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A Peony for Your Thoughts

By: Knobgoblin



"A peony for your thoughts!" A soft voice spoke near me, breaking me out of my daydream. It was Eleanor Carter from the flower stall next to my location at the Farmer's Market. She was holding a beautiful, deep magenta flower, out to me. I reached over the display of organic tomatoes and took the offering.

"Thanks Eleanor." I responded to the pretty young woman as I took the flower from her. I had a little bit of water left in a bottle so I slipped the stem inside and sat it on top of my display.

"You were thinking about her again, weren't you?" She said, more as a statement than a question. The pity in her eyes was comforting, and irritating, at the same time. I wanted to move past the death of my wife, but it was so hard. So damn hard.

"Yeah." I admitted. "Thanks for caring. I'm glad somebody does."

"We all care Mr. Darling." She said. Sensing that I didn't want to talk, she turned and walked the short distance back to her stall. She stopped to adjust some of the flower arraignments that her family had out for sale. The Neanderthal instinct in me forced me to check out her twenty year old form, not that there was a whole lot to see.

Eleanor came from a very strict Pentecostal family. She and her mother both wore long skirts with loose, long sleeved blouses, every day, rain or shine, hot or cold. Their long blond hair was always up in a severe bun and neither of them ever wore any makeup. Even so, they were pretty women, with ice blue eyes and Scandinavian features. When they stood up straight you could see that there was some considerable flesh hiding under those loose blouses and I had noticed that Eleanor's skirt was filled out rather well below her waist. But those thoughts just led me to think about Claire...

...It was the summer before the diagnosis. It was July 5th to be exact, because I remember that we got up late because we had gone to town to see the fireworks the night before. It wasn't a market day, so I was hoeing around the tomatoes while Claire picked beans. When it got hot she would often wear a light sundress and it was always my favorite way for her to dress. I looked up from hoeing and was treated to a view straight down the drooping neck of her dress. Her pointy little breasts were hanging down so invitingly, the pink nipples coming almost to a sharp little point. She noticed that I wasn't hoeing and looked at me.

"Get back to work Mr. D." She said with a laugh, although she didn't make any move to hide the view.

I blew her a kiss and went back to work, although it was bit uncomfortable with the swelling in my pants. When I looked up again she had her back to me and I was treated to a view of her firm ass covered by the yellow cotton of her dress. My cock swelled even more. I laid down my hoe and moved up behind her. Grabbing her by the hips I pressed my crotch into her ass.

"Oh my!" She exclaimed as my cock pressed into the crack of her ass. "Is that a cucumber in your pocket or are you glad to see me?" She joked with a giggle.

"It is most definitely not a cucumber." I whispered into her ear is I leaned over and slipped a hand inside the arm hole of her dress. I palmed one of her soft, hanging breasts and felt her nipple harden to my touch. She let out a low moan and the sack full of picked beans she had picked fell to the ground.

"Oh God, you make me wet every time you touch me Scott." Claire moaned as I kneaded her tit. My other hand reached around and rubbed hard atop the mound of her pussy. "Take me now. Right now!" She almost screamed in her sudden need.

Claire's hands reached back and fumbled with my belt as I raised the hem of her dress up over her ass. She was wearing thin white panties that were so old they were almost see-through. With a yank I torn them from her body and tossed them into the bean patch. Claire whimpered in anticipation as I pulled my cock out of my jeans. She spread her legs and grabbed her ankles as I lined my cock up with her dripping cunt.

"Fuck me good, baby." She said. "I need it bad." She looked back over her shoulder and her eyes were smoldering with lust. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened as I slid my cock into her in one smooth motion.

"Fuck, you're soaked!" I blurted as I began to fuck her hard. She made no reply except to grunt each time my ball sack slapped audibly against her swollen clit. I held her hips tight as I slammed into her, giving her a hard, fast fuck; just the way she likes it when she gets this way. As I pounded her, her yellow dress slid down her back until it was bunched up around her neck. With one hand she pulled it over her head and dropped it to the ground. That hand didn't go back to her ankle, it went instead to her tits where she began to squeeze and pull her nipples.

"Oh yeah, here it comes! Here it comes! Don't stop baby, don't stop!" She cried out as her release approached. I began to feel my balls tighten too and I knew that we would come together standing amid the green beans on our small homestead farm. With a couple of last, hard thrusts the damn burst and I flooded her with my seed just as I felt her cunt clamp down on me as her own orgasm began. The rhythmic pulsing of her muscles seemed to milk my cock dry as I struggled to hold us both upright as we savored the feelings. As I felt her orgasm retreat, I helped her stand up and then I picked her up in my arms. Without a word, I carried my naked wife to the house. 

I smiled as I remembered that the hoeing didn't get finished and the beans didn't get picked that day. "You're doing it again!" I heard Eleanor call from her stall. I looked up with a smile. "It must have been a good memory this time," she said, "you were smiling."

I nodded back at her. "It was." I replied. "A very good memory this time."

"That's what you need to remember." Eleanor replied. "Remember the good times. That's what Claire would want."

I nodded again but before I could reply a customer came up to my stand. I stayed steadily busy the rest of the morning and early afternoon and I didn't get a chance to talk to Eleanor again until the Market closed up at 3:00 pm. It always took Eleanor less time to pack up her flowers than it did my vegetables so by the time she caught up with me she was ready to go but I was still packing unsold squash into travel crates.

"Mr. Darling, can ask a favor of you?" She asked as I was toting a crate of squash out to my truck.

"Sure sweetie, what can I do for you?" I replied.

"Mom and dad are going to the flower show in Chicago Saturday," she began, "actually, mom is going and she's making dad go with her. But, anyway we've got a pre-packed shipment arriving here at opening on Saturday but I have to take mom and dad to the airport. Can you sign for it and set them out on the empty rack? I'll bring everything else early and all you'll have to do is set them out and watch the stall for me for a little while."

She knew I would do it. Her family and I have been watching each other's stuff for years when one or the other had to run an errand or something on Market day. "No problem Eleanor. Tell your folks to have a nice trip."

"Thanks, you're great Mr. Darling!" She said. With a wave she jumped into the old pickup that they used to bring flowers to and from the market and drove off. I waved and went back in to finish packing up my produce.

**************

The Farmer's market doesn't officially open until 7:00 AM, but old Bert who watches the place (and lives in an old RV behind the main building) lets us regulars in early to set up. I got to the market at about 6:15 that Saturday morning and Bert was already sitting in a lawn chair by the gate drinking a cup of coffee.

"Marnin' Scott." The old man drawled over the rim of his cup. "Look's to be fine day, don'cha think?"

"Yep, sure do." I said, slipping easily into a version of the local vernacular. "Bet it'll be right hot by midday though."

"Yep." Bert acknowledged. "By the by, young Eleanor said ta remind ya that thars a truck comin' this marnin'."

"I remember." I replied. "Have a good'un Bert."

"Ya too Scott." He replied as I drove my truck through the gate.

Eleanor's stall was already set up and, as promised, she had left an empty display for the arriving flowers. I got my vegetables out and then went and fetched Eleanor's cash register drawer from under the display where she had stashed it. I opened it up and it was fully stocked with start-up money for making change. Under the plastic drawer I found the small sign that told customers to see me for purchases and put it out on a small stand next to her cash register. The delivery actually showed up on time and ten minutes after he showed up I had the flower arraignments set out.

With the weather being good the Market was really busy. There was a steady stream of business, both to my booth and Eleanor's. I was so busy I didn't even begin to wonder about her not showing up to work until after ten in the morning. By eleven I was getting worried and by noon I knew that something was wrong. I was about to go ask Bert to call the Carter's when I heard the news.

"Did you hear what happened at the airport?" One lady standing at my booth asked another.

"No what?"

"One of them little commuter planes crashed." The lady said. "The news said it appeared to have engine trouble. Crashed into a hill over by the quarries."

"Oh my." The other lady replied. "Did anyone get out?"

"I don't think so."

I looked over at Eleanor's empty booth and I just knew that it was the plane carrying her parents. I sat down heavily in my chair. Oh God. Bob and Carol Carter were on that plane. I couldn't believe it. People that I had known for years. People I had spent hours talking to over our displays at the Market. Carol Carter had brought me dinners for almost a month after Claire passed when I was having a hard time talking care of myself because of the grief. And Eleanor, an only child and with no relatives that I knew of. Eleanor. Shit.

I got up to go and find Bert but he was already heading my way.

"I reckon ya heard da news." Bert said. "Ya want me ta watch ur boofs?"

"Yes, thanks Bert." I said. "Do you know where she is?"

"Na. Might try da airport." He said as he sat down in my chair. "Go on and see if ya can find dat youngin'. She's goin' ta need someone ta help her. I'll take care of ur stuff."

I squeezed his shoulder in thanks on the way by and ran out to my truck.

**********

I found her at the airport. She was sitting on a little bench in the small lounge that served as the departure and arrivals gate for the half-dozen commuter flights that flew in and out every day. Someone had given her a cup of coffee, but it had gone cold without a sip being taken. Eleanor was staring at the far wall while sheriff's deputies and airport people milled around. Two people with FAA shirts on were working at a makeshift desk in the corner. Deputy Carl Jones saw me come in the door and flagged me down before I could get to Eleanor.

