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The Little Minx That Killed Me

By: 1965Squash



I sat in the recliner waiting for the air conditioner to cool the room as I assured my niece that I would be okay until the home health aide arrived. 

"Are you sure?" she asked. "Do you need to use the bathroom?" she inquired uneasily. 

"And what," I looked incredulously at her, "ask you for help?" 

Both of my hands were in casts that ended about two inches below my elbows and at the tips of my fingers. 

"Thanks . . . but, no," I continued, "that would be the furthest thing from possible." 

"Well, I had to ask, and thank God you said no!' she laughed as she leaned over and hugged my head. "I'll stop by every now and then to check on ya." 

"Not necessary, I'll be fine." 

With that she smiled, turned and hesitated before heading out in the glaring August sun and the oppressive humidity that blurred the day with a dense blue haze. 

I was relieved to be back home, but worried about whether or not I'd have a job when I returned to the mill. While engineers were in short supply in our city, my company, as I had seen in the past was not one to wait on the needs of its workers. I was lost in thought when a knock on the door snapped me back into the chair and the room. 

Thinking it was the health aide I shouted, "It's unlocked, please let yourself in." 

I swiveled the recliner around and was surprised to see the young daydream that had been the cause of my situation. 

"Oh, um, hello," I stammered as I tried to avoid eye contact. "What, um, I mean how are you Emma?" Emma I thought, I loved the name. 

She tried to keep a serious face but I knew she was aware of my unease as she slightly giggled, and then said, "I was just checking on you. I feel so bad for what happened. I know you said it wasn't my fault, but -" 

"Oh, no. Stop right there young lady. I told you as we waited for the ambulance that I should not have been on the roof. I should have let the satellite company fix the problem with the dish," I explained again hoping to ease her conscience. 

"I know, but, it's just, well," she looked away, "you fell, because I was, well, you know sunbat -" 

Oh God she was aware I had been ogling her. She must think I am some old pervert, which I am, and for God's sake how could I not be. This beautiful little minx was simply a small piece of heaven here on earth. She had dark brown hair, nearly black, silky, and down to her waist and almost always in a top knotted ponytail. Her skin, was seemingly flawless and had a light slightly olive complexion. Barely reaching five foot nothing her slim body, pert breasts and small beautiful heart shaped ass screamed for attention. What is more, is that in the three times I had talked to her since I moved in a month ago I could not help but notice her intelligence, and her compassion for others in her volunteer work. Had I been ten years younger I would have fallen in love . . . in fact I had.

"I, um, I am sorry about that," I said as I awkwardly cut her off. I looked at her and said, "I assure you I will not do so again. It was improper, and you seem too nice a person to be treated so." 

She giggled again this time audibly and said, "Oh jeeze, you're a guy, DUH! thats what guys do." She smiled as she said this but I also thought I saw evidence of blushing. 

I shifted that thought quickly out of my mind and tried to change the conversation, "So have you decided on which college you are going to? I know you enrolled at two, Drake and the U of I right?" She had enrolled at both, having received full rides to both, Iowa for its Creative Writing Program, and Drake for a B.A. and their Law Program. However, she had not yet told one that the other would be her choice. 

"I don't know, I was still trying to find the reason I should choose one or the other." 

I was about to answer when her phone kicked in and started playing "Uptown Funk." She looked at me, then down to her phone as she said, "Sorry."

"Hello?' she asked as her eyes rolled, "Yes Ma, I know I have to be at the Church in fifteen, yes, I know they need the help for the food pantry in the morning, Yes I already signed up, Mom, I am ahead of you as usual. I am just about to leave Mr. Flint's. Yes," again her eyes rolled. She looked at me helpless from the onslaught of her mother's concern. "Mom, Mom, jeeze Mom, Okay I'll be right there." She hung up, sighed heavily (I was mesmerised as her diminutive chest rose and fell Straining her now noticeably tight shirt.) She looked plaintively at me and excused herself and left abruptly. 

Well. 

I sat speechless for a few silent moments and then noticed my penis had started to deflate. I laughed uneasily. I had not been aware I had gotten an erection. I had been so lost in the moment. Oh god I thought. I hope she had not seen that. I can not imagine how I could apologize for that. 

Another knock on the door. This time it was the home service, and thankfully it was a nice matronly woman with whom I felt immediately at ease with. 

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

Three days later Monday had arrived, and Ellen had just left after having made me lunch and dinner and put them in the fridge for later so that I could nuke them and have a nice real meal. She refused to let me eat the TV dinners I had had my niece buy for me before she picked me up at the hospital and brought me home.

I was trying to reread Tolkien's Lord of the Rings. I had read it some twenty years earlier in my teens and had wondered for some time if there was more I would understand or discern as an adult. Sadly I never had time to do that. However, time was now in great supply, but the pages, hard to turn, were slowly slicing and dicing the exposed tips of my fingers causing the edges of some pages to acquire coloring not intended when it was printed. 

I couldn't wait until my niece dropped of my laptop after she got off work and picked it up from a fellow engineer I worked with. 

I must have dozed off, as I woke to a quiet knock on the door. 

"Come on it, it is unlocked."

I swiveled around in the recliner again to see Emma. Emma, dear God, thank you, and why, why do you torture me so!

She had her head tilted sideways looking at me with a sly smile upturned inquisitively as I gawked, transfixed and speechless as what stood before me had so completely consumed for any other thoughts occupy my mind. 

Again there was a sexy little giggle followed by "Mr. Flint. Hello, Mr. Flint?' now she was laughing. 

"I uh, sorry," I was quickly turning a shade of red as I began incoherently apologizing. "Emm - I mean, well, uh, oh jeeze, aw hell AGAIN I am so damn sorry." I was pleading, imploring her to forgive me. 

As I stammered out the sentence she shifted her stance and propped her right hand on her now enticingly angled hip. And again I became prey to her feminine wiles. I could not help but notice she had a thin white T-shirt with the words "Oh, yeah? Try me!" glowing brightly in a neon pink air brushed script. It was also extremely short leaving her taught tummy exposed with a hint of bra and the undersides of her pert breasts. She was wearing low cut Daisy Duke jeans that I hoped exposed a piece of her heavenly ass. Her legs had a wonderful sheen that shimmered from the summer heat all the way to her toes which had pink toe nail polish and matched pink rubber sandals. 

"Oh my, have I done too much?"

"Um, pardon me?" 

I agonizingly pulled myself from my daze and looked up meeting her eyes. 

"Have I done too much? Don't you like the look?" she inquired. 

I thought for a moment trying to decide the right course of reply. "Oh of course, you look as youthful and a lovely as ever." 

"But, that is not what I was going for," she sighed as she looked away. 

"Emma? What do you mean?" 

She continued to look at the floor, "Well," she began, "Last time I was here I noticed . . . I noticed you had an erection and I hoped it was because of me." She was breathing fast as she finished. 

Oh shit, "I did, but I hoped that you had not seen it." 

"But," she said looking up, "was it because of me?"

"Yes," I admitted.

She paused then shifted to a new pose, "And does this make you . . . hard?"

I tried to swallow, "Yes," I replied still looking into her eyes, "but it shouldn't." 

"Why?" she said as her smiled became a questioning frown. 

"Because you are still underage." 

Suddenly she laughed, "NO! I turned eighteen the weekend before you came home from the hospital. It was the day you had the surgery to repair your wrists and your fingers." She looked at me with a huge sheepish grin as she waited for me to realize what she was leading me to. 

"But you are heading off to college. You have so much more in store for you, And its . . . wrong," I said trying to convince myself.

"You're so darn silly. I thought you were smart." 

"I try, but that is not the point." 

"No," she said the smile now turning devilish, "the point is right there straining to be free." She was now pointing at my penis that had been thinking on its own and saw nothing wrong with what she was wearing, how she was standing, and with what she obviously wanted! 

"Em -" 

"Oh shut the hell up," she demanded as she quickly closed the distance between us and grabbed the edge of my sweatpants and began pulling them down. 

Instinctively I lifted my hips still unaware that I was giving over to this little minx, this little minx that would get me killed (her father, a County Sheriff stood 6'5" and was built like a brick shithouse - called her his little princess and joked about killing any guy that messed with her.) And yet I leaned back as she pulled my pants from around my ankles and left my socks on. My Penis was now poking its head above the elastic band of my plain white briefs. 

"Oh my!" she exclaimed as she saw the plumb sized helmet protruding from my underwear. "Is that for me?" she asked as she leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips and whispered into my ear, "I need to do this. I have wanted to do this EVER since you first talked with me." 

She pulled the briefs down and again I lifted my hips and then it popped free. I heard a quick, deep intake of breath. I was not the most physically fit man anyone ever met, but I was fat by no means and working in the aluminum mill with all of its heat melted most of what I gained from cheap cafeteria food. But my nearly eight inch Red Bull thick cock was the one thing I kept in shape, not because I was a playboy, but because my job was my life, and Momma thumb and her four daughters were its friends.

She slowly reached out and touched the head. The determined hot for cock vixen had now become timid, unsure, and breathing short and rapidly. 

"Emma, its okay, slow down and breathe, you are going to make yourself pass out." I smiled, "and we don't want that right?" 

She looked up at me and then down to my cock. Slowly she took it in her hand and began to slowly pump up and down paying attention to the ridges created by veins and the length long ridge on the underside. "Soft," she cooed, "and hard." 

"Emma, it has been awhile, I apologize if, well, if I come too soon. I have condoms upstairs in the nightstand next to my bed. if you would be so kind to - " 

She abruptly cut me off, "Have you been with sluts? Whores?" she was now squeezing my cock hard. 

"No, it's just that I want you to have protection. I don't want -"

She laughed again and let her grip loosen, "I don't need protection I went on the pill three months ago so I'd be ready for college. I didn't need it in High School. No one was up to my standards," she paused, looking hard into my eyes, "Do I need to worry about you giving me anything?" Her grip tightened again.

"No, my last girlfriend, or rather my ex-fiance was a long time ago in college. There has been no one since." 

