 She felt womanly, and proud, and special to him all at the same time, and that was what did it. She started jerking her hips wantonly on top of his own. That made her throw her head back in more pleasure, his girth felt so perfect gliding up next to her g-spot, but more than that, she was consumed with making her husband come good, with being his special girl, his good little wifey.

 Leif was bucking wildly beneath her as well, the Prius rocking back and forth with such intensity that Lynne worried about toppling it over.

 He tangled his fingers roughly in her hair, and pulled her back towards the steering wheel. He necked her some more, then started kissing her mouth hard.

 "Damn your pussy feels so good! So soft, I can't help myself," he grunted, and he lifted her shirt, exposing her bare breasts, then roughly kissing and suckling her nipples.

 It was so brazen, raw, and pleasurable, lifting her top like that, exposing her tits in the car, if someone should happen by they'd catch them not only fucking but with her top up, and his mouth full of her tits.

 It was fun to be so naughty, and something Lynne had craved for her whole adult life. It was heady, and intoxicating, being his special baby girl and not feeling ashamed, bonding with him on a deep, sensual level, the smell of the chocolate, smearing with the scent of their sex, the damp slickness of the feeling of her thighs jostling close to his jean shorts, all the wet, creamy juices she was leaving on his blonde pubic hairs, the feeling of his hot mouth mauling her breasts and her notoriously sensitive nipples, she felt that shiver, that delightful shiver building in the core of her pussy.

 "Ugh! Leify, I love you!" she wailed out loudly for the entire parking lot to hear. 

 Thank god it was the middle of the day, and they were the only car parked down there, or everyone in the parking lot would have heard her screaming with pleasure through the rolled up window. 




Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 63



Her pussy quivered with pleasure again and again around his cock, and Lynne reached out and dug her fingernails into his chest, needing something, anything to hang onto to keep from nearly passing out with pleasure.

 Leif lifted her skirt to look down and see his thick, pink cock stretching out her pussy.

 "Mmm...good girl....come on my dick angel, make your husband come too...oh make my dick feel so good..." he panted. 

 He pulled her hair back further, and started wildly biting her ear and thrusting madly into her, and Lynne felt his hot sticky seed bathing the inside of her pussy with his warmth.

 And knowing, the fetish he had for her panties, and skirts, and coming on her panties, Lynne knew he was going to soak her gusset with his sperm, and she backed away, groaning with ecstasy that he saved some of his hot gifts for her sticky, panty gusset, already ruined with her fluids. 

 "Mmm, good little wifey, you make me feel like heaven doll," he added slapping her ass a few times.

 Lynne was crying in his arms. Crying because she felt beautiful and loved. He'd told her she was a good girl again and again, and it was affirmation that nourished her soul! 

 Leif looked at her with loving blue eyes.

 "Don't cry darlin', I know you love me. Love you too, so much. You do make me feel like heaven lovely, he added dotingly, not even bothering to zipper up his pants yet, just devoted to Lynne and her aftercare needs.

 He picked her up off the steering wheel and held her to his chest, kissing her forehead again and again.

 "I feel like heaven with you too Leify," panted Lynne, trying to catch her breath.

 "That's good. Feel your stomach growling. Let's get you cleaned up and grab some lunch okay?" he added, kissing her cheek.

 "Yeah, that sounds good Leify," murmured Lynne. She was still dazed with delight, the chocolate tour, the delightful spanking, their ever broadening emotional closeness, and the good sex which left her knees quivering like jelly, which was only the icing on the cake of their beautiful relationship.

 He was rocking her, and cuddling her.

 He also had reached in the glove box to help her clean off her sticky panty crotch which they'd ruined with their passion.

 Then he helped her cover her backside with her panties again, and affectionately patted her rear.

 She wanted to tell him she loved him again, but it just didn't do justice to the feeling she had for him in her heart, so she threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek hard.

 He chuckled with delight.

 "Up you go. Gonna find us some sandwiches and beer. And we can have a nice picnic," he added dotingly.

 Lynne hopped across the gear shift and back into the passenger's seat, grabbing the box of the chocolates that they made.

 "I said only two," he added with a firm swat to her thigh.

 "I am only going to eat two," cried Lynne as she pulled out of the space. 

 ***