"Scott." He said flatly by way of a greeting. "You here to get Eleanor."

"I don't know yet. I'm just here if she needs me." I said. "Does she have any family nearby?"

"She says not." He replied. "She has an aunt in Florida, but she can't get here until day after tomorrow. We've asked her if we can take her home but she said that someone will come and get her. When I asked her who she said 'I don't know.'"

"What happened? Do you know yet?"

"Best guess is that one of the engines lost power. There was a short mayday call. Couple of kids swimming at the quarries saw the plane flip over and nosedive. Scott, there was barely enough of the plane left to tell what it was. No one survived and they sure as hell didn't suffer."

"Thanks Carl." I said. "Let me see if I can help."

I walked over to the bench and sat down next to Eleanor. She looked over at me and tried to smile but it came out as a grimace. "They're gone." She simply said. I put my arm around her and hugged her.

"I know sweetie." Was all I could say.

"Maybe they'll see Claire in heaven."

"I'm sure they will." I replied as a pain twisted my heart, for her loss as well as mine. "Are you ready to go?"

She nodded and stood up. I led her out to my truck and held the door for her. She climbed in and straightened out her skirt. I closed the door and came around to my side. I got in and started the truck.

"I don't know what to do Scott." She said, using my first name for the first time that I could remember. I reached across the bench seat and took her hand and squeezed it.

"I do." I said. "I'll help you take care of everything."

"Thanks." She said staring out the window. I put the truck in gear and headed for her house.

**********

As long I had known the Carter's I had never been to their house. Being a family of extremely conservative Christians, they really didn't entertain. They lived on several acres not far from my own small farm. Though their clothing bordered on the austere, their home was awash in color from the thousands of flowers planted in beds around the property. I lost track of the types I saw as I drove up to the modest ranch-style home that was set back a distance from the road. Try as I might I couldn't remember what Bob Carter had done for a living, all I really knew was that his wife had a small business growing specialty flowers that she sold to local florists, over the internet and at the local Farm Market. I got out of the truck and stared around at the sheer number of flowers blooming in the yard.

Eleanor came around the truck and stood next to me. "These are just Mom's 'yard plants'". She said. "Most of the flowers are out back. Come on, I'll show you." I followed the young woman around the house and was amazed to see four large greenhouses surrounded by gardens of flowers in various stages of growth. 

"Wow. Your Mom has quite a setup." I said somewhat in awe. "If I had greenhouses like that I could grow fresh vegetables all winter long."

"Yeah. She made a nice bit of money growing flowers. Most of her business was large specialty orders. We would work our fingers to the bone when one of those orders came due."

"What I don't understand is why your mother bothered with the Farmer's Market when she obviously made a lot more money with her other ventures." I stated.

Eleanor turned and looked at me. "She liked the Market, that's all, and so do I." She hung her head down and spoke quietly. "Besides, when we were at the market, we weren't here where my dad was watching over us."

"He was pretty strict, huh." I said, not wanting to say speak badly of the dead but wanting her to be able to confide in me if she wanted to.

"That is an understatement." She said. "Don't get me wrong, I love... loved, my dad but his devotion to the church could be very confining."

I nodded my head. Eleanor led me to the house and let us inside. The inside was as austere as I imagined it would be. I noticed that there was no television in the living room and only one radio that I could see. I don't think they had bought new furniture or carpeting for a couple of decades. Eleanor stood in the middle of the kitchen and looked around. The house was deathly quiet. She turned to me with a pleading look in her eyes.

"I can't stay here by myself Mr. Darling, I can't." She said, breaking down into tears for the first time since I had found her at the airport. I pulled her to me and she cried into my shoulder for a good quarter of an hour. When she pulled herself together, she pushed herself away gently and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her dress.

"Do you have a friend you want to stay with?" I asked, "Or someone from the church?"

When I mentioned the church she twitched like I had shocked her but recovered quickly.

"No, I don't really have any friends." She replied.

"Well, then I guess we have two options. I can stay here with you or you can come stay with me until your aunt gets to town." I reasoned.

"Can I stay with you?" She asked.

"Sure. Why don't you go pack a bag for a couple of days."

"Thank you." She said and retreated down a hallway. I sat at the kitchen table and waited for her. She wasn't gone long, reappearing with a small overnight bag. "I'm ready." She said.

"Okay. Do you need to take care of anything here? Pets. Anything in the greenhouses?" I asked.

"No pets and the greenhouses are automated." She told me. "We can come check on things tomorrow, can't we?"

"Sure. Tomorrow will be fine."

Eleanor locked up the house and we headed for my farm.

**********

Eleanor had been to the farm a few times after Claire died when her mom would drop off some food for me but she had never seen more than the front room of the house. I pulled into the drive and parked in front of the detached garage and before I could shut the engine off my faithful black lab Max came lumbering from around the house to greet me. But when he saw Eleanor he spurned me and went directly to her. I started to warn her that he was going to jump on her but instead he just went up to her and leaned into her legs with his head down. Eleanor knelt down and put her arms around him and gave him a big hug. It was that damndest thing I'd ever seen, Max knew she was grieving and he went to comfort her.

Eleanor stood up and then Max came and jumped up for me to scratch his ears. After I showed him some attention he went right back to Eleanor. I took her overnight bag and led her inside to show her to her room. The house only had two bedrooms and she was actually going to be sleeping in the master bedroom. I found that I couldn't bear to sleep in there after Claire died and I had never gone back to sleeping there. So, I took over the spare bedroom and I had never even thought about moving back into that room. I showed her where she could put her things and made her some space in the bathroom and then I went outside to take care of my small menagerie of animals.

I was feeding the chickens and looking for eggs when Eleanor came outside. She had changed her clothes (still in a loose blouse and skirt) and washed up. Max followed along right her side. He hadn't left her since she arrived. Eleanor stopped and looked around, taking in the modest extent of my mini-farm.

"You have a nice place Mr. Darling." She said. "How many animals do you have?"

"I've got twenty chickens, six goats, three pigs, thirty rabbits, and one old dog." I said. Max looked at me reproachfully when I called him old. "After the fall butchering I'll be short three pigs and thirty rabbits though."

"Rabbit? Really?" Eleanor said with a sour look on her face.

"Don't knock it till you try it. They're tasty and I can get two or three meals out of each one." I replied. "Oh, and I've got a couple hundred catfish getting fat down in the pond."

"I like catfish!" She said with a quick smile, her grief temporarily forgotten. The smile faded quickly as reality settled back in. "I came out to see if you want spaghetti for dinner. I peaked in your cupboard and you've got everything I need for it."

"Eleanor, you don't have to cook for me." I said.

"I want to. I did all the cooking at home." She said and I could see that she needed some feeling of normalcy.

"Spaghetti will be great. I've got a few things to finish up out here and then I'll be in." I said.

"Okay. Dinner in an hour." She said and turned back to the house. I watched her walk away, Max trotting along at her side.

**********

Food that good had not been prepared in my kitchen since before Claire got sick. I didn't even know that I had the ingredients to make it in my cupboard. I ate three helpings. Eleanor blushed when I praised it, telling me that it was no problem, just simple spaghetti. We cleaned up (I helped even though she insisted that I didn't have to) and then I asked if she wanted to watch TV. A delighted look crossed her face as she said she would love to.


A Peony for Your Thoughts



"I'm going to change." I said. "I'll see you in the living room."

"Me too." Eleanor replied.

I changed into a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt and made my way back to the living room. Before I could even turn the TV on, Eleanor appeared in the hallway still dressed in her day clothes.

"Mr. Darling, I forgot to bring a nightgown." She said. "Do you have something I can sleep in?"

"Sure. Look in the top drawer of the big dresser. Claire's gowns are in there, you can wear any one you want."

"Thanks." She said looking sheepish. She turned and went back toward the bedrooms, Max still trailing along in her wake.

I turned on my 60" HD flat screen TV and satellite receiver and began surfing through the guide looking for something interesting. Now I don't splurge on many things, but my television is another matter. I spring for the full football and baseball packages and I've got all the major movie channels. I work hard all day on the farm, TV time is my reward to myself. I was debating between reruns of CSI and a special on the Nature Channel when Eleanor reappeared. I looked up and felt my jaw drop.

I had completely forgotten that Claire's taste in sleepwear had tended toward the sexy end of the spectrum. I'm sure that Eleanor had chosen the chastest gown she could find, but even so she was a vision. First of all she had let down and brushed out her hair. It fell over her shoulders and down to the middle of her ass in wavy cascades the color of sun-bleached wheat. The gown wasn't sheer, but I could still see just a hint of her dark areola where they pushed against the fine material of the gown. Her breasts, always hidden behind the loose blouses, were obviously large and shapely and even without the benefit of a bra rode high on her chest with nipples that I could tell were slightly upturned. In a nutshell she was a knockout.

"Is this gown okay?" She asked, looking down at herself. "It's not too revealing is it?"

"Um, no, it's fine." I stammered.

"The others were see-through." She replied with a pensive look on her face. "I wouldn't be comfortable wearing those.'

"I'm sorry Eleanor, I forgot that Claire's gowns were so thin. I think that she had a bathrobe if you want to cover up with that." I replied, secretly hoping she would say no.

"It's too hot for a robe." She replied (Yes!). "This will do. Did Claire sleep in those gowns?"