With that she quickly dropped to my cock and engulfed it with her mouth. Suddenly I was in heaven. Her mouth and the suction from her tongue as it swirled expertly from head to base made me grip the arms of the recliner. Then she sucked in one, then both balls and slowly bit down on them and released when I whimpered. She sucked harder and then let them pop from her mouth. I was lost. Everything was drifting in and out of focus, I thought I was about to lose my load until she stopped and began to move towards my chest. 

Her thumbs hooked the bottom of my T-shirt and she began pulling it slowly upwards, kissing my stomach and making me laugh as she tickled it every now and then. The trip northwards was excruciatingly slow, deliberate, and sexy as hell. I know I had never been this hard in my life, so turned on, so helpless to the ministrations of another. I had surrendered without a fight. 

I lifted my arms and she pulled the shirt over my head. Then she placed her hands on my chest. While looking me in the eye she gripped both nipples and quickly, harshly, twisted them. I exploded shooting my cum all over her exposed taught, and beautiful tummy. 

"NO!" I screamed, 

She looked down laughed and wiped some up with her left index finger and sucked the cum from her finger. With her other hand she wiped it around and in to her skin. She looked at me smiled, then exposed her right breast. She lowered her shirt, and said "Goodnight Mr. Flint. And thanx for the lotion!" 

Before I could say anything, she had skipped across the room and out the door and in the process left it wide open. My God, had that really just happened? I was at a loss for words as I slowly got up from the recliner and snuck to the front door then closed it. 

Oh shit! My niece would be stopping by! I rushed to get dressed. 

I am not sure how long I sat in silence trying to decide just what or what not to do. 

Finally my niece showed with my computer.

The Little Minx That Killed Me Ch. 02



I was in anguish over the next two days. Thoughts of a paradise that could be with this minx filled every waking thought, and when asleep I pulled her with me to my bed and explored her body, and her soul ever so sweetly, carefully, and with a passion I could not dare bring into the light of day. I woke each day crying because she was not beside me. No, a life with such a young sweet thing could not be possible. For her there was simply too much to live for and experience to stay here in this small corn fed town on the outskirts of nowhere. Too much to give up on an older man set in his ways, and stuck in his routines. 

Yet . . . the single though of her would not allow me to lose the ever present smile I had the last two days. But it was her hips and perfect little ass that would not allow me to think of anything else to weaken the spell she had cast over me. 

I tried to make myself think of other things. I awkwardly turned on my laptop and fumbled with the wireless mouse to turn it on. My e-mail account was filling rapidly with messages from the office, mostly little problems they felt I could solve from here. There were a few messages from the ladies in the front office and they were all from those who were single and very receptive to coming over to help with ANYTHING I needed. But I had Ellen and didn't need anything other than . . . Emma. Without being able to stop, there she was again kneeling before me swirling her tongue so deftly around and . . . "AGHHHH!" I screamed aloud.

"Mr Flint? Are you Okay?" came Ellen's voice from the kitchen. 

Oh, hell I thought, I forgot she was still here.

"No Ellen, I mean yes I am okay." I said in frustration, "It's just trying to do things with these damn casts on," I added.

"Is there anything i can help with?" she asked as she entered the living room. 

I sighed, "No, nothing at the moment."

"Ellen?"

"Yes?" she stopped her return to the kitchen. 

"Have I thanked you for all you have done for me?" I asked. 

"OH, yes Mr Flint, too many times in fact. This is my job remember?" She smiled and as usual it warmed my heart as if the words had been said by my Mother. 

I laughed, "Well thank you again." 

Ellen smiled and returned to the kitchen. 

I heard a car door slam shut and I realized that Emma's parents Suburban was being packed and from the looks of it close to being ready for its destination. I wondered quietly where Emma had decided to go, and when if ever I would see her again. I tried to push that thought from my mind and turned my attention back to the computer. 

A few moments later I heard more doors close and then watched as the suburban backed carefully out into the road and then move forward as it turned and crept slowly away. My chest hurt. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to make them hurt. Hurt enough to think of that pain. That pain was acceptable, the one squeezing my chest was not. It was ridiculous, insane, and based on fantasies. I was losing it. 

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

I was in a dark funk over the next week or two. I wasn't really sure how long. I kept up on my work and Ellen took me to my appointments and made sure I had what I needed, but I didn't. I had an absurd hole in my life. A hole that did not exist, could not exist. Still I felt as if there was nothing to look forward to. No reason to live, thus no reason to breathe, and no reason to . . . 

I fell asleep later in my bed and stayed there the rest of the week. Ellen tried but she could not get me to leave the room except to use the bathroom. She tried to get me to talk. She reassured me that the casts would only be another week or two at the most, then everything would be okay. I'd be back to work and back to my regular self. She knew I needed to talk, but how could I talk to her? How could I explain why I was acting so when I did not understand it myself? How could I ever hope to remain sane as I tried to explain to her that this was all because of an eighteen year old girl whom all she ever did was talk to me a couple of times and give me the best Blow Job EVER? 

HOW? 

Ellen left for the weekend late Friday afternoon after having made sure I had what I needed. She had thought of everything as usual. We said goodbyes, and I promptly rolled over and went back to sleep. 

I heard a noise a few hours later and ignored it. But not long after that I heard movement outside my bedroom window. . 

The window started to open and the curtains moved with the warm breeze now invading my cool room. I was now out of bed and had set the lamp on the floor. As I raised my arm to strike a head with my cast I heard a giggle, then a woman's voice exclaim, "Shit, I hope he's home." 

I reached down to flick on the light and remembered I couldn't. I quickly walked to the doorway and turned on the bedroom lights right as Emma tumbled into the room nearly pulling the curtains to the floor with her. 

"Emma! What the HELL?" 

She looked up at me from her back, eyes a little glassy and obviously drunk. She smiled and said, "Surprise!" and then devolved into a loud fit of laughing. 

Oh, jeeze. I awkwardly helped her to her feet. As i did so I noticed my hands were on her breasts, but alas my hands were still surrounded by a lifeless, no feeling cast. Just my luck. I sat her on my bed and she leaned back as she stroked the soft cotton sheets. 

Looking up at me she tried to smile seductively and as she was about to speak she brought a hand to her mouth. I quickly shot a cast armored hand under her arm a guided her as fast as I could without pushing her face first into the tan carpet. We made it to the bathroom in time for me to lean her forward and move her hair out of the way. A dark neon green stream spewed forth as she emulated Linda Blair in the Exorcist. I let her slowly slide down the wall to the floor and made sure she was aimed towards the toilet. 

I left to go get her a large glass of water from the kitchen and grabbed a towel, wash cloth, and a new toothbrush from the closet. As I feared when I reentered the bathroom she had gotten some of the vomit on her clothes, but fortunately not on the floor. 

I sat next to her holding her softly in my arms until I was sure she was done. I brushed her bangs off her face and looked into her eyes. Can you understand what I am saying," I asked her. 

She looked at me for a moment, then replied, "Duh." 

"Okay, I am going to help you to your feet, I brought a glass of water, a toothbrush and a towel. I am going to go to my room while you take some toothpaste from the cabinet and brush your teeth," as I handed her the toothbrush. "When you are done with that remove your clothes and leave them in pile and when you are in the shower I'll get them and put them in the washer. I'll get you a long shirt to wear, and make you a bed on the couch and don't forget to drink as much of the water as you can without making yourself sick again. Okay?" 

She nodded and began to undress. 

I turned and left the bathroom in a hurry. I wanted to stay and watch, to lead her to the shower and to ravage the beauty, though disheveled, that stood before me. I couldn't, simply couldn't. I thought so much of her, TOO much in fact, and besides I was no rapist. 

I heard the shower start and the curtain pulled into place. I cautiously opened the door collected her clothes and before putting them in on a delicate wash cycle made sure there was nothing in them that would be damaged. I gathered a shirt from my drawer (not sure I had intended to grab a well worn long white T) and a robe. I placed them on the bathroom counter and slowly shut the door leaving a small gap so I could hear if something happened. I then went about making her bed on the couch and ensuring the drapes were closed. I left a couch side lamp on low for her and headed back to bed. 

A while later I heard the shower turn off and the curtains open. Not long after that I felt her lift the covers and slide in. As she snuggled up behind me I said, "Emma, you should really sleep on the couch for the night. You don't want to do something you -"

"Shhhh," she whispered in my ear, "and sleep." 

I acquiesced and closed my eyes. 

But sleep did not come easily. Too many ifs, buts, whys and hows flooded my mind. The feel of her naked legs slowly rubbing on mine, the feel of her breasts firm against my back, her essence breathing into mine, again I screamed in anguish. This time it was quiet, yet the energy I released still caused her to stir and her breasts to slide against my back as she readjusted in her sleep. "Dear God," I prayed, "Let me get through this night." 

He answered and sometime later as light was entering through the back windows I woke, tired, but alive. Alive with energy. 

I went to the kitchen and made her a glass of orange juice from the picture and grabbed the fruit bowl covered in saran wrap and headed to the bedroom. I set the bowl and glass down on the night table and headed to go put her clothes in the dryer. I needed to wake her and get her clothed and home before her parents knew she was missing. Once back in the bedroom I stood for a moment just watching her beautiful face, no make up, no mask we all wear when dealing with the world. No this was innocence, this was the real Emma, peaceful, and beautiful beyond comparison. 

"Emma," I nudged her and again, "Emma." I paused then kissed her on the forehead. An eye opened. 

She looked at me with one eye opened and slyly said, "You missed." 

I looked at her confused. 

"My lips, silly. You missed my lips!" 

"I wanted to wake you and I, well, I just didn't want to assume anything." 

She sat up and looked incredulously at me, "Seriously, I mean Seriously?" 

"Well, yeah," I stammered. 

She rolled her eyes and looked to the ceiling before reconnecting with mine, "I am in your bed, wearing your shirt, snuck into your room," as she hit me on my arm before continuing, "and I ignored your damn couch, and YOU didn't want to assume?" 

"Well, we never talked after . . . well, you know. And you left for college without saying anything, so I never thought you were really interested in anything more." I blurted out.

"Sorry," she sighed. "Look," she continued, "I had to make up my mind then my parents were underfoot every moment until they dropped me off. I never got your number, you're not listed, What could I do? My car was here. I was stuck."

"Oh," I said looking into her eyes. "Well, eat up and get dressed and then get home before you are in trouble." 

"Why would I be in trouble?" 

You're in a man's home, in his bed, and then leaving after being out late doing the walk of shame." 

"Hmmm, I guess you would be right, if . . . " she left it to hang in the air teasing and taunting me. 

"If . . . " 

"Well, for one, if they knew I was home," she said looking around and rolling back under the sheets. "If they knew I got a ride back into town from a guy who wasn't drunk after a frat party."

"Emma?" 

"If they knew my clothes were in my backpack with my books and computer outside your bedroom window. If they knew why I snuck home and what," as she reached out and grabbed the top of my sweats, "and what I was I going to do to that beautiful cock of yours! Then yes, I'd definitely be in trouble," and then there was that damn adorable giggle. 

I reached out and touched the side of her face oddly feeling none of what I had the previous weeks. As I tucked some of her hair behind her ear and slowly began to pull her close I heard banging on the front door. It was loud, rhythmic, and authoritative. "Oh shit," we said in unison. 

I went to get up and answer the door to whatever fate awaited me, but Emma grabbed my arm and said, "Let me go first." And with that she sprung to life and jumped off the bed, her feet pushing her rapidly forward before I could move. I hurried behind and came around the corner into the living room as she lept over the back of the couch and landed on the sofa and with one fell swoop of the blanket disappeared under it. I raced to the door, straightened my shirt, and timidly opened it. As I did her father grabbed me by the collar and pushed me violently backward into my home. He brought his right arm up exposing a massive fist tightly clenched and beginning to descend. I heard a yell, "DAD!" 

When I next moved it was to grab my left eye which hurt like hell. The room was filled with county officers and a state trooper. My heart raced as I tried to prop myself on my elbows and my head raced wondering if I was going to jail and what for. 

"Mr. Flint?" a tall county officer asked moving towards me. "We're glad you've come around, we were about to send for an ambulance. Do you feel you need one Sir?" 

I was lost, trying to figure out what was happening and noticed Emma's Father sitting on the recliner with cuffs on behind him. 

I looked up to the officer, "Uh, no thank you. What happened?" I asked dumbly, some in part, and the rest because after the massive fist rose into the air I had no Idea.

"Well," the officer sighed, "It seems that Mr. Powell, the young lady's Father saw her backpack with the contents spilled on your front yard he hastily put two and two together and came up with you and her you know . . . " he trailed off, then resumed, "But it seems Emma, his daughter, um, well, told him what happened. That you brought her in helped her clean up, allowed her to shower while you cleaned her clothes and then you gave her something to wear and a place to sleep it off to make telling her father easier on her in a sober state." The officer looked at me sideways with a smirk on his face, "Is THAT correct Mr. Flint?" 

I know I didn't like the look on his face or his insinuation. I rose to my feet quickly making the space between us unreasonably close. He took a step back and I said, "Yes that is exactly what happened. Her clothes," as I looked over to Emma still in my long shirt, "are in the dryer." 

I turned back to glare at the officer and said, "Let me go get them to show you." As I walked away I added, "you Ass."

I came back into the living room with Emma's cleaned clothes that were still warm as there was still the need to finish drying and handed them to her. "Here you go Emma, sorry I did not have the proper time to fold them for you," as I glanced at the watch on her Father's wrist.

He looked up and with sincerity apologized for the punch, and for thinking the worst of me. 

I extended my right hand, shit cuffs. I turned and asked, "Officer are these handcuffs necessary?" 

"Well, Sir, it is up to you. If you choose not to press charges I will remove the handcuffs." 

"Why would I press charges? Its early in the morning, a man was worried about his daughter and I would have punched first and asked questions later myself." 

He huffed his disinterest in the situation now and then walked over and freed Emma's Father. Before he left he leaned in and quietly said to me, "He has a temper, and do not let the innocent act get you killed."

A shiver went down my spine and I hoped Emma's Father did not notice. Innocent act. What was he implying? I turned to look back at Emma's Father.

He rose slowly and extended his large hand, "John, can you ever forgive me?" 

I smiled, "Yes, of course, no harm done," and at that moment I flinched. "Well almost none," I added as I felt my eye socket. I then laughed trying to put him and myself at ease. 

"Well, we are going to grill this evening, I'd like you to come over as a thank you for what you have done for our baby girl, and as a further apology." 

Emma was now beaming ear to ear and I could not summon up the courage to say no. 

"Can Emma use your bathroom to get cleaned up? I'd really hate to have her walk next door like that." 

I said "Sure," then asked ":what time should I be by this evening?" 

"Around four," then he turned, "Emma, I'm heading home. Thank Mr. Flint and head home." 

"Will do Dad!" her yell came from the bathroom. 

He left and it was then I noticed all the other officers had gone as well. I sat on the couch already exhausted from the day and wondered how in the hell I was going to handle this afternoon. 

Emma snuck up on me and sat in my lap. She cooed into my ear, "Thank you, and i'll make sure your day is not ruined," and as she finished she kissed me lightly then passionately, our tongues dancing wildly, frantically, as we struggled to pull as much as we could from this quick moment together. We broke off our kiss in unison, both nearly clawing for air. I was hot and bothered and as hard as a telephone pole. Emma saw this and reached down and squeezed my cock hard as she looked in my eyes. "This better get no attention today other than mine!" she hissed, "Understand?" 

"Yes my Dear." 

And again she popped to her feet and skipped out the door. 

"No other attention today?" I thought. She is trying to get me killed. She may have convinced her Father that nothing had happened, but that was only because he had seen her backpack which she drunkenly left on the front lawn instead of under my window in the bushes like she thought. I considered my situation and knew I HAD to show this afternoon. I had to go, otherwise Emma would come to get me and who knows what would happen then? Its apparent her Father though a keeper and protector of the law was willing to set that all aside to protect his daughter. What more was he willing or unable to prevent himself from doing if he knew that she has not only sucked my cock but had plans do more than that? 

I sighed, knowing I could not move before four pm. I laid back on the couch and tried to decide if I was merely a man caught in a fit of lust, or one that was simply insane from lust and thus worthy of his punishment or was it . . .



The Little Minx That Killed Me Ch. 03



I woke from a short nap around 2:30pm stretched and slowly eased myself out of bed. I Grabbed a nice polo shirt, a pair of khaki shorts, a nice belt, ankle socks, and some tighty whities. The hot shower felt good and I relaxed on the built in corner seat and let the warmth roll over me and cascade down my body. I held my face in stream of water letting it message my face. On the whole I felt better than this morning and my eye socket no longer hurt. I turned off the shower and opened the curtains and got out and quickly dried off and got dressed. I stuck the end of a comb down in my cast and roughly combed my hair. If only ellen was here to do this for me.

Looking ragged rather rugged I thought, "Well it will just have to do." 

With that said I closed the bathroom door and headed to the kitchen to find one of the bottles of wine I had been given only a month or so before as a housewarming gift. I awkwardly tucked it under my right arm and headed for the door. As I reached out to open it the doorbell sounded. 

It opened suddenly and I had to step back to avoid it hitting me in the face. 

"Hello! Where are -" Emma stopped inches from me. Her breath hot on my chest. I could feel it penetrate my shirt and caress my chest. Her hand came up to touch me where her breath was slowly taking my soul. She pushed me backwards and I stumbled a bit before I caught my balance and pulled her to me my arms encircling her waist and pulling her up and to me. My lips met hers and we met each other passionately, wantonly, and with such a magnetic force we almost melted there in front of the door and forgot about the grill out. Our eyes met and we stopped together. 

She looked quickly over her shoulder and realized she had not pushed me far enough into the room. She peaked around the door and looked outside. She quickly scanned the neighbors and thankfully no one was out in their yard.

"Come on," she said breathlessly. With that she tucked her arm under mine and walked me out and over to her house. 

I abruptly yanked her arm and stopped her, "Are you mad?" I quietly yelled. "Are you intentionally trying to get me killed?" 

And then there it was that lovely spell binding giggle, "No silly," she laughed. "You are the guest of honor, and I am happily escorting you to my house to spend the afternoon with my Father and Mother," she stated as a matter of fact. "Now lets get going," as she resumed control of my arm and tugged me along half behind her. I caught up as we rounded the back corner of her yard and she stopped to ceremoniously announce my arrival. 

"My knight in shining armor has arrived," she curtsied and motioned towards me, "Father, I introduce your champion Sir Lancelot!" She turned and gave me a seductively evil grin. 

"Oh my, I told you, you'd have been better off in the Drama dept., than in their Creative Writing Program at the U." he laughed as he turned back to the grill to flip a steak. "Come on over and have beer," he said to me as he waved his large stainless steel spatula like a King's staff.

I looked to Emma, "Behave, and lets get through this as painlessly as possible," I hesitated and then added, "Be nice." 

By the time I got to Emma's Father he had a beer popped and waiting for me. I graciously accepted it, "Thank you, though I have to say that I think I can only have one of these with the pain medication I have been taking." 

"Oh well, I hadn't thought of that," he said apologetically, "if you like I can finish that for you and I can have Linda get you a something else to drink, and perhaps a straw with it to make drinking it easier?" 

"Linda, can you -" 

"I am already heading in for it. Would you like some tea, soda, water, or perhaps some coffee?" she asked hovering between the kitchen and the patio, her reflection shining magnificently on the sliding glass doors. 

Emma, was the spitting image of Linda minus twenty plus years. I had originally fallen for her when we meet. She was perhaps 20lbs heavier and a little more developed up top, but her curves and that lovely ass was shared with her daughter. She had short brown hair, which even though I am not fond of short hair she was still surprisingly sexy. And what set if off was those Sarah Palin pump-me-hard-on-the-Presidential-desk-eyeglasses. 

I must have hesitated a little too long as I suddenly received a poke in the kidney from Emma. 

Um, if it is not too much trouble coffee please? Black would be fine." I quickly added. 