"Uhh, no. We actually always slept in the nude. The gowns were more for...um...erotic reasons." I replied. Eleanor turned bright red.

"Oh. I see." She replied.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked before the conversation could get any more strained. Eleanor settled herself on the other end of the couch and Max jumped up with her, laying his head in her lap. He knows he's not supposed to get on the furniture, but when I turned to look at him Max just raised his eyebrows at me, as if to say 'Really? I'm trying to comfort the poor girl and you're going to make me lay on the floor? Get real Scott.' I let it go and besides, Eleanor seemed to enjoy his company. She was absent-mindedly scratching his ears as she looked at the TV guide on the screen.

"I don't care Mr. Darling. I never really got to watch much television."

"Well, we have sitcoms, nature shows, movies, cartoons...whatever." I said.

"Really, you pick." She said.

I started to put CSI on but stopped, realizing that the whole dead people crime drama motif might not be the best option at this time. I went back to the Nature Channel and we watched a show on the Amazon rain forest.

I'll admit I'm somewhat of a jerk. I had a hard time paying attention to the show. My eyes kept wandering back to the young woman sitting at the other end of the couch. The fall of her blonde hair, the shape of her lips and the curves of her breasts behind the flimsy fabric of the gown made it hard not to stare. It was a relief when she announced that she was going to go to bed.

I stood and she came and gave me a hug. I could see that she had been crying again and I felt so bad for her. My own loss was still pretty fresh, but hers was still an open wound. Again, I had to balance my concern for this sweet woman with the urges that having her close to me were causing. Especially when she hugged me because I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest. My cock began to swell and I quickly separated myself from her before she could feel the evidence that this old man was getting turned on.

Eleanor leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you again for letting me stay here Mr. Darling."

"Scott" I said.

"What?"

"Call me Scott." I replied. "Mr. Darling is starting to make me feel old."

"You're not old, Scott." She said. She put a hand on my face as she looked into my eyes. "You're not old."

Eleanor turned and went to her room, Max following along at her heels. She went in and closed the door while I stood there, staring after her like a lost child. I could still feel the heat of her hand on my cheek. I could even feel the wet drop of a tear that had been on one of her fingers.

"What the fuck are you doing Scott?" I berated myself. "She's half your age you old dumbass. Get it together." I shut off the television and went to bed. That night before I fell asleep I did something I hadn't done in a long time. I masturbated. And for the first time in years I wasn't thinking about Claire when I did it.

**********

I woke to the smell of bacon frying and coffee brewing. I almost started to call out for Claire when I remembered that it couldn't be her, it must be Eleanor cooking. I got dressed and made my way out to the kitchen. Eleanor was standing at the stove, already dressed in her standard blouse and long skirt. The only difference was that today her hair was done up in a long, single braid that reached all the way down to the top of the skirt.

"Good morning!" I said as I made my way over to the coffee pot.

"Morning Scott." She said. "How do you want your eggs?"

"Scrambled is fine." I answered. I poured a cup of coffee and then offered to help. I was firmly shooed away from the stove. I chose to sit at the table and nurse my coffee while my guest cooked for me. She went about the business of cooking as though she had grown up in my kitchen. I swear she knew where everything was without asking or even hunting around for things. In no time breakfast was ready. She placed a plate in front of me and then took a seat.

"Delicious!" I announced after eating the first bite. 

"Why thank you sir!" She replied.

I ate several more bites before speaking again. "How is it that you seem to already know where everything is in my kitchen?" I asked.

She thought about that for a minute before asking. "Have you changed anything in the kitchen since Claire passed?"

"Not really."

"Then that's how. A well run kitchen usually has things laid out in certain places. You don't put the pans too far away from the stove, for example." She told me. "I'll bet that Claire liked to cook."

"She sure did. Homemade bread, preserves, pasta, you name it." I said.

"That explains it." She said. "That, and the fact that I went through all the cupboards yesterday while making dinner. I have a pretty good memory."

"I guess so." I quipped.

Her face darkened. "Speaking of memory. You promised to help me take care of things." She said quietly. "I don't know where to start."

I stood up and got some paper and a pen. I sat back down and over breakfast I began to ask her all the important questions.

************

Most of the rest of the day was spent running around town asking questions and tracking down information. We found the Carter's lawyer and got him started on the issues relating to Bob and Carol's will. We went to the local funeral home, went to see the pastor at their church and went through the all the financial documents that we could find at Eleanor's house. Many of the final decisions were left until Eleanor's aunt Martha arrived from Florida, but we at least got started on getting Eleanor situated in regards to life insurance policies, bank accounts and the other requirements that need to be addressed when loved ones pass on.

We made it back to the farm just before dark. Eleanor helped me take care of the animals and then we collapsed in the living room.

"Let's just order pizza." I said. "It's too late to cook and you've got to be just as tired as I am."

"Nothing a good hot bath won't fix." Eleanor said, stretching her long legs out in front of her on the couch. "Besides, you live too far outside of town for pizza delivery."

"Au contraire!" I said in my best cheesy French accent. "I have a guy."

"A guy?" She said.

"Yep, a guy." I said. "Watch me work babe."

I pulled my cell phone out and dialed the local pizza joint.

"Is Ronny working?" I asked when they called.

"Yeah." The bored girl answering the phone said.

"May I speak to him?" I asked.

"Uh, I guess so." She said. I heard her begin yelling for him. Finally he picked up.

"Yo!"

"Ronny, it's Scott Darling."

"Hey, dude. How's it hangin'?"

"Low and to the left man." I said. "I need a delivery dude, you gonna be able to hook me up?"

"You got the stuff?" He asked.

"Yeah I've got it. It's last of the 2008 crop." I said. "It's primo man!"

"Right on bro." He said. "I gotcha covered. What do you need?" He asked. I put my hand over the receiver.

"What do you like on your pizza?" I asked Eleanor.

"Pepperoni and mushroom." She answered.

"One pepperoni and one pepperoni and mushroom." I told him.

"Sweet." He said. "I'll be there in about an hour dude."

"Thanks Ronny." I hung up.

"What was that about?" Eleanor said with a shocked look on her face. "Was that Ronny Wilson you were talking too?"

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"Cause he's a dope head." She said, fury written on her face. "And apparently you're his dealer. What's your game Scott? You growing marijuana out back or cooking meth in the barn?"

I held up both my hands, "Whoa Eleanor, hold up!" I said. "You are jumping to some major wrong conclusions. Let me show you something, all right?"

She nodded her head but she still looked wary and pissed. I led her to a doorway next to the kitchen and opened it. It led down into the basement of the house. 

"Come on." I said, turning on the basement light. We descended into the unfinished cellar of the old farmhouse. Shelves lined the walls all the way around and on the shelves were hundreds of jars of canned vegetables and preserves. All put up by Claire and myself. Some of it we ate and some we sold at the market. Along one wall were packages tightly wrapped in butcher paper. It was to this shelf that I went. I selected one of the packages and wiped the dust off the top of the paper. I handed it to Eleanor.

"Read it." I said.

"Goat cheese. 2008." She read softly. She looked up at me. "Goat cheese?"

"Yep. You don't think I keep them smelly varmints around for their company did you?" I said.

She shook her head to clear the cobwebs. "Ronny Wilson is going bring you pizza for goat cheese."

"You got it." I said with a smile. "Ronny might be a hop head, but when he gets the munchies he cooks gourmet meals. Did you know that he's leaving for cooking school in France this fall?"

"Really? Ronnie Wilson." She said. "Skinny kid with dreadlocks and an old VW bus? That Ronnie Wilson?"

"That's him. And believe me, that boy can cook. I'm thinking about investing in a restaurant with him when he gets his degree."

"Wow. I never would have guessed." She said. Then she looked embarrassed. "I guess I was too quick to judge. That's my upbringing coming out in me." I could see that she was getting mad at herself.

"Let's get cleaned up before dinner gets here." I said, steering her toward the stairs by her elbow. She walked up the steps ahead of me and I got a good look at her ass swaying back and forth beneath her skirt as she moved. 'Down boy' I reminded myself.

When we got back upstairs I shooed Eleanor off to the bathroom and sat back down on the couch. I must have been more exhausted that I thought because before I knew it Eleanor was waking me up.

"Scott...Scott...Wake up." I heard through the haze. I felt someone shake my leg. I opened my eyes and was treated to an amazing sight. Eleanor was bent over shaking my leg and I had a perfect view down the neck of her night gown. The breasts that I had only dreamed about were now fully exposed to view. I could only guess, but I'd bet they were a large C cup or maybe D cups with surprisingly dark areola given how light her skin was. Her nipples stood out proud from the puffy mounds of her areola and they capped off a pair of wonderfully rounded, obviously firm young tits. I blinked my eyes and looked up at her hovering over me.

"Huh." I managed to croak out.

"Showers yours." She said, straightening up.

"Okay, thanks." I said, levering myself up off the couch. I grabbed a quick shower that went a long way toward waking me up. I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt again and was finished just in time to catch Ronnie when he dropped off the pizza.

Ronnie thanked me for the cheese and I smiled as I watched him walking back to his old VW van sniffing the butcher paper. By the time I made it back to the living room, Eleanor was already putting slices of pizza on plates while Max stood close by hoping that something would drop on the floor. I got us both sodas and then took my seat. Eleanor brought me my plate and damn if she didn't lean over me again. If I didn't know how straight-laced this girl was I would swear she must have been doing it on purpose. Despite myself, I took another good look at her sweet tits.