She disappeared into the kitchen before I could say thank you. 

"Ah, NOW there is a man," Emma's father joked. 

I could not take it anymore standing up. I found a metal framed lounge chair with soft durable outdoor cushions and sat down. As I leaned back a rush of air escaped through the seams and made a slight tight assed farting sound. Emma giggled as she sat in the chair next to me. I tried to ignore it, but I was instantly hard! I couldn't believe it. Her Father 15 feet away, and her Mother right in the house making me coffee. A giggle! Emma's giggle! AND I AM HARD!! 

I looked helplessly at Emma. Her smile widened and her left upper lip curled upwards and then she licked her lips, "I soooo want to ride that hard cock right here!" she whispered. 

I looked around nervously and very, very tense. But Emma, well, she was having fun and she just giggled more. 

Her Father slowly walked over after having turned down the heat and took a seat directly across from me. OH, GOD, I am fucked," I thought as I tried to slowly adjust myself without touching as I slowly wiggled my way to a better position. Hopefully her Father who was now engrossed in trying to see into the house did not catch the odd movement. But Emma saw and added, "John, is it HARD dealing with those casts?" she asked her Father's head now turning in our direction, "I mean it must be difficult to do everyday tasks with those cement gloves." 

"Emma," mind your manners her Father said, "You are not Familiar enough to call him John, it is impolite." 

"You're right Dad, she said looking at me and rolling her eyes, "Mr. Flint," she added with a slight pout that made me was to put my rock hard cock in her mouth, "how can you ever forgive me?" And there was that grin again. And may I die if I am lying but I got twice as hard in a heart beat. Emma noticed and started to laugh but changed it to a cough as if the coke she was drinking went down the wrong pipe. 

"Emma,?" her Father and I asked at exactly the same time. We looked at each other and I tried to laugh it oddly off, but her Father continued slowly turning to look at her. "Are you okay?" he asked still having me in one eye and Emma in the other. 

Emma noticed her Father's fixed attention on the two of us and choked out a hasty and well delivered, "Yeah, I think so, its just that the fizz of the pop got in my nose as I took a drink and made me inhale some of the pop. It hurt my chest, but I coughed it out I think." Stopped and looked at him, "I think I need some water." With that she hopped up and out of the chair and moved quickly into the house. 

Emma's Father turned in his chair and looked at me for a silent moment, a moment in which I imagined a dozen various ways in which this large man was going to kill the man who would deflower his little girl. 

Finally he spoke, "I must apologize for Emma, it seems she has become," he got quiet, and then looked up and said slowly, "It seems she has become smitten, is the word I think, perhaps not for today's youth but it suffices, with YOU." 

My heart stopped beating, "Pardon me sir?" 

"Surely you have noticed. The touch of your arm, the poke in your back, and the way she sits next to you, leaning in and hanging on every word." He stopped, sighed deeply and continued, "I need to warn you, Emma, well, she has a thing for older men." Again a pause, then he continued, "She got one of the High School teachers fired, more precisely her guidance counselor. And, well, I think she now has her eyes set on you." he finished waiting for some sign, some reply from me. 

"Um, I am not sure what to say. I mean we have talked a few times, and I helped her last night, but me? Why?" I asked honestly, hoping he had insight here. 

He sat back, "I am not sure, but I see little signs, the biggest one was the plea to me to not hurt you, that you hadn't done anything. But what got me was that, and I do not think she heard herself say it, but she added, YET." He exhaled deeply, and I could see the concern on his face and more importantly, on his mind. 

What could I say, should I say, DO I say, ANYTHING? 

"Sir, I do not know what the other man's intentions were, but I assure you mine could not be so crass, so uncaring of your daughter." Was that too much I thought, and without thinking added, "The few times we had a chance, a moment to talk what I saw was a lovely young Lady caught up in the part of life that is so earnest, exciting and rewarding. She has a thirst for knowledge and a strong thirst for life." I paused, then added, "I am sure that I am not in that future. I hope that can ease your mind, at least somewhat I hope." And then I leaned back in my chair and studied his face, and waited for his reaction. 

What he said I was not ready for. 

"I saw your bedroom and the window before you regained consciousness. I was the one who called the police out of fear what I may have done," he sighed loudly, with an added sound that I had myself let loose a few nights before when I was unsure I would ever see her again. 

I was stunned. Emma had told me nothing of this. What was she thinking, where were her thoughts taking her?

Her Father spoke again, "She is eighteen and a wonderful young lady, please do not hurt her." He looked absently over his shoulder to the grill, they should be done. "Can you grab the platter and hold it while I plate the meat and potatoes?"

"Sure," I said trying to shake the solemnity of the conversation. 

We had dinner outside on the patio. Sirloin steak, baked potatoes with gobs of butter and sour cream, Fresh sweet corn on the cob boiled in water and heavy with butter. The green beans had been hand picked from her Grandmother's garden, smothered in real butter like the corn, and from what I surmise, while I took my nap. How planned had this meal been, the talk, the disappearance inside of both Linda and Emma and the effort in the meal? An odd ease fell over me, and yet . . . 

The sun had almost fallen and the chat through dinner and after had been light and very welcoming. Linda yawned and looked at her husband and slightly nodded towards their house. I believe I was not meant to see that, but I had, and at the same time Emma's smile and subsequent grin appeared. Just as her parents got to the sliding glass doors her Mother stopped and looked over her shoulder, "Make sure John gets home okay Emma." Not a request but a command. 

I looked over at Emma who was stretched out luxuriously on the chaise lounge. "C'mon over here big boy, I need help up." She put her arms out and I took her hands and quickly pulled her up, surprising her and I caught her in my arms and held her close to me, tight, snug, and safe in my arms. Hurting this beautiful soul . . . 

I lifted her still in the hug and then set her down on her feet and said, "Come with me, we need to talk." I took her hand and led her towards my home. 

My front door was still wide open from when we left. I was suddenly thankful for living in a small town. Once inside I pulled Emma over to the recliner and pulled her to me as I sat. She lifted her hip and I pulled her close. I eased the recliner back and she settled in slowly, like shifting sands and eased into me pulling my arms over and around her. I slowly stroked her arm and moved up to caress her face lost in thought about what I needed to say. She absently sighed and I, I felt at peace and as I breathed in her scent, her essence we both peacefully fell into a long sound sleep. 

My dreams were unabashedly sexual, erotic and centered in whole around the love in my arms. In the dreams we had married after she had gotten out of college. It was a movie played out on the canvas of my mind, flowing with no control from me, whole, with plot, story, and love. Sex flowed freely though the dream. We had passion, love, a shared life that was equal parts exciting, fulfilling, and wholly satisfying, she had her writing career, and I taught Engineering at the University, and . . . we had three girls Three beautiful little Emmas . . . 

And then she got sick, and as the girls got older she withdrew, not wanting to drag any of us down. We fought, we needed her, and we wanted whatever she had left, no matter how little or sparingly it could be given, we wanted her to live, to live with us, to share with us what was left. 

Sadly, I made sure the girls were dressed properly and as they left the church they were followed by me, her Father, and four other men carrying her casket. 

I woke sobbing so heavily my chest felt as if was being spread open wide on a surgeons table. I could barely breathe, my chest heaved but nothing came, I cried out loud but nothing came. The pain burned harder and I could not stop. At some point I became aware of hugs and soft kisses on my face, neck, and chest. I heard sobs of "What is wrong?" I was suddenly aware of Emma, Emma alive, Emma in my arms and I held her. I held with in an embrace I never wanted to end. This moment in time I never wanted to move forward. I never wanted to see her leave my side again . . . I never . . . and yet I knew. 

I knew. 

I finally stopped and Emma slowly pulled the dream from my memory. As I finished she too had been reduced to tears. Yet she said nothing. She passionately kissed my mouth, her tongue darting about frantically fighting mine and driving me to submission. She pulled away tears still welling up in her eyes as she kissed my cheek and slowly moved to my right ear and gently nibbled and breathed softly as she said, "I love you." There it was and I did not get anxious, I did not feel uncomfortable. I simply collapsed back into the recliner spent from the emotions. She moved a bit lower and nuzzled my neck and alternated between moans that mixed like a heavenly chorus with mine and was backed by soft plaintive hums. 

I was lost in the moment as I was filled with a bliss I had never felt from from a woman's ministrations. I did not know a man could feel this from kisses, gentle sucks, and caresses. She continued to my nipples and again the pleasure I felt climbed to a new high. I came a few weeks back from tweaking nipples in twin purple nurples, yet another thing I had never experienced. My love and admiration was growing by the second and by each subtle movement on her part. Her hands slowly and gently slid around my sides and I squirmed as she passed over my ticklish spot. I was glad as she did not loiter and torture me. 

But my cock hard started to feel the pressure and movement downwards and tried to push through my briefs, my shorts, and into her as it throbbed and lunged at each miniscule movement. I was beginning to become apprehensive as my penis was becoming more stimulated with each wonderful slide and shift of her body on her part no matter how minor. I was simply on the verge of coming in my pants, something I had not done since I was in my teens and had bounced to hard and often on the way home from school on the bus as an overstimulated teen as Bobby Sue Patterson bounced happily along, and hence her nickname Booby Vue. 

I pushed her upwards and away and pleaded with her, "Oh God I love you Emma, but you need to stop before I cum in pants. Can we please do away with these clothes? And can we stop the foreplay, I need you now like I have never needed a woman before!" 

She froze and began crying anew. Oh, no what had I said. "Emma," I pleaded, "I am sorry, please Emma forgive me." I pulled tightly to me once more. 

She struggled to free a hand and wipe the tears from her eyes, "No you fool, I am happy. You said you loved me and you called me a woman," she said as she started to giggle. "OH MY GOD! How could I ever possibly be mad at you. You're the kindest, most caring, most MAN I have ever met." 

I released her and she started to slide down my lap. Her feet hit the floor and she popped upright and yelled as she started to run, "Last one to the bedroom cums last!" 

I chuckled as I watched her lovely little ass jiggle and bounce until she turned the corner and disappeared into the bedroom. 