"What should we watch tonight?" She asked as she took her place on the couch. Max looked at me and gave him the sign. He settled on the ground at her feet with and audible huff.

"You pick tonight." I said. I tossed her the remote for the satellite. She paged through channels until she got to the pay per view. One of the first movies was a new horror flick that I hadn't seen.

"How about this?" She asked.

"Fine with me, but it might be scary." I said.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I'm a big girl, besides, I've got you here to keep me safe."

"Okay, start it then."

She pressed play and we were soon into the development of a flimsy plot that involved teenagers, a deserted cabin, a local legend and some sort of as-yet unseen monster. We finished the pizza before the first disappearances. For all her bravado, I could see her begin to fidget when the scary music started to play and she jumped when the 'surprises' happened on screen. The tension was building and I could tell by her body language that she was nervous. I would have bet that this was probably one of the first movies she had ever been allowed to see, and it was a horror movie to boot.

"You okay over there?" I asked. She nodded nervously.

"Do you want to sit over here?" 

Eleanor scooted over next to me faster than a scared rabbit. She snuggled up against me and I put my arm around her shoulders. I felt her physically relax as I did. Her body seemed to melt into mine and I was suddenly reminded of all the times I had sat just like this with Claire. But for a change I didn't feel regret, I felt like things were finally okay.

We made it through a few grisly (ie. Ridiculous) slayings before we got to the obligatory sex scene. I was surprised at the amount of nudity, this flick must have been pushing the limits of what the censors would allow in an R-rated movie. There were several full-frontals of the girl, a couple of ass shots of the guy, simulated sex and even a quick peek at 'Mr. Johnson'. It was pretty blasé to me, but I could feel a change in Eleanor. Her breathing changed and she pressed herself closer to me. I glanced down and immediately noticed that her nipples were rock hard and pushing the silky white fabric of her nightgown out into tiny hillocks. I watched as her left hand unconsciously moved up her side toward her breast, eventually gliding softly over its rounded curves, her nipple expanding even more in response to her caress. Her other hand was pressed tightly into the V of her crotch and I could almost feel how tightly she was squeezing her thighs together. Just the thought of the wetness that was no doubt forming in her pussy made my cock stiffen and throb. Regretfully, the sex scene was soon over but Eleanor had questions.

"Scott, do all the TV channels show that kind of thing?" She asked quietly.

"No, just the premium channels like HBO and CineMax and the pay-per-view channels." I replied. "But what you just watched is as far as they normally go. There are a few X-rated channels that show more explicit sex but you have to order them special."

"Oh. Do you have any of them?" She asked. I couldn't tell from her voice if she was interested in watching them or trying to gauge whether I was some sort of pervert.

"No. I haven't watched anything like that in a long time." I replied trying to answer her truthfully but at the same time let her know that I had, just in case.

She made no reply.

"You haven't watched all that much TV, have you?" I asked.

"No. Only a little bit at friends houses. Every once in a while mom would take me to a Disney movie when I was little." She replied sadly. "My dad thought that TV was a tool of Satan sent to corrupt the Earth."

"Oh. I'm sorry I guess." I said. "That's a shame that you would have been so cut off like that, although you did manage to miss a lot of the 'reality TV' craze so you should count your lucky stars."

She laughed. "I did see Big Brother one time. It was awful. But I want to catch up now. I don't believe in all the things my dad did."

"I think that's a good thing Eleanor." I told her. "But be careful, there are a lot bad people out there who would take advantage of you."

"I'm not worried." She said. "You'll watch out for me, won't you?"

"If I can." I replied. She tilted her head up and kissed my cheek.

We watched the rest of the movie in silence. When it was over, Eleanor got up and turned around once again giving me the heavenly view down the front of her gown.

"Thanks for watching the movie with me Scott." She said. She leaned in and this time she kissed me on the lips. It was just a peck, but it seemed to signify a jump in our relationship to each other. I sat, slightly stunned, and watched her and Max walk down the hall to the bedroom. Had something just happened, or was it the over-active imagination of a forty-something widower?

**********

The next week was a whirlwind of activity. Aunt Martha arrived and she turned out to be a bubbly spinster of about 60 years who had a penchant for telling dirty jokes and drinking wine. I liked her immediately. Martha helped a lot and I was able to get back to my farm and get a couple of Market days in while she and Eleanor took care of family details. The service for Bob and Carol was on a Friday and I attended, along with Bert and a few other people from the Market. The rest of the crowd were mostly people that I knew went to church with the Carter's. Their pastor presided over the service and it was nice for a funeral, if that can even be said of a funeral. He shook my hand after the service and thanked me for helping Eleanor, as though he were her guardian or something. I didn't like him at all and I was soon to find out my dislike had merit.

Martha agreed to stay for two more weeks and help Eleanor with the flowers. Carol had a few pending orders that Eleanor wanted to fill and it would give her the chance to dig in and see if she wanted to keep the business going. I helped out as much as I could. The day before Martha was to return to Florida, Eleanor called and asked me if I would meet them that afternoon at the attorney's office. He was going to read her parents will and she wanted me to be there. I told her that I would.




A Peony for Your Thoughts



It was kind of crowded in the lawyer's modest office. I was there with Eleanor and Martha. Reverend Cole along with several deacons from church were also there. I got a bad feeling when I saw them in there. Reverend Cole had a smug look on his face. My bad feelings were justified when it was revealed that the Carter's had left everything, property, assets and investments to the church. Eleanor was completely stunned.

"They left me nothing?" She asked in disbelief.

"No." The attorney said. "The will is actually older than you are so you weren't born yet, however your parents never filed another will so this one is legally binding."

"What am I going to do? Where am I going to live?" Eleanor asked in tears.

"You can come and stay with us." Reverend Cole said. "Until you can sort out what you are going to do." As he said it saw his eyes travel over Eleanor's body like a butcher sizing up a slab of meat. The man was a creep, no doubt about it.

"She'll be staying in her own house until this is settled." I replied for her.

"But it is settled Mr. Darling." Reverend Cole said. He reached into his coat pocket and withdrew a bundle of papers. "I was afraid that something like this would happen so I went to the trouble of having eviction papers drawn up." He handed them out to Eleanor but I took them instead and quickly read them over.

"You're only giving her until Friday!" I blurted out. "That's only five days from now."

"It's all perfectly legal Mr. Darling." The attorney said. A light bulb clicked on in my head.

"How did the Reverend now to show up with eviction papers? I asked the attorney.

"Um, well, I represent the church also." He replied somewhat sheepishly.

I stood up and loomed over his desk. In a quiet but forceful voice I demanded, "You will give us a copy of the Carter's will, right now." He started at me for a moment and when I wouldn't back down he handed over a copy of the will. "Thank you. You will be contacted by Miss Carter's attorney shortly. She will be contesting the will."

I put my hand down and took Eleanor's arm and helped her up from her chair. Martha followed suit and we turned to leave. Before we left I stopped and addressed Reverend Cole. "By the way, until this is resolved Miss Carter will be staying in her home and anyone coming on the property will be considered to be trespassing. Do you understand?"

"Are you threatening me?" He asked. A couple of the deacons stirred and made as if to back him up.

"Not at all." I said with an evil grin. We strolled out the door and I led them quickly to my truck.

"Where are we going?" Eleanor asked through her sniffles.

"To see MY lawyer." I said.

"I can't afford a lawyer."

"I can and I'm not going to let those crooks get your inheritance."

We beat it to my lawyer's office and thankfully he was available. We laid the whole story out for him and he got right to work. Of course it helps that he and I went to college together and I introduced him to his wife of 22 years. By the end of the day he had managed to get an injunction to hold up the enactment of the will pending a hearing and an order preventing the church, or any of its members, from setting foot on the Carter property or having any contact with Eleanor until after the issue of the will could be settled. He's a damn good lawyer.

Long story made short, my lawyer kicked their lawyer's ass all over the court room. The judge completely threw out the old will and awarded Eleanor everything. The judge even turned the opposing attorney in to the State Bar Association for a probable ethics violation for handling both the will and the legal actions of the church. That case is pending but I really don't give a shit what happens to that asshole.

The legal wrangling took the better part of six months, so by the time that it was all over Thanksgiving had passed and Christmas was only a week away. I had helped Eleanor with the last of her mother's standing orders and she was now at the point where she needed to decide if she wanted to continue with the floral business or sell it and go to college. 

I was past the summer crops and into fall and winter mode at the farm and at the market. I was about to take in the last of the collard and mustard greens and the cabbages had already been picked. I discovered that Eleanor was also very skilled at canning and making preserves, something that Claire had been the expert at when she and I ran the farm. Eleanor helped me can beans, applesauce, apple butter, and a dozen different kinds of jellies from the fruit trees in my orchard. During the winter they were big sellers at the Market and got me through the slow months until the spring crops were up.

As you can tell, Eleanor and I had become very close, best friends in fact. We spent at least 5 days a week together, helping each other out and sharing meals. It was a great time to be with her because I got to see her transform from a sheltered young girl into a modern young woman. She quit wearing the skirts and blouses in favor of jeans and t-shirts. She began to use a little bit of make-up which served only to highlight her natural beauty. And she modernized her house, using some of the left-over insurance money to repaint and upgrade the place. Her first purchases were a large screen television and a satellite dish.