"Ready or not, here I come!" I said as I crouched and began to prowl my way to the bedroom. And it I heard it again, that lovely giggle that I was becoming to believe I could not live without. 

I rounded the corner stopped in the doorway. She was in tight ball under the covers and like a tiger leaping on prey I jumped making sure my casts would not connect. While I landed slightly to the side of what I thought was her it was nothing but the pillows thrown under it and fluffed up. Confused I looked up right as she sprung herself on me. She landed on my stomach straddling me naked and wonderfully beautiful and immediately began to unbuckle my belt. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and grabbed my cock. She growled, "Who's dick is this?" 

"Mine!" 

"Wrong answer!" she yelled and squeezed hard and twisted. "Who's Dick is this!" she screamed so loud I swear her parents could have heard it from where their bedroom was on the other side of their house. 

"Aghh," I moaned, "Yours! Completely and forever yours!"

She stopped and let go unsure if it was the heat of passion or misunderstood, "What?" She looked at me, tears welling up and her face covered with confusion and perhaps bewilderment.

"Well," I said sitting up, placing us face to face, "I had decided to ask you simply that, but I am not sure if this is the right moment." 

"Ask me what?" 

"Well," I looked into her eyes, "Emma Renee Powell, I know I am not Prince Charming, nor even Lancelot, but will you, when done with college . . ." I paused for effect, toying with her, "Marry ME?" 

She lunged forward driving me back, slid off to one side and began furiously tugging my pants and underwear to my feet, where they stopped on my shoes. She was crying, laughing, and now struggling to rip my shoes off to free my pants. With the release of each shoe there was a loud bang and with the second there was a loud crash as well as the shoe bounced off the wall and took out the bedside lamp. But Emma was too driven to notice. The pants and underwear came free, she tossed them away and in one swift beautiful ballerina like move spun and swung her hips and straddled me once again. As she grabbed my cock she guided it to her entrance and paused looking into my eyes, "John, I am sorry that I am not a virgin, but if you'll have me, this pussy, this tight little yearning for you pussy, will always be yours and only yours!" And with that she lowered herself quickly, my dick quickly sliding in her warm, velvety, moist, tight pussy that I knew was mine. 

She leaned forward moaning as she locked lips with mine and she slowly began to rock and roll her hips while she kissed me softly. She would not let me move. No I was hers and hers only to use and she did just that. This was her moment, one she wanted to give. I reached up and lightly caressed the two beautiful handfuls I was just being introduced to. She moaned and continued to swivel her hips alternating between swivels, thumps of ass to hips, and rocking on her riding horse. This cowgirl was starting to develop small beautiful beads of perspiration. I ran my hands up along her arm and licked the sweat from my fingertips. Salty and sweet, and an overall intoxicating blend. I wondered, and in doing so I moved my fingertips to her clit and rubbed it for a quick moment and sent her shuddering and spasming into her first orgasm. Her juices flowed and I stuck my finger tips in the flow and brought them to my lips. As I did so she began to come out of it and focused on my fingers coming to my lips and arrived at the same time licking her fluids and my lips. She pulled back giggling. 




The Little Minx That Killed Me Ch. 03



I took her by her sides and rolled her off me and lay her on her back as I moved to the foot of my bed and hooked my arms behind her knees and pulled her down to me. Once her lovely little ass was to the edge of the bed I took her legs and pushed them upwards until Emma sensing my desire took an ankle in each hand and pulled her legs up and then amazingly placed each one behind a shoulder. I stood in awe, equally amazed and happy. I awkwardly aimed my cock with my fingertips at her puffy hairless mound covered in juices and sank in. Emma released a muffled mmph as I buried myself. Her eyes rolled back and I began with a slow steady rhythm and began to pick up the pace. I held nothing back as this position allowed me full access and control. My thrusts became more forceful, more frequent as my rate picked up and sweat began to pour down my body. 

Emma spasmed again and shuddered as waves rolled over her. Her breathing became ragged, her moans incoherent as she was lost in a bliss no man can ever hope to understand. It made me harder, more determined that I would continue to fuck until I let loose or more hopefully she begged for me to stop. I continued harder, faster, with a furious passion that once again I had never felt before. Emma was my sensual, sexual, and emotional muse. I felt so alive. Emma screamed, "Ungh ahhhh ummma ahhh oh . . . oh . . . DEAR GOD!" And suddenly I was bathed in sweet juices spraying my cock, scrotum, and my chest. Laughing and loving it I continued. I brought my hand to my chest and collected some of this sweet nectar given to me. It was heavenly. Suddenly there was more spray, and more babblings, and then silence. I stopped and watched her for a moment making sure she was okay. 

Evidently I had made her pass out. "Oh yeah," I thought, "After that I win and you are irrevocably mine!"

I pulled out and went to the bathroom and turned the cold water on and went to the kitchen and awkwardly poured her a glass of juice and grabbed the bowl she had never gotten the chance to eat earlier. I placed the glass of juice and bowl of fruit on the now lamp free nightstand and went to wet a cloth with the cool water. I returned and lay down next to her and gently wiped her brows, her cheeks and breasts. I could not help but to make sure they too were okay as I kissed and gently nibbled each one.  

"OOOOh, oh, you are sooo evil!" she softly sighed. "Thank you, so, so much." 

I lifted her by the shoulders with my right arm and placed the glass of orange juice to her lips. "Drink," I said as she opened her lips and drank freely nearly emptying the glass. I sat it down and took a piece of cantaloupe and placed it at her mouth as her tongue gently licked it and then accepted it and bit down releasing the juices. She turned and kissed me and we shared the juice of the cantaloupe. I followed that with some sliced strawberries, grapes, and some blueberries. She waved me off after a bit and asked me to lie down with her. I did as asked and she cuddled in next to me her face buried in my armpit. I laughed and earned a, "What's so funny?" from her. 

I said, "you are in my armpit." 

"Yes," she cooed, "I like the warmth and the smell is like . . . home." 

We both happily drifted off to sleep.



The Little Minx That Killed Me Ch. 04



There are references to God within this story. I feel that they were needed and relevant to the characters within. If God, or the mention of God offends you, especially in a manner other than in the throes of passion please stop reading now.

Thank you to everyone who has liked and commented as this story has progressed.

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I woke before her with the sun starting to slice through the blinds on the back wall of the bedroom. I had never removed them and put up curtains as I had on the side windows, nothing was back there but a yard and cornfields so nothing to impress. I thought now though of remedying that situation soon. I sighed knowing I'd rather still be sleeping in those small, seductively smooth arms. Arms that had just the right amount of freckles to accent and urge one to slowly trace them with their finger tips like an unnumbered picture waiting to be traced and discovered. Just moving the tips along the soft flesh was beginning to make me hard, and while my mind turned to the thought of finally having these damn casts off in less than a week there were things I knew that I needed to get done before she woke. 

I slowly pulled my right shoulder from under her head and slid the pillow to replace it. She sighed in her sleep and settled in. A smile was draped across her sleeping face as if it were the finest of pink silk, her breathing a sweet serenade of soft inhaled breaths through and out from her nose. I had yet to hear her snore. My peaceful angel was a joy to simply watch and admire . . . but, I needed to get moving. 

I sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed my robe from the floor. Fearing I would not get a shower in before Ellen showed, I hurried to the bathroom. As I dropped the robe and turned on the shower I felt a small hand touch my side and move enticingly around to my cock. "Where were you going with this?" she said squeezing it as she often was want to do. 

I stopped in mid movement and laughed and she squeezed harder. I could feel her breasts against my back and could feel her body softly shake as she tried to keep her laugh quiet.

"I was trying to take a shower before Ellen got here," I laughed as she tightened her grip again. 

"Well you may continue after you have cleaned me and allowed my cock to service me until I am satisfied," she scolded. 

"Yes, My Love!" I loudly replied. With that I turned and swept her into my arms and kissed her then stood her under the shower spray and adjusted it into a near mist, then sat on the seat in front of her and stuffed one of the ends of the cloth into my cast and under my fingers and began to soap down her body with one of my softest washcloths (note to self - buy some of those woman scrubbies.) I started at her feet lifting one at a time and placing them on my knee after washing her soles, instep, and arch. I then began to slowly and diligently move up and around her left leg to her calf. As I went the moans I thought I had heard but were muffled by falling water were louder, more pronounced and definitely aroused ones. I came up the outside of her thigh and worked down and around to the back of her knee and then I bent forward and turned my head and softly kissed and sucked the back of her knee. Emma shuddered and nearly fell, but I caught her and continued up the inside of the thigh and softly glanced past her moist, dripping folds. Again she shuddered but I reached between and under as I brought the washcloth up and across her perineum and circled her chocolate starfish and received even louder moans. I washed each cheek in turn as I brought my other hand around and pulled her forward. Her lips met mine as I dove my tongue in and then up her sweet dripping folds, connected, then circled and sucked the little bud winking at me. I sucked harder then gently bit down, immediately receiving a torrent of cum washing over my cheeks and dribbling quickly down my chin. I had to hold on as she lost balance and fell to the side of the shower grabbing one of the rails struggling to maintain her balance. Her eyes were wide open but were nothing but her whites. I released her clit from between my teeth and demanded. "Who's PUSSY is this?" 

She struggled and barely, meekly sighed, "Yours." 

"Damn straight, and I love it, and I," as I paused looking up into her eyes, "love you." 

"I love you too, but will you just finish? I can barely stand," she breathed raggedly.

I looked at the shower clock/radio and said, "Sorry Em, Ellen is almost here." I stood and rinsed off, exited the shower and left her leaning against the wall. There was a plea in her eyes, a plea that I should stay and we finish, but . . . 

I dried off. There was something I needed to do. 

As Ellen arrived I stopped her by the door and explained what I had planned and what I needed her to help me with. 

She stood wide eyed and with a smile warmly and finally forming, looked towards the bathroom whispered, "Yes." 

I walked into the bathroom and grabbed Emma trying not to get wet, kissed her and said, "Get dressed or head back to bed and relax today, tomorrow you head back to college, but tonight I plan to make perfect for you." I kissed her again and left her quizzically smiling. 