"Scott, do you have plans for Christmas?" She asked me one day at the market.

"Nope." I said. "I'll probably just spend it with Max unless I get an invite somewhere." I had been invited to various friends' houses for both of the Christmas' I had been without Claire but I hadn't been asked by anyone yet.

"Good, because you're going to spend it with me!" Eleanor announced.

"Sounds good to me." I replied, my mind already on several helpings of Eleanor's cooking and football in front of the big screen. "What time do you want me there? Christmas morning or evening?"

"Oh no buster, you're coming over Christmas Eve morning and you're bringing an overnight bag and Max with you." She said. "We're going to have a proper Christmas. We'll be going out to Brogan's to find a tree and trimming it, we're going to bake cookies and make eggnog and we're going to get up and open presents in the morning and we are going to have a big dinner. I've already invited Bert, Marty and Susan (my lawyer and his wife) and my Aunt Martha will be driving in around noon."

I knew that she wasn't going to take no for an answer to any of it, not that I wanted to say no. "I'm in!"

Eleanor let out a squeal and sped from around her booth. She ran up and gave me a big hug, squeezing me tight. I hugged her back, enjoying the feel of her breasts pressed tight to me, even if we were both wearing heavy coats. She gave me a kiss on the mouth and declared, "This is going to be the best Christmas ever!"

**********

I spent the rest of the week debating on what to get her for Christmas. I had already bought her a new sweater and DVD player to go with her TV, but now that we were going to do Christmas morning I felt like I needed to bulk up the presents. I ended up buying a bunch of little gifts, but all of them things I knew she would love.

I showed up at Eleanor's bright and early on the 24th. She was already dressed and ready to go. We had a great time stomping around Brogan's tree farm. We found the perfect little tree. Eleanor held it up while I cut it down with a bow saw. Max, meanwhile, had scared up a rabbit and was chasing it around in circles. Bugs finally eluded him and he came trotting back to us with a self satisfied look about him for having chased off the big bad bunny rabbit.

We spent a lazy afternoon trimming the tree and decorating the house. She came with me to take care of the animals and then we had a lovely dinner and settled in to watch television together on her couch. As was our custom ever since the horror movie, she always cuddled up next to me when we watched. We did the whole Christmas Eve thing, watching 'The Grinch' and 'Charlie Brown' and ending the evening with 'A Christmas Story'. Eleanor laughed her head off when Flick got his tongue stuck to the flag pole.

When the movie ended, Eleanor turned the TV to a Christmas movie channel and snuggled up closer. I put my arm around her and she sighed. "What time is it?" She asked.

"Just after midnight." I replied. "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas." She said. "You know, we each get to open one present on Christmas Eve. Go pick out a gift for me to open."

"All right." I said. I separated myself from her and went over to the tree. I picked up a present and brought it back to her. "Merry Christmas." I said again as I handed it to her. Eleanor was a giddy as a toddler with her present. She made a big deal out of shaking it and turning it, trying to figure out what it was.

"Open it already!" I said with a laugh. She smiled and ripped into the paper. She let out a small squeal when she saw that it was perfume.

"Chanel #5!" She said. "I've always wanted some!" She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big kiss on the lips. "Oh, thank you Scott, this is perfect." She opened the box and sprayed a little bit on her wrist. She inhaled the scent then held her arm out for me. I sniffed and as I had hoped, the perfume mingled with her fresh scent to produce a beautiful combination.

"Marvelous!" I declared. "Now, where's my present?"

Eleanor jumped up with her gift clutched against her Winnie-the-Pooh pajamas. "You stay here and I'll go get it." She said. "It's too big to put under the tree." She turned and ran down the hallway to her bedroom. I leaned back on the couch and took a sip of my wine. Eleanor's enthusiasm for Christmas was infectious. I was staring off into space, thinking about what tomorrow would bring when I hear her say from the doorway, "Merry Christmas Scott."

I looked up to see the most beautiful vision I had ever seen. Eleanor was dressed in a see-through nightgown with a big red bow tied around her chest and absolutely nothing else. Her long hair was freshly brushed and flowing down her back in shining cascades. I watched in awe as she slowly moved toward me across the living room. She walked up to me and sat facing me in my lap. I watched in amazement as she lowered her face to me and then we were kissing, our tongues probing each other's mouths. I found that my arms had encircled her and that my hands were gripping her firm round ass. We kissed for an eternity and then she pushed herself away.

"It's time to unwrap your present." She said huskily as she thrust out her chest and the now crumpled bow.

"Eleanor, I..."

"Shhhh!" She said putting a finger over my lips. "I want you to listen to me. Okay?"

I nodded.

"Scott, I have loved you since I was fifteen years old. I would watch you in your stall at the Market, selling your vegetables, talking and laughing with people, being the perfect husband to Claire. I knew that I wanted the man in my life to be just like you. I felt so sorry for you when Claire died, but guilty too because I loved you. I never wanted anything to happen to her, you know that, but for a long time I was so guilty because a part of me thought that now you could be mine."

She went silent for a few minutes before she continued, "Scott, I never hoped that we would ever be together, for the longest time it was just the crush of a high school girl. But after my parents died, and you helped me, and we became friends, well...I started to hope again. And unless I'm totally wrong, I've seen you look at me like a woman. I...This isn't coming out right!" She blurted out in frustration. Eleanor turned her head and started to cry. I gently put my hands on each side of her face and turned it back toward me.

"Eleanor, I love you too!" I confessed. "I have for months now. But with our age difference, and the loss of your parents, I didn't want to screw up our friendship."

"Age doesn't matter, as long as you love me." She said, a smile breaking through the tears.

To show how much I loved her I took hold of the tag ends of her red bow and pulled. The knot slipped away and the red cloth fell, exposing her perfect breasts beneath their gauzy cover. I leaned forward and kissed the tip of each through the material. Eleanor moaned softly each time.

"I think I'll need to take my present into the bedroom to finish unwrapping it." I said. Using one arm, I managed to lever myself up off the couch with Eleanor still in holding on to me. She wrapped her long legs around my waist and I carried her into her bedroom. She had already lit at least a dozen candles around the room so it was diffused with a soft, yellow glow. I put her down next to the bed and without taking my arms away from her I reached down and grabbed the hem of her gown and slowly pulled it up over her head. The filmy material made hardly a sound as it fell to the floor next to the bed. I stepped back and looked at her.

"Definitely the most beautiful present I've ever received." I said.

"Really?" She asked sheepishly.

"Really!" I said. I started to take off my shirt but she stopped me.

"Let me, please!" She begged. I dropped my hands and nodded. Eleanor stepped up and slowly pulled my t-shirt over my head. She dropped it to the floor and then ran her hands down my chest, tracing a meandering path through my chest hair. She grinned like a naughty schoolgirl when her hand made it to the waistband of my sweatpants. She began to push my pants down and sink to her knees as she did it. Once they were around my ankles I stepped out of them and she tossed them out of the way. That left me wearing only a pair of boxers and my arousal was very apparent.

"Oh my!" Eleanor exclaimed. "Someone seems happy to see me!"

Her words, and the way she said them, shocked me. Eleanor saw my look and giggled. My shocked look didn't stop her however. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and firmly pulled them down. Unfortunately, she didn't think to pull them out so that my cock would clear the waist band. It didn't hurt much, but it was uncomfortable. Eleanor got a big kick out it though, she liked the way my cock bounced when it sprang back to attention.

Now, as if all of this weren't enough to floor me, the next thing certainly did. Eleanor leaned into me and starting at the base of my cock, she dragged her wet tongue all the way up the underside of my cock to the head and then she sucked the head into her mouth for a second.

"Mmmmmm. You taste nice." She said. I just stood there in amazement. This virginal young woman had just expertly licked her way up my cock!

"Spice." She said to me when she saw my expression. I looked at her without comprehension.

"The Spice Channel. On the satellite." She said. "I bought a subscription. I had to do some research for tonight." 

Then it hit me. She had no idea how to go about sex so she had been watching porn to learn how. I laughed out loud and she looked hurt. I picked her up and held her to me.

"Elly, sweetheart, I'm not laughing at you. But porn, is...a lot of it is fake or just for the camera."

"So, it didn't show me the right way to do it." She asked.

"Baby, there is no right way or wrong way. I'm sure that now you know all about the mechanics of it, but sex, making love, is an art. It's an expression of love. You learn it by doing it."

"You'll help me right. Teach me how to do it right?" She asked.

I picked her up and laid her on the bed. Her long blond hair was spread in a fan around her head and I marveled that the perfection of her body. I climbed onto the bed and kissed her.

"We'll teach each other." I whispered. "Everyone is different. I'll be learning as much about you as you learn about me. Now, I'm going to make you feel wonderful."

I started by kissing her again and then I moved to her neck and ears. Nibbling her ears made her shudder with delight and kissing her neck elicited soft moans. Elly's hips began to undulate as she became more and more aroused. I kissed my way into the hollow of her neck and then dragged the tip of my tongue down into the deep valley between her breasts. I shifted slightly to the right as I kissed my way up her toward her right nipple, my left hand following suit toward the other. My lips circled her nipple for a moment before I gently sucked her nipple into my mouth. As soon as I did, Elly arched her back off the bed and cried out.

"Oh God, I'm cumming!" She said from between gritted teeth. Her whole body had tensed up as her orgasm swept through her body. I kept a constant pressure on her nipple with my mouth as my other hand gently rolled her nipple between my fingers. Elly's climax lasted at least a minute before her body relaxed and she sank back into the bed. Her eyes, which had been closed tightly, opened and looked at me in shock. "I didn't think you could cum like that." She stated between ragged breaths.

"Some women can, so I hear." I said with a smile. "You must be one of them. Did you like it?"

"Oh yeah!" She said. "It was way more intense that when I do it myself." She said before turning bright red when she realized that she had just admitted to masturbating.

"Don't be embarrassed. I think that is sexy!" I said. "Will you show me how you do it to yourself sometime?"

"Scott, I want to do everything with you." She said with conviction.

"That's good. Now lay back, I'm not done with you yet."

I left her tits and began to kiss my way down her stomach toward my ultimate goal. She giggled again when I stuck my tongue in her belly button but the moaning started again as I neared her pussy. I made it to her pussy hair and saw that she had trimmed herself into a neat little landing strip. I ran the tip of my nose through her wispy blond hair. It was soft, like the fur of a mink coat, and so blond that it was almost white. When I got the apex of her sex I turned left and kissed my way down her long leg to her knee. Slowly I ran my tongue back up her leg, tracing a winding path along the inside of her thigh. I bypassed her pussy again and did the same to her right leg. By the time I made it back to the middle Elly was whimpering and thrusting her pussy toward my mouth. But, I wasn't done teasing her yet.

Pursing my lips, I blew little bursts of air across the bald lips of her vulva. Each puff of air made her twitch and squirm. It also made her lips begin to swell and I watched as her flower slowly opened, exposing her wrinkled inner lips. A drop of her womanly dew formed at the bottom of the opening crack. I couldn't resist, I reached out with my tongue and plucked it from her pink flower.

"Oh Scott, please quit teasing me!" Elly begged as I savored my first taste of my lover. I licked her gently again, causing her to open further. Elly whimpered in need but she wasn't ready yet. I licked around her outer lips and down around her taint, still avoiding penetrating past her plump vulva. I watched her over the crest of her pubic mound as I licked, waiting for the right time.

'Ah ha, there she goes!' I thought to myself. I watched as her hands travelled up her stomach to her breasts. Elly cupped her tits in her hands and when she pinched her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers I stuck my tongue deep into her pussy and dragged it upwards to her clit.

Elly went off like an atom bomb. Her earlier orgasm was nothing compared to the thrashing, back arching, screaming orgasm that gripped her now. I mashed my face to her pussy, sucked her clit into my mouth and hung on for dear life. I don't know how long she came, but every time she started to calm down, a swirl of my tongue around her swollen clit set her off again. Finally, after my lips had long ago gone numb and my arms were aching from trying to hold my head against her, she finally pushed at my head and begged me to stop.

Releasing her, I crawled up next to her and snuggled up close. We were both breathing hard so we just held each other until we calmed down.




A Peony for Your Thoughts



Elly looked over at me and smiled. "Is it always going to be like this?"

"I hope so."

"I'm not sure I can take it then." She said. "I thought you were going to kill me."

"Darlin,' I haven't even made love to you yet."

Her eyes got great big. "It's going to get even more intense?"

"Oh yeah." I said with a waggle of my eyebrows. She stuck an elbow in my ribs.

"Well, I'm going to have to recover first so I think it's your turn." She said. "Turn over stud muffin!"

I rolled over onto my back and Elly quickly straddled me. She leaned in and kissed me hard while grinding her crotch up and down the length of my cock. I could feel her wetness coating me as the friction began to open her flower up wide. At one point she stopped when my the tip of my cock was nestled in the opening of her cunt.

"Mmmmmm. I could take you right now!" She said. "I could just slam myself down into your thick cock and fuck you. Would you like that Baby?" 

"You know I would!" I managed to croak.

"I want that too, but not yet." She said. Elly began to kiss her way down my body, stopping to gently bite my nipples (which I loved!). Like I had done to her, she went right past my cock and spent several minutes kissing and licking my inner thighs. Then, pushing my legs up, she began to lick the base of my balls. I was in heaven as she gave my balls and nutsack a tongue bath. Elly also didn't forget my taint, and area that I find to be very sensitive. My cock was swollen to the bursting point when she finally began to slowly lick her way up the shaft to the head. When she got to the end she looked up at me and smiled.

"Did you like that sweetheart?" She asked as she gently rubbed my cock against her face. All I could do was nod.

"Hmmm. Good." She kissed my cock again. "How big are you?" She asked. "I've seen quite a few cocks on the Spice Channel and yours seems to be just as big."

"Eight and a half inches!" I managed to say.

"Ohhh. You are a big boy. I'm not sure if this big cock is going to fit in little old me." She said with a mischievous grin. My cock swelled even further but I had a question to ask.

"Elly, where did you learn to talk dirty?"

"I saw it on TV." She said. "And I read an article in Cosmo that said guys like it if you talk dirty. Am I doing it wrong?" She asked with a worried expression.

"No baby, you're doing it just perfect. But it's a little, um... advanced for your first time."

Eleanor raised her head and looked me square in the eyes. "I've done my research Scott, and now that I've had a little taste of what sex feels like I'm going to be the best lover you've ever had. I'm going to surprise you with my creativity. You'll never be wanting for sex again lover. Now lay back and let me show you what I've learned." She started to lower her head but then stopped and added, "Of course, don't hesitate to give me pointers. With a smile she lowered her head and swallowed half of my cock into her mouth.

I sighed in bliss as I felt her mouth swirl around the shaft of my penis. Slowly she withdrew my cock until it popped free. I felt her scrap my cock with her teeth and I jumped.

"Teeth." I muttered softly.

"I know, I felt it, sorry." She said before lowering herself onto me again. She was better this time, and the next and soon she was fucking me with her face. She managed to get almost six inches in her mouth before her gag reflex made her cough. She quickly pulled back and couched again to clear her throat.

"Damn, I wanted to deep throat you." She said, obviously disappointed. I reached down and stroked her blonde hair.

"Elly, you are doing way better that expected for your first time." I explained. "Deep throat is something you'll have to work on, and believe me I'll be a patient teacher.

She smacked my hip playfully and went back to sucking me. She really was doing an excellent job and I should know because Claire could have earned a PhD in blowjobs. It only took Elly a few minutes and I was ready to blow my load.

"I'm going to cum soon!" I warned her.

"I want to try and swallow it!" She said breathlessly from around my cock. She began to suck with renewed vigor. I felt my balls begin to contract.

"Here it comes!" I warned her again but this time she didn't stop and neither did I. The first spurt hit the back of her mouth hard and she coughed again. "Use your tongue to block the force of the squirt!" I said. She did and I finished in her mouth without her coughing or even losing a drop. I watched in amazement as she swirled my cum around in her mouth, savoring it and feeling its texture. With a smile, she opened her mouth and showed me my spunk coating her tongue before she swallowed my load down her throat.

"Some women say it tastes bad but I kind of like it!" Elly said as she flopped down on the bed next to me. "I am so going to enjoy doing that for you. Was it good for you? Did I do it right?"

"Elly, it was amazing!" I said.

"Was it the best you ever had?" She asked with the enthusiasm of a schoolgirl.

I decided not the lie to her but I also wanted to politic about how I praised her. "I was definitely, by far, the best first blowjob I have ever gotten." I said truthfully.

"How can I get better?" She asked excitedly. "I want to be the best!"

"Practice." I said.

"You just want more blowjobs." She said with a laugh.

"Sure I do, but the truth is the more blowjobs you give the better you'll be." I explained. "You'll learn where all of my most sensitive spots are, how to read my body language, how to make me cum quickly or how to prolong it. With practice you'll be able to play me like a fiddle."

"Like you just played my pussy with your mouth?" She asked.

"Yes, and better. I've got experience, but only a little bit with you. I'll get better too as I learn what you like and don't like."

"Sounds wonderful!" Elly said. "But right now, I think I'd like to get fucked!"

I took her head into me hands and leaned in and kissed her passionately. "I would love to do that but first I'm going to make love to you. I'm going to show how much I care for you and how much you mean to me." I said. "Later, when the time is right, we'll fuck. A no-holds barred, jack hammering into each other in a frenzy, fucking until we pass out sex-o-rama. But now I'm going to make your first time sweet, gentle and special."

"Sounds perfect!" She whispered.

"Get on top again." I said. "That way you can control how fast and how deep at first."

"It should be okay." Elly said, "My hymen is already broken. I did it when I was 16."

"Really, on purpose?" I asked.

"Yeah." She said turning red again.

"Don't be ashamed." I soothed. "You don't have to tell me you know."

"I'm not ashamed, really." She said. I could almost read the conflicting emotions on her beautiful face. "I broke my hymen with a carrot." She said. "A carrot that I bought from you."

"That's hot." I said. "I can imagine you as a teen, running one of my big carrots into your tight vagina. What were you thinking about when you did it?"

"I was thinking about you." She said. Her breath was getting husky again and I could tell from the gentle movement of the bed that she was fingering herself.

"Did it hurt?"

"Only for a second." She said.