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Ellen dropped me off in front of the drive. I leaned over and smiled, then without asking enveloped her in a huge hug, kissed her on the cheek and said, "Thank you for everything!" 

I left her in the car blushing, and smiling from ear to ear. As I walked slowly up the drive I wondered if I would find Emma here or at her parents. I reached the door and turned to watch Ellen drive away. I grabbed the doorknob and turned it and walked in to find Emma hard at work on her homework from the U. She looked up and smiled, and then returned to her work. 

I went to the fridge and poured a tall glass of purified water, then headed to the living room and kicked back in my favorite recliner. I took a long drink, turned on the television and took note of the time. Still plenty of time before we had to leave. I kicked back shifted in the chair until I was comfortable and closed my eyes and ignored the drone of the television. 

I was unaware of how much time passed before I felt a light touch on my cheek. I looked up and put my arms around Em's neck and pulled down with enough force to make her lose her balance and fall awkwardly into my arms and onto my lap. I hugged her tightly, then brought my hands to her cheeks and gently brushed the hair from her eyes. There was a look of uncertainty and then she realized what was different. 

The casts were gone. 

She was a tangled bunch of questions, "What, how, when, but I," she stopped, looked at me then continued, "I am so happy, but isn't it too early? Can you hurt them again?" 

I laughed and pulled her closer to me and looked into her eyes, "I talked the Doctor into it, and he said it was a bit early but from the way everything was healing quickly, he felt it would be fine. Especially," I said as I looked at her with mischief in my eyes, "when I told him I had a saw to do it myself if he didn't" 

Emma slid her arms around me as much as she could and again snuggled in, exhaled, and said, "I love you." 

I held her ever more tightly and inhaled the scent of her body and hair, and said, "I could never love you more or less than I do at this very moment." 

We were both happy and at ease in the silence and calm of the moment and after some time we both fell asleep again in our recliner. 

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My phone vibrating in my pocket woke me. I tried to get to it without disturbing Emma. I freed the phone from my pocket, pressed the green bar to answer it and brought it to my ear, "Hello?" 

I kept my answers short and as quiet as possible. I smiled and said, "Thank you, that will be wonderful." I finally felt at ease for the first time that day. I looked at the time and decided I needed to wake Emma. I set the phone on the table next to me and brought my right arm to her side and lightly, slowly slid it along and up under her breast lightly tracing circles around her nipple with my thumb. I was pleased and entranced with the moment as I could finally squeeze and caress her breast with something other than just cast encased fingertips. A small slight moan escaped her lips. I freed my left arm from under her but cheek and brought it too up and over her ass and along her sides as she shifted in her sleep and I continued up and under her left breast as I had done to the right. With both hands freed to softly squeeze and caress her breasts I was in heaven. I leaned down and started to nuzzle her neck. Her body went slack as a deep soulful moan escaped her. I stopped worried I had awakened her. With no further movement I slowly slid my left hand down her side caressing and slipping it under the hem of her shorts. As I moved it closer I could feel heat and moisture, a deep humidity created in the netherworld of her wonderfully soft, warm pussy that I now slowly slid a finger into. I started to slowly run it up and down the crease in her lips as my thumb circled her clitoris. It was making her start to squirm in her sleep. I stopped. 

"What the FUCK?" she hissed with her eyes still closed. "Why did you stop?" she now moaned. "Continue," she demanded. 

I kissed her ear and whispered, "Sorry but this is my hand." I started to laugh. 

Suddenly I was enveloped with pain as her hand had unbeknown to me slipped quickly into my pants and seized my cock, "Yes," she sweetly hissed, "but this is mine, and you still owe me from this morning." 

I laughed harder, but continued to move my finger within her and gently put pressure on her clit. I nuzzled her neck again and this time as I did I squeezed her right breast then pinched her nipple. She moaned loudly and suddenly raised her pelvis to meet my hand and force it deeper into her. I pinched the nipple and twisted it softly as I did the same to her lovely bud. It was enough. She began shaking, mumbling incoherently, and then began one long scream. When she finished she went limp with a smile from ear to ear. Her pants were drenched with her juice and was now making my crotch upon which she was sprawled wet as well. 

My cock throbbed, trying to force its way up and through my sweats and into her lovely little ass. 

She felt it as she recovered, opened her eyes and popped to her feet and quickly shed her clothes and then began pulling my sweats off. I laughed and said as I lifted my ass, "look I have hands, I can help now you know." 

She gleefully laughed and ripped my shoes off and yanked my pants off as well tossing them to the side where they landed on a lamp causing it to crash to the floor. I lost it and started laughing uncontrollably as she straddled my lap grabbed my dick, looked me in the eye and squealed as she dropped down hard on my dick. Where she once had trouble taking me in so quickly, she had now grown accustomed to my size and with lubrication my cock was now fond of its new home and slid in snugly and willingly. 

She placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned forward to kiss me then leaned back never breaking eye contact and began rocking slowly backward then forward. I was her hobby horse and she was now off to the races. The connection we shared falling into each other's eyes was an electric connection that lit up our souls and sent sparks through our bodies as the energy built with the increased tempo, matching it, pace for pace, movement for movement. It was odd that in the midst of this, I felt so completely at home in her eyes, her sex, and in her heart. I could not hope but to begin to understand what made us happen or why, but my heart was so completely content that I would gladly die for this woman, this angel was now wrapped in my arms now nipple to nipple as her rocks met my thrusts and our eyes still locked on each other both welled up as the the tremors began in both of us. Her tremors turned to quakes and then the dams burst as her head snapped back and a low guttural growl escaped as she flooded me and the recliner in her juices. And I was taught, tense, and frozen in place as I exploded within her, my dick spasming and shooting load after load deep into her. 

We were both quiet for untold moments as neither of us moved or felt that we had even taken a breath. 

Suddenly Emma began to laugh, and then leaned forward to look at me, "My Dear, my Dear," she now sighed contentedly, "Your debt is paid in full! And now to reward you!" 

"Nope," I said, "We have no time" 

"What?" she said confused. 

"We need to clean this up, then shower and dress. We have somewhere we need to be, " I explained.

She nodded,but was not happy we were done for the time being. She sighed then pulled herself off my limp dick with a sweet, sticky, slurping sound that popped. We laughed and she headed for the shower as I cleaned off the recliner that I was now so glad to have had it Scotch Guarded before being delivered. 

We were ready rather quickly, another thing about my little lady I would soon come to love and appreciate. 

As I walked her to her side of the car I kissed her and opened the door and stepped aside as I said, "Mi Lady, your carriage awaits." I gestured showing her the way in. I made sure she was in and gently closed the door making sure not to catch her or her clothing in the shut. I walked slowly around my Silver LaCrosse that I could finally drive. I had had it detailed while I was gone and had it removed from the garage as she was in the shower. 

She studied me quietly for some time as we drove. I knew she wanted to ask where we were headed, but she knew I would not answer. We continued to drive in silence as the tension of anticipation grew moment by moment. Finally, we had arrived. I pulled into the park, and as I headed to a section hidden behind large, thick pine trees I was thankful for the cooling air and low humidity. We turned into the parking lot serving the area behind the pines and she saw that the parking lot was nearly filled with cars. The pavilion was lit with multicolored party lights and dozens of people milled about. Behind the pavilion and off in the distance a large gazebo was illuminated with with white Christmas lights snaking their way over rails, up the pillars and along the roof beam.

I looked at Emma as we pulled into a space saved for us. Her smile was ear to ear, but her eyes were frantically searching for understanding. 

I put it in park, and turned off the engine. I quickly exited the car and swiftly moved around to open Emma's door. I reached and softly took her hand, "Emma, this party is for you." She stepped up and out of the car and looked around not understanding why nearly all of her family in the area, and all of mine (I had much fewer) were here. 

Her parents came up and hugged her and kissed her and shuttled her off to the pavilion. My family came up and wanted to know why I had kept this quiet and unknown to them. I explained that this happened so magically and quickly that I could not have told them everything. But despite the fact that they were mad I had told them nothing they still did not know the importance of this night, other than we wanted the two families to know how much we were in love. My oldest niece, looked at me apprehensively, and then over to where Emma stood and back to me. She congratulated me and as she hugged me said, "I sure hope you know what the Fuck you're doing." And with that I had her approval. 

"Well, let us join the party and have some fun." 

As the two families began to mingle music drifted towards them from the gazebo. A small classical and jazz group formed from university students had been hired and had been set up in the gazebo. A little while later we sat down to a catered meal from one of the local supermarkets. Before we began to eat I stood to say a few words, "I want to thank everyone here. It means so much to me and Emma. I understand some of you will have some concern over the age difference between the two of us, but I can assure you that there is something here that I can only say must have been arranged by God. With that said let us bow our heads for a moment," I said and paused and then began, "May God look out over those gathered here and know that with time we hope to have them become part of our lives. May you continue to bless us all with your grace as you provide for our daily needs as we look to provide for those of our loved ones. We thank you for this day. Amen" Talk, wine, beer and liquor flowed and it appeared the two families were compatible. I could tell there would be hell to pay Monday morning for quite a few of those in attendance. 

Emma's eyes kept floating to the gazebo. Despite the lights on the gazebo there were not enough to make out the people there from here under this well lit pavilion. I know she loved all types of music and she struggled to make out those under the white lights 

The time had come, and Emma's Father called one of the musicians and informed them. The lights went out on the gazebo but they continued to play. I asked Emma if she'd join me for a walk. She smiled and said, "I'd join you anywhere." She noticed the lights on the gazebo were off, "Aw it is so sad they turned the lights off."

I nodded in agreement and mischieviously added, "But that works out in favor of us, does it not? But perhaps we'll stop by and ask why."

"Ooh, let's get going!" she said hurrying me along. 