"What did you do with the carrot when you were done?" I asked as I stroked my aching cock. The picture of her in my head using my vegetable to masturbate had me as hard as I had ever been before.

Elly blushed again but didn't stop talking, "I washed the blood off and ate it. I ate all the vegetables I used."

"Did you buy them all from me?"

She nodded her head.

"What else did you buy?" I asked.

"Lots of carrots and cucumbers, especially the seedless ones because they didn't have any of those sharp bumps on them. I also used a few straight-necked yellow squash because the bumps on them felt soooooo awesome." She said. 

"Damn!" I moaned. I took her hand and placed it on my cock. "Do you feel how hard you've made me?"

She straddled me again but this time she grabbed my cock and placed at her opening. I reached up and palmed her perfect melons as she began to settle herself onto me. God damn she was tight, but she slid smoothly onto me until two thirds of my cock was buried inside her. At that point a felt some resistance from her cervix.

"Your dick is so hot it feels like its burning me!" She said. "I've never had anything in me that felt so good!"

"You feel so good!" I said.

"I want all of you!" Elly declared.

"Don't hurt yourself." I said, remembering that Claire often had a hard time taking my entire length.

Elly began to rock back and forth, slowly trying to force me deeper into her cunt. She began to whimper and I was about to beg her to stop when I felt her cervix open up and I suddenly slid in to the hilt. She let out a gasp and then a sigh as she settled onto my stomach.

"I have you all now." She whispered to me. "Make love to me."

I obliged her. We made love slowly at first, rocking back and forth with my rod buried deeply inside of her. She pushed herself up on her arms and began to move more quickly, increasing the range of motion so that I was thrusting more deeply and with more cock on each thrust. I was soon thrusting into her, my cock almost popping out of her on each cycle. Her eyes were closed in bliss as she savored the feelings. I watched her as we moved, marveling at the turn of events that had brought her to me. 

Elly's breathing soon began to change and I watched as her upper chest and neck began to blush. She was getting close, and so was I, but I was resolved that she would come first. I picked up the pace and little and did my best to hit her G-spot on every thrust. Her mouth opening in a silent scream as her orgasm began. She wasn't quiet for long. As the intensity of her orgasm increased she began to scream and moan loud enough that I thought her neighbors would be able to hear her. He pussy clamped down on my cock and I felt myself begin to cum too.

"I'm gonna cum!" I yelled out as we thrashed around on the bed.

"In me!" Elly cried. "In on the pill! I want to feel you cum in me!"

With a roar I thrust hard into her one more time and them I came. My cock spewed my seed forth directly into her womb as I came. I was astonished that even though this was my second orgasm, it was even more intense that the first. I held her tight against me as my orgasm ran its course. We held each other for what seemed like an eternity as we waited for our rapidly beating hearts to slow down. I finally relaxed and we rolled over onto our sides. I kissed her again.

"I love you Elly." I said, looking deeply into her eyes.

"I love you too Scoot." She said. "But about this Elly nickname..."

"Yes?" I asked.

"I love it too!"

**********

I don't know what time we finally fell asleep, but it was well after two in the morning. We cuddled and talked for a long time before sleep took us both. Elly was concerned about her performance and I had to reassure her that she had done a fine job for her first time at sex.

"Really?" She asked. "Don't lie to me Scott. If I'm doing something wrong I need to know so I can get better."

"You were awesome!" I said. "Unbelievable for your first time. If I didn't really know you I would think you had been sexually active for years."

Elly's face lit up like, well, Christmas when I said that.

"I'm going to get better!" She said. "And there is so much to try!"

"Like what?" I asked intensely interested to find out what my young lover had learned about in her studies." Elly blushed again.

"Anal." She said sheepishly.

"That's all?" I prodded.

"No, there's more." She said. "Bondage and toys and..." Elly hesitated and I could see the conflict in her eyes.

"What?" I asked. "Elly you can tell me anything and I won't judge you."

"But it's kind of like cheating." She said.

"What is?" I asked gently.

"Doing it with a girl." She whispered. "The lesbian scenes made me horny. But if I do that I'll be cheating on you."

"Elly, its only cheating if you do it behind my back." I said. "I need to tell you something. Claire was bisexual. She had a couple of girl friends that she played with. Sometimes by herself, sometimes with me too."

"Really?"

"Yes. And I was totally fine with it. We did some swinging too and I would occasionally be attracted to another woman and Claire would let me fool around because I told her all about it. It brought us closer together, I think, and we never had the urge to run off with someone else because we felt we were missing out."

"Wow! That's interesting." Elly said. "Do you want to do that with me?"

"Only if you want to. I'll never push you into anything you don't want to do."

Elly kissed me passionately. "I'll have to think about all this but I think that we are going be perfect together. If we can talk anything is possible!" She said. Soon after that we fell asleep in each other's arms.

**********

I was awakened by two things. The pressure in my bladder and the lips sucking on the end of my morning hard on. I placed my hands on Elly's head to let her know I was awake and then I watched as my lover sucked me ever deeper into her throat. She went deeper this time before she had to back off, but I could tell she would have all of me soon. She looked up at me with her big blue eyes as she blew me and I looked back at her. Our eyes told each other of our love as she worked on me. It didn't take long before I was ready to blow.

"I'm ready." I said. She continued to suck me, working her tongue around the head of my cock. With a grunt I came and this time she didn't miss a single drop. She swallowed my gift and then crawled up and gave me a kiss on the mouth. I could taste myself on her as our tongues danced.

"Good morning baby!" She said when we parted. 

"Good morning is right." I replied. "That was a wonderful way to wake up!"

"I think you'd better get used to it." She said with a grin.

"Not if I get up first, then you'll be on the receiving end." I quipped back.

"It's a deal!" She said before kissing me again. We kissed for several minutes before my full bladder demanded that I get up.

"I gotta pee." I announced before disentangling myself from her.

She hopped out of bed and put on a robe. "I'll get the coffee started. Do you want breakfast before or after opening presents?"

I grabbed her and pulled her close. "How could there be more presents? I've already got the best present ever!"

"Talk like that will get you laid buster." She said with a laugh. "Now, about breakfast?"

"After."

**********

We never ate breakfast. We opened presents for over an hour, each one eliciting excited squeals and giggles from Elly and smiles or laughs from me. (She got me several gag gifts and I was pleased to find that her sense of humor was as weird as mine.) The last present said "To Eleanor and Scott from Santa".

"I wonder how he knew I would be here?" I mused with grin.

"Open it!" Elly said with almost uncontrollable excitement. I tore the wrapping paper and saw a box from 'Fredrick's of Hollywood'.

"Ooohhh! This bodes well!" I said as I took the top off the box. Inside was a black lace corset, matching panties, black stockings and garters. I held up the sheer panties and looked through them. "I not sure they are going to fit me!" That earned me a playful punch on the arm.

"They're for me, which makes them for you!" She said. "Do you want me to try them on?"

"You're still here why?" I asked shooing her toward the bedroom. "Of course I want to see them on you!"

She returned in a few moments and I was stunned. She had twisted her hair up into a bun and added a pair of black stiletto high heels to the outfit. The corset had a self bra and her tits were held up even higher than normal, her nipples sticking out hard and proud in the cool air of the living room. She assumed a pose right out of Charlie's Angels and I couldn't help but compare her to Farrah Fawcett, and Farrah lost by and large margin. Elly strutted toward me and I felt my cock grow rock hard as she walked.

"That is the kind of outfit that will get you well and truly fucked!" I said as she stopped in front of me.

"That's what I had in mind." She said. "Look, the panties are crotchless!" Elly spread her legs and proceeded to open the panties showing me her moist, pink depths. I pulled her toward me and stuck my tongue in her twat from my seat on the couch. "Oh Scott, that feels so good!"

"It tastes good too," I said as I stood up, "but I need to fuck you right now!" I positioned myself behind her and guided her down to the couch. I soon had her knees on the couch and her arms over the backrest. I pushed my sweats down and slid up behind her. The kneeling position put her at just the right height for a good hard doggy-style fuck. I ran the head of my cock up and down her juicy lips to lube it up before I slid it home. 

This time I had no trouble burying my length in Elly on the first stroke. She let out a grunt as I bottomed out. Her head whipped around and she looked at me with utter and consuming lust. "Fuck me hard Baby!" She moaned.

I grabbed her hips and proceeded to fuck her with long, hard strokes. She pushed herself back into me with each stroke, striving to drive my cock deeper into her cunt. She screamed out loud and had a mini-cum when I smacked her perfect, white ass. "Faster!" She screamed as I watched a perfect red handprint form on her ass. I sped up and alternated smacking first one ass cheek and then the other. Elly's screams got louder and louder. Not long after she yelled, "Oh God! I'm cumminnnggggg!"

Elly's movements became uncoordinated and as I struggled to keep hold of her the forceful clamping down of her cunt muscled nearly pushed me out of her vagina. I managed to hang on and continued to fuck her as she came, and came again, and again. As I felt her begin to relax my own release swept up to take me away too.

"I'm cumming!" I announced and she looked back at me.

"Cum on my tits!" She said. "I want to watch you cum!"

I pulled out and she spun around and sat on the edge of the couch. She watched my cock intently as I stroked myself to completion. With a groan the first spurt erupted from the head of my prick. My shot was high and it hit her on the cheek, leaving a trail of spunk across her face and into the hair next to her ear. I pushed my cock lower and the rest of my goo sprayed across her neck and breasts. I wiped the last drops of cum onto the ends of her nipples and then put my hand on her shoulder to steady myself. Elly used her finger to scrape cum off her face and into her mouth. She swallowed my seed then smiled up at me.

"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen!" She said as she ran her fingers through the sticky white mess on her tits. She slipped a hand between each breast and the corset and lifted her tits up to her mouth. Her pink tongue darted out and licked cum off each of her nipples. I felt a twinge in my softening cock as she did that (Clair's tits weren't big enough to do that so this was a first for me!).

"Fuck!" I whispered as she did that. Elly smiled and leaned in and sucked my cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, cleaning the remaining cum and pussy juice off of me.

With a pop, my cock slipped out her mouth. "There you go, all clean. Now, you need to get over to the farm and take care of the animals while I get a quick shower and start dinner. Besides, Aunt Martha will be here any time now and I don't really want to answer the door dressed like this."

"You look fine to me!" I said with a smirk. Elly grinned and pulled my sweat pants up for me.

"Get out of here mister, but be back as soon as you can." She said.

I kissed her long and lovingly then called for Max.

"Come on boy, let's go feed the zoo!" I called to him. He plodded out of the kitchen, his tail wagging in anticipation of a truck ride.




A Peony for Your Thoughts



"We'll be back soon!" I said. I blew her a kiss as I closed the door behind us.

**********

Feeding and watering the animals didn't take as long as finding the item Scott really came home for that Christmas day. He finally found it tucked away in the back of a dresser drawer in the master bedroom. Slipping it in his pocket, he called to Max and they headed back to Eleanor's. Martha had arrived by the time he returned and he knew as soon as he opened the door that Elly had spilled the beans to her aunt. Martha gave me a big kiss and a hug and was openly crying as she did it.

"Oh Scott, I'm so happy for both of you!" She gushed, trying to wipe her eyes. 

"Thanks Martha." I said as Elly slid between us to kiss me.

"Did you miss me?" I asked.

"You know I did!" Elly told me and kissed me again. "Now, go watch a bowl game while Aunt Martha and I get dinner ready."

I didn't need to be told twice, besides I had another gift to wrap.

Bert was the next to arrive. He pulled into the drive in his old Chevy truck. To my astonishment he was clean shaven and dressed in a suit. The old boy cleaned up pretty well. He was toting a 12 pack in one hand and bag in the other. I opened the door before he could knock and let him in. Elly and Martha came out of the kitchen to see who had arrived.

"Afternoon Scott, Eleanor." He drawled. "Thanks fer havin' me. I brung some beer and some wine. Didn't' know fer sure what kind a party we was havin'."

Elly gave him a kiss on the cheek and took both from him. "That was very thoughtful Bert. I'm sure that both of them will be appreciated."

Bert looked over at Martha and his whole demeanor changed before my eyes. I literally saw him stand up straighter.

"And who might this lovely lady be?" Bert said. I swear that his country drawl all but disappeared.

"This is my Aunt Martha." Elly said. "Aunt Martha, this is our friend Bert. He runs the Farmer's Market."

"I'm pleased to meet you Bert." Martha said with a shy little smile. Bert walked up to her and took her hand in both of his. In a move reminiscent of a Hollywood leading man of old, her brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it.

"Martha, the pleasure is all mine." Bert said, still holding her hand. "May I get you a drink? Some wine perhaps?" I swear to God, Martha blushed like a schoolgirl.

"A glass of wine would be lovely." Martha said, still blushing. Bert took the paper bag back from Elly. Taking Martha's arm he led he toward the kitchen. "I brought a nice dry Chardonnay and a fruity little Pinot Noir. What sounds good to you Martha?"

"The pinot sounds delicious Bert." Martha said as they disappeared into the kitchen. I looked at Elly and she at me.

"What was that?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," Elly said, "but I have a feeling I may have to get back in there and chaperone those two."

Further comments were interrupted by a knock at the door which turned out to be Marty and Susan, the remaining couple coming for dinner. The girls kissed each other on the cheeks while Marty and I shook hands then they switched and I was suddenly getting a hug from Susan. Susan was a fiery redhead that I had known since college. In fact, I had long harbored a crush on her, even after I introduced her to my college roommate Marty and they fell in love. Maybe it was because of Elly's interest in me that I now had a heightened sexual awareness because I was sure felt Susan's nipples get hard when she hugged me.

Slightly flustered, I released Susan and turned to her husband. "Want a beer?"

"Yeah man." Marty replied. "And can we catch the second half of the A&M game?"

"It's already on." I replied. I hurried to the kitchen to grab a beer to find Martha and Bert decorating sugar cookies. He was telling her something and she was giggling. I rolled my eyes as I grabbed a couple of brews.

"Marty's here." I announced for Bert's benefit. "We're going to watch the rest of the A&M game."

"Ok Scott." Bert replied, never taking his eyes off Martha.

I returned to the living room and handed Marty a beer.

"Where's Bert?" He asked after taking a long pull off his beer. "Isn't that his truck outside?"

"Yeah, that's his. He's in the kitchen decorating cookies with Martha and acting like a lovesick teen." I said with a grin.

"Hoorah, that's the spirit!" Marty said, raising his bottle. I tried to stop him but it was too late. "Here's to Bert and getting some Christmas 'tang!" As the last word left his mouth Elly, who had walked up behind him, hit him square upside the back of his head. Smack!

"Excuse me, but that's my aunt you're talking about." Elly said, but as she said it she winked at me. "You should have said 'Here's to Martha and getting a nice Yule log for Christmas!'" Marty nearly choked on his beer as Elly headed for the kitchen. After Marty got his act together he whispered to me, "More like a mule log. I saw old Bert changing clothes on a hunting trip once. That old man is hung like a Clydesdale!"

"No shit!" I said. "Martha could be in for a surprise."

Marty and I watched the game, rooting for A&M and happy that they managed to pull out a win with time running out in regulation. We were just beginning to debate about which game to switch too when we were called to dinner.

Elly and Martha, with a bit of help from Susan and Bert, had managed to cook a magnificent meal. We ate ham and turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes and rice casserole. Desert was fresh baked pecan pie with French vanilla ice cream. We were sipping coffee and talking when I felt the moment was right. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small wrapped gift.

In a loud voice to get everyone's attention I announced, "There seems to be one more present to unwrap." I turned to Elly. "Merry Christmas Sweetheart." I handed it to her.

She looked at it for a second before ripping off the paper. As she unwrapped it I reached back into my pocket and grabbed the other thing that was there. Removing the paper revealed an old ring box. She opened the box and inside was...a folded piece of paper.

She held it up with a confused look.

"Read it." I said. "Out loud for everyone to hear." Elly unfolded it and began to read.

"My dearest Eleanor, The last 6 months have been an awakening for me. I was able to realize that I could put the past behind me and live again. I also found my reason for living and that is you Eleanor. So I'm asking you, here in front of our friends and family, if you will be my wife. Will you marry me Eleanor?" Elly read. She stopped, the note trembling in her hands, her mouth open in shock. I moved my seat aside and knelt beside her chair on the floor. I held up my Mother's wedding ring to her and looked her straight in the eye...

"Will you marry me?" I asked. Before I knew it she had me in a bear hug and was saying, "Yes, yes, yes..." over and over again. I stood up and we kissed while our friends clapped and shouted. I managed to slip the ring over her finger and we kissed again. Then the girls pounced on her and I was left standing there with Bert and Marty and the women folk laughed and cried and began planning expensive things.

Bert clapped me on the shoulder and raised his coffee in a toast. Marty, ever the lawyer, had to get a word in.

"Scott, you make me jealous. Claire was a rare find and fine woman, but Elly is a treasure. You humble me old friend." I watched my future wife as she talked to her friends across the room and I smiled. I was truly blessed. Again.

**********

That was two years ago. How time flies.

Let me catch you up before I end this tale. Bert, that old fox, took fair Martha home with him that night, which was fine by Elly and me because we had some serious celebration sex to attend to. Martha walked funny for a few days, I guess Marty's estimation of Bert's love tackle was correct. Martha adjusted, so it seems, and they are now living together in Elly's house.

Elly and I were married in the spring at the farmers market. She decided to keep the flower business and she hired Bert and Martha to run it day to day for her. She moved in with me and as a wedding gift bought us an additional 40 acre parcel adjacent to the farm so we could expand, and she put the down payment on two large greenhouses for our farm. That took pretty much all of the rest of her inheritance, except for the house which she rented dirt cheap to Martha and Bert.

The expansion allowed me to start growing for the restaurant market and we are turning some very nice profits, especially in winter when we can provide fresh local produce grown in the greenhouses. The flower business is booming and Elly is thinking about adding two more greenhouses for flowers.

As for us, we are great. Elly has been true to her word and she has become every erotic fantasy that I could possibly imagine. She is a willing and more than able partner and we have explored every facet of loving a couple can try. Tonight, actually, we are going to go to the next step. It turns out that Susan has had a crush on me too, and Marty has quite a thing for Elly. Well, during a party in which we all drank a few too many these things were revealed... Anyway, they are coming over tonight for dinner, and wife swapping. I'll have to get back to you and let you know how that turns out!