We slipped out from the pavilion and headed out along the sidewalk that encircled this part of the park. We approached the darkened gazebo and noticed small lights on the music stands that allowed the musicians to see their music. We started up the seven steps to the deck of the gazebo. As we stepped onto the deck, white light filled the gazebo and we saw the musicians were set up in a crescent moon shape behind an old chair that looked fit for a king, or for my Queen. Emma stopped, bewildered and wide eyed. I took her hand, "My Queen, " I said, "Please have a seat." 

She did so and as I turned to acknowledge the crowd that had silently followed and was now almost encircling the gazebo, I said firmly and proudly, "I know not why God has sent this woman to me. I know not why I have been blessed so deeply. And I do not know how she has so quickly, completely, and permanently captured my heart. But I am irrevocably thankful and know that this moment is one I need to share with our two families."

I heard a sharp intake of breath behind me followed by the lovely soul enchanting giggle of my Emma. 

I turned, and in one movement dropped to one knee and pulled a ring from my pocket, I presented her with a 1.2 carat princess cut diamond ring and asked, "Emma Renee Powell, will you save me here and now by marrying me?" 

She lept to her feet and jumped into my arms causing me to fall backwards, stumble, and fall onto the stairs. Still in my arms I hugged her tight and puffed out my arms and we rolled down the stairs and crashed to the cement sidewalk below. Emma landed on top of me as my left shoulder hit the ground and my head hit the grass narrowly missing the cement. I laughed in pain as lightning bolts shot through my arm. Emma began flooding me with kisses and apologies. I moved under her in pain but knew I had broken nothing. My sole concern was for her. "Emma! Emma! Are you okay?" I cried out. 

"Yes, yes, oh dear god yes. You saved me," she cried kissing me, squeezing, and hand frantically moving about my body ensuring I was not lying. 

"Emma, please stop. People are staring." 

"Oh?" she said looking up and about, she started to giggle then looked me square in the eyes, "Fuck 'em," she quietly said, "Let's go home." 

She got up and helped me to my feet, my shoulder smarting a bit. We thanked everyone for coming, urged them to enjoy the rest of the night and started walking to the car. Kenny, my oldest nephew who was thirteen shouted, "WAIT! You forgot the ring!" 




The Little Minx That Killed Me Ch. 04



He came running up to us and I thanked him and turned, looked at Emma and said, "May I?" as I held her hand with the ring at the tip of her left ring finger. 

She anxiously and quickly nodded yes. I slid the ring onto her finger and it fit perfectly. "How?" she mouthed as cheers went up from the crowd and we left for home. 

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As I drove down the road I was switching through the radio channels as Emma fumbled with my khakis' fly. "No soft shit right now," she said looking up, "I wanna rock this cock!" 

Cool I thought, and pushed the button to my favorite classic rock station. This was definitely my lucky night. Having grown up in the southern suburbs of Detroit I had a couple of favorite songs with Detroit in mind. Kiss's Detroit Rock City was perfect for this moment as the song started so did Emma's wonderful ministrations. She was pounding my shaft with hand, tongue and mouth to the beat of the music. I couldn't take it much longer and decided after this curve I would pull over to a secluded spot I knew. But too late. I exploded into her mouth as everything went briefly grey. As I regained focus I screamed, "Emma!" and with my right hand I pushed her to the side away from the steering wheel and tried to turn the car to the right putting my door into the oncoming truck's headlights knowing there was no time for much else as it all slowed, milliseconds taking seconds, and a moment, a lifetime of images. Images lost, and dreams . . . 

Sounds were everywhere, screams, sirens, cries, and pleas. A sound like a loud motorcycle started and I heard metal being ripped and cut.

Emma was curled up in a ball on the right floorboard heaving and wailing inconsolably. She could not look as the firemen fought to free my limp body from the wreckage. She could not, would not accept that I might be . . . 

Dead? But I was there, there but looking down. My mind was muddled. I couldn't concentrate, the sounds, lights and I began to see grey approaching from the edges of my vision. 

"Emma . . . EMMAAAA!"



The Little Minx That Killed Me Ch. 05



 I was unsure as to whether or not I should let him die or continue. Because of the comments and the fact that after mulling it over a bit they had something left unfinished. 

I had left something unfinished. 

Thank you for your replies.

*****

Emma sat quietly looking out the window. Cars went by on the street below and occasionally trucks as well on their daily routes making deliveries. The skies had darkened from day to day. Storms, grey skies, and sunshine all passed by the window. The window cruelly presenting the passage of time on the lives below and beyond in the city covered with trees, buildings, and shadows all moving, all mocking this tiny room where life stood still. 

Emma shifted and turned in the utilitarian grey vinyl recliner and looked down to her right hand. In it she held her life. A life deferred, derailed, and lost in unknowns. She looked up at John whose face had grown a beard scraggly and unmaintained. She was remiss to change anything, to remove anything of him that remained. She felt it to be irrational, but sitting by his side she desperately clung to all that she had of him. And if it had to be, this is where she would pass the days, waiting, and praying for his return. 

Almost all of the damage cause by the Semi had been fixed and healed. His hair which had been shaved on one side of his head when he had the operation to ease the pressure on his brain had grown back and while it looked odd to others Emma loved it because to her it was growing, alive and a sign that perhaps he too was getting ready to come back. His left shoulder had healed and been taken out of its cast and some of the screws removed but not all. His ribs had healed and he was now off a ventilator, a sign his body was ready to travel the dark unknown road back to life. But, when? He had been off the medications that put him into a medically induced coma for two weeks now. He was breathing, alive, but no movement, no fluttering of his eyelids, nothing to show that the dark trek back had begun. 

A soft knock on the door, "Excuse me Miss. Powell, would you mind if I did this morning's therapy on John?"

Emma looked up, glad to see Penny. Penny was just one of a team of therapists assigned to his case. Their job was a well choreographed program to keep his muscles from tightening and atrophying. While nice and very attentive and good at her job she was just too damn talkative to Emma. Emma rose and excused herself and headed for the cafeteria. As she left the room she remembered something her Father had said a few days earlier about Penny, "You know if I didn't know better I'd think the hospital kept your twin and sold it to someone else." Emma did not see the resemblance and reminded her Father she also looked about thirty. 

Penny had finished her work on his upper body and had now shifted to work on his lower body. She massaged the leg muscles, bent, and flexed them working through the series of movements. As she leaned forward pushing his heel to his buttocks her foot slipped and she fell forward. Trying to keep herself from landing on him she tried to get her right hand off his leg and grab the bed instead her hand landed on his cock. It was a quick second but it felt so large and . . ., "Oh shit!" She pushed off trying to stand and awkwardly pulled his leg to the side. 

"Emma, take it easy we have time." 

"Oh, shit, oh shit! DENISE! DAMN IT, DENISE!" she yelled, scared, worried, and excited. 

"Emma, shhh. Your parents are going to hear." 

The door slammed against the wall as both Denise the nurse covering John, and Emma slammed into each other and hit the door as the tried to enter. 

"What's wrong Penny?" Denise asked quickly checking his vitals on the monitor and seeing everything was normal. "Penny?" 

Penny was backed into the corner, her eyes frantically shifting from Emma to Denise, "I, I, I was doing his lower body reps and was working his left leg," she stopped and looked to John, "and . . . and, oh my, Emma I am so sorry . . . but I slipped and my hand landed on his . . . well, his penis. And OH MY GOD . . . HE SPOKE!"

Emma attacked Penny backing her further into the corner as her hugs, kisses to her cheeks assaulted Penny in a manner she was unaccustomed to, but tears began to form in her eyes. 

Emma could not stop saying, "Thank you." 

Denise was laughing, "Emma, if you could, Penny, what did he say was it coherent?" 

Penny began from the leg movement and fall. 

I looked about the room and noticed I was in a hospital and that there was a nurse and two women hugging. My vision was blurry but two of the women appeared to be sisters. The other a tall stacked buxom woman with brown hair and glasses. 

"Excuse me," I said weekly, "Where am I?" 

All three stopped and spun looking in my direction. 

"Sorry," said, "Where am I and why?" 

One of the women flew to my side and grabbed me placing hands on both sides of my face and pulled me to her. She kissed me excitedly, and passionately. I was wondering why when she stopped and looked into my eyes loving. 

"John, Oh John you're back?" 

"Where did I go?" I asked confused, and I added, "Who are you?" 

Emma's face froze in a look of horror. 

"Emma, John, Emma. I love you. I have been waiting for you and now your back!" 

Denise touched Emma on the shoulder and said, "Honey, let's give him some rest, this has taken a lot out of him." 

Emma, was confused, hurt, and desperately lost. But she let Denise walk her to a room behind the the nurse's station. Denise closed the door, and had her sit down. "Emma, I am sure it will be fine, but I need to call the doctor and get him here right away. He needs to examine him and determine why he can not or does not recognize you." She paused and released the hold on Emma's clasped hands. "Please let me make the call, and I'll be right back in here." 

Denise called the Doctor, then John's family contact and then Emma's. She smiled as chills went down her spine, "This is wonderful day," she thought. 

Three hours later the Doctor entered the floor's waiting room. "Hello, I am Dr. Mahadevia. I just talked to John. He has full use of his vocabulary, reasoning, and mobility. However, he has yet to remember what happened to bring him hear, or who he is. I wish I could tell you this will pass, but the from the damage to his brain we may not know for days or . . . or if ever his memory returns. For now I suggest we proceed cautiously. Let us get him up and walking to regain some of the muscles, movement and range of motion back. Perhaps our starting there will give him a base to begin from. We'll go from there and then decide when to begin introductions to all of you. I am sorry, but for the immediate future, no more visitations." 

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A week had passed with updates from the Doctor, and nurses. Their team were elated at John's progress, but said he was still uneasy about meeting anyone. Fortunately, Diane and Penny had relieved some of the stress and apprehension of meeting those who were family. He was concerned however, that his refusing to see Emma, whom he had been told never left his side, and who had been saved in the accident as she had been balled up in the floor was despondent, and worried about him. It was her that he agreed to see. No one else.

Emma knocked on the door, smiled at John but had said nothing. 

John looked at her face trying to find something to spark his memory, her hair, her eyes, legs, body, and ample though smallish breasts . . . but, nothing. She was beautiful. No, no that did not suffice. This young woman though dressed conservatively was exotically, inescapably, and implicitly gorgeous. This woman could never have been his . . . fiancee. He regained his composure and apologized for gawking, "Please come in. Have a seat." 

"Thank you," said Emma as she tentatively entered and stood at the foot of the bed. 

"Please, Emma? That is correct right?" he said, then continued, "please sit down and let's talk." 

She nodded then walked round the bed and turned the recliner to face him, pulling it close so that she could, if possible resume holding his hand. 

"I thank you for being here everyday until I woke. I wish I could say more, but the sad truth is," he hesitated as he fell into her eyes, "the truth is . . . .," he felt a pull, one he feared he could not escape, but he could not look away from those eyes, there was, something, something warm, comfortable, and soul calming. He shook his head, tried to refocus and then heard a giggle. One he knew somewhere deep in his heart. He began to feel a pain in his chest and misunderstood. Afraid of what was happening he frantically called for the nurse.

Emma was surprised by the outburst and quickly stood as the backs of her legs propelled the recliner backwards into the corner where she had accosted Penny. 

The nurse and two aids flew into the room and quickly reviewed the monitor. All was okay except for a rapid heartbeat. "John, John," she said trying to get him to focus, "You're having a panic attack. Everything is okay. How many chairs are in the room?" 

He looked at them and then the room, "Two," he answered still anxious but now also confused. 

"Okay, how many people in the room?" 

He looked at her, "Well," he paused, "you, so one, and then two CNAs, but I don't remember their names, so three," and then looked over to Emma, "and Emma, would be four, but I am here as well so five." He said looking at Denise hopefully.

"Yes," she said, "and John?"

"Yes," he replied his breathing now nearly back to normal and his heart rate below a hundred and rapidly declining.

"You're okay. But I have to say Emma needs to go home, I think we have had enough stimulation today," she said looking not at john but over her shoulder to Emma. 

Emma nodded, unsure of what if anything had happened. She felt something as he had stared into her eyes. She felt a reconnection and then . . . she stood looked at John and asked, "Tomorrow then?" 

He looked at her and felt something stirring within and said, "Absolutely, I am sorry about today." 

She smiled and quickly left the room. 

I had problems trying to sleep that night. At one am the shift nurse Holly entered and seeing me still awake asked if there was a problem. I thought for a moment before replying. Every time I had fallen asleep I was lost wandering, through a park, the hospital hallways, or through a house. It mattered not, I was always looking for something. Just before I woke I would find it a figure, a woman so calming, so close, I would reach out to touch and I would hear a giggle then she would disappear before I saw her face. Each time this had happened I felt a yearning, a loss in my chest as I had earlier in the day. I was confused. 

"Yes, and no Holly."

"What do you mean?" 

"I can't sleep."

"Would you like something for that?" she smiled, and John thought that perhaps he saw something seductive in that smile. 

"No, no medication, I want to sleep, it's just, I need . . ." he trailed off. 

Holly leaned forward and sat down. Her hips next to his, her hand on his thigh. "Are you sure? There are, ah, other things that can help you sleep." 

"What do you mean John asked?" his breathing quickening.

"Well, there is tea, and there is," she said as she moved her hand closer to John's cock, just a flick away from touching it. 

He paused as his cock twitched. Her hand moved seeing that he did not object. It was now on top of his cock the sheets keeping her hand from completely encircling it. He slightly gasped as her other hand began to pull the covers down. John, aroused and unbelieving was frozen in place, except for his cock that is. As she continued to slowly draw it down the movement of the sheet over his naked cock caused it to twitch, growing each second, each light tug. 

There was a hard knock on the door, they both snapped their heads to it. Sophia, one of the other nurses stood there mouth open and a hand near her crotch the other still applied to the door, "Da - um, uh, Holly, phone call." 

Holly quickly released the sheet and brushed past Sophia. As she did so, I swore I heard her seethe, "Could have taken a message you bitch!"

To which, I distinctly heard her reply, "Cheap ass slut." 

"John," Sophia said, "would you like me to finish helping where Holly obviously left off," she asked looking at my bulging cock while she moved forward. 

"I, um -" 

But before I had finished she removed the sheet fully from the bed and tossed it to the empty recliner. Her hand slowly encircled my cock and began sliding up and down. But I was not watching. My gaze was stuck on the empty chair. I didn't know why but suddenly I felt ill at ease and removed her hand from my cock. 

"Sophia, thank you, and I would love to let you finish, and do even more but," there it was, I felt guilt. I felt I would be cheating on someone . . . " Sophia please cover me back up. And thank you. Another time, another place, perhaps I would love to fall into you, but there is . . . " 

"Emma." 

I looked up at her, "Yes, no, I don't know," I said truthfully, "maybe, but there is just something inside telling me this is not right." 

"WOW!" Sophia blurted out. "I sooo wish my last Husband felt that way, or for that, any of my exes." 

"I am sorry." 

"Oh, God, John. Never be sorry for loving someone, for being faithful," she stopped a tear forming in her eye and fled the room. 

I lay there for some time looking at the doorway when sleep overtook me. Sex, cuddling, sex, giggling, more sex. I was straddling her, my penis hard and primed to enter her, "Are you ready? We need to do this before you're father -" 

"Um. John, you are talking in your sleep," Emma giggled.

I suddenly woke and there was Emma holding my hand and giggling. GIGGLING! The girl, the father, the house and, and, the Gazebo! "Emma!" I cried out loud spring up and sliding my feet over the edge of the bed in the process knocking her and the recliner backwards, I grabbed her into my arms and spun her around. Her legs crashed into the bed as she winced in pain. I nearly dropped her as I finished the spin and deposited her on the bed. Before she could stop bouncing I lept on her. Kissing her neck, her lips, her cheeks, and then I placed my hand on her breasts and fell forward. "Honey, I'm home," I sighed. 

Emma began to giggle harder. 

"John, if you don't let me breathe I'll be in the hospital!" she exhaled. 

"Sure," I said as I pulled up and scooped her into my arms. We both began to cry. I held her, caressed her back and hair, and then pulled her closer. When we separated I looked into those eyes that had made me anxious the day before and felt completely and forever at home. I scooped her up again and retreated to the recliner, where we leaned back and cuddled. She moved sweetly and melted into our favorite position. I began grow beneath her and she felt it pushing into her thigh, "John," she said with that glint of mischief I had so often loved to see. "John we can't do it here." 

I stopped nuzzling her neck, and placed a hand on each side of her lovely face and turned it to my gaze, "Why? I was checked on before you arrived," I quickly looked to the clock, tuned back to those eyes, "we have roughly fortyfive minutes to an hour before anyone checks," I said. Then pulling her closer to me I added, "Trust me my little minx.' 

I kissed her then slid my hand down her back and into her pants. I caressed her cheeks still covered by her panties and then moved my hand further, following the crease in her ass. Passing lightly over her rosebud I continued until I could feel the moist crevice of her lips. She had been quiet until now but she shivered and moaned long and deeply. "Oh John," she sighed, "It has been so long, so hard being with you, and yet without you." She began crying, "Please, please promise you'll never leave me again," she panted as I now slid her panities to the side inserted my thumb into her very warm, very moist and spasming pussy. I massaged her lips, mound, and her rosy red nubbin with my fingers. 

She started to shake and as she did so I pressed forward and upward into her g spot and it sent her over the edge. I moved my thumb in tight circles never relenting with the pressure as she shook and shuddered as the waves of her ecstasy rippled through her like a rock dropped into a still, deep pond. She bit her lip as she tried to keep quiet and she silently cried out in ecstasy. I released pressure and then pressed hard again sending her higher and into longer spasms, her hair now plastered to the sides of her face, sweat that head beaded on her was now coalescing and begin to flow down her head, her arms, and the crack of her ass. Her eyes had rolled back in her head which was a sign I needed to slowly back off. I released the pressure in her pussy and pulled out my thumb. I continued slowly caressed her mound and trailed fingers up her lips without entering. Her juices flowed copiously and then slowly trailed off. Her breathing slowed and her eyes came back into focus. 

"My God, how I have missed you," she said as she pulled my hand from her pants, then licked the juices, and added, "and these wonderful hands and fingers." 

"When can we get out of here?" I asked breaking the silence. 

"Nurse come quickly! I need to go home so I can come too!" 

Emma slapped me hard on the chest. "John, Ssssh!" 

I grabbed her and pulled her hard and deeply into me and yelled, "Nurse! Please hurry! I need to go home and make mad, sweet, passionate, endless love to my woman! MY LOVE!"

"Oh, god," emma sighed, "go back into a coma please." And then she giggled. 

The Nurse walked in with a mixture of anger and envy on her face, "Ssssssh, will you stop, there is a call in to your Dr., and there was talk of you heading home today anyway." 

"Please hurry," I said as I looked at Emma. I continued, "She needs passionate love that I can not give her here." 

"I doubt it," she said, "by the smell in the room, you already have." 

Emma pushed her face into my shoulder unable to look at the nurse. 

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Three hours later I was at home, correction we were at home. 

She had with the help of her mother and father moved her clothes and whatnot that she needed into our room, bathroom, and some into a closet in the spare, which was still unfurnished. Her parents and my niece's family hung about for awhile to trying to recapture the last few months in hours. I heard a blur of stories about the events and sports and school and friends and . . . I loved them all so much, but I just wanted quiet time with Emma. 

We were both full on all of the food they had prepared and brought over to make my readjustment home easier. And it would apparently seem to help us both as it was obvious she had not been eating here. I placed the stuff in the fridge or freezer and I threw out the spoiled and sometimes moldy leftovers. Hopefully she had been eating at the hospital or her parents. It seemed she had because she looked as beautiful as ever. But still I was concerned.

We needed to talk. I had to know how she survived, why she stayed, and why she put her life on hold. Yes, I knew she loved me but . . . 

With everything put away, we went through the house and turned off all the lights and locked the doors and met in the middle of the living room, hugged, and walked arm and arm to the bedroom. We pulled down the covers crawled inside and snuggled into each other's embrace and fell into a blissful sleep.