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The "No Intercourse" Rule

By: Heironymous



When her husband, Donny, had just had his accident Leah believed that he would recover. She brought him home when the doctors said she could. She fed him, talked to him, changed his pajamas and his sheets, and maintained his personal hygiene. But as time went by, it became more and more apparent that he was not improving; that the love of her life was gone to her now. 

Donny had been hit from behind while waiting at a red light. He had been on his way home from work, with a dozen yellow roses and a bottle of wine in the back seat as Leah prepared their anniversary dinner. Five years together as husband and wife plus four before that as college sweethearts. Donny had been her first boyfriend, her first lover, and the only boy or man that ever gave her that pitter-patter in her heart. An unworn seatbelt, a snapping of the neck, and the slamming of the head against the steering wheel had changed Donny forever. He was alive, but little more than a mechanism; unaware of the significance of his surroundings, just a breathing organism that could do little more than react to stimulus with the motor-activity section of his brain. The rest had been too damaged to ever function again.

As time went by, both Donny's parents and her own urged her to put him in managed care. The insurance settlement had assured him care for so long as he survived and had left her with enough to live comfortably for the rest of her own life. After eight months of caring for Donny 24/7, she was finally exhausted and hopeless enough to agree to put him in a facility where his needs would be met.

She had quit her job as a dental assistant when Donny was injured, and had little desire to go back to that. When her visits to Donny no longer felt like enough to fill her days, she signed up for classes. At the gym, at the local college; anything to occupy her mind and challenge her to think about things other than the horrible turn her life had taken and the undeserved fate of the love of her life.

* * * *

Lars Karsten had the world by the tail. Migrating to America in his early twenties, he had landed a job with a major aircraft manufacturer and worked his way up from a mundane job in quality control to being a department head in the experimental division. Marriage, citizenship, children, and a house in the suburbs had all followed as Lars pursued his version of the American Dream.

It all came tumbling down as the economy crumbled. The experimental department was closed, the job was lost, the house was lost, and finally the marriage itself evaporated in front of his eyes. Left with no job, no credit, and no wife, but with plenty of bills and child-support payments, Lars had turned to his new country for help. He signed up for a Federal program to retrain out-of-work Americans and began his college career at the local community college, compliments of Uncle Sam. He would become an American accountant.

And that is where Lars and Leah met. A neon-lit classroom, an endlessly boring lecture, a first glance; and a second glance met by her second glance. Then Lars shrugging his shoulders and rolling his eyes as if to say, "Why are we sitting here listening to this idiot?" And a smile from Leah and a returned look as if to say, "I know, can you believe this?"

Lars sought her out after the class and clumsily introduced himself. There was something about this woman that filled him with hope. And Leah saw in Lars a reflection of her own sadness in life. A brave front for the world; but just behind that a despair that was transmitted only through the eyes. Those beautiful, penetrating blue eyes.

* * * *

From there, they developed a friendship. They would often sit next to each other in class, and before midterms they met in the student union one evening for a study date. More study dates followed, first at the student center, then at Leah's home. Study dates became study and dinner, then dinner and a movie without the studying.

Leah found Lars fascinating. His Scandinavian upbringing lent him a slight air of mystery. Although their friendship was completely platonic, she often found herself thinking of Lars in other ways. She wondered if, being from Europe, he was circumcised. That led her to thinking about what his penis might look like, which led to a stirring in her loins, which led to her feeling guilty, which led her to push those thoughts from her head. She was still a married woman, even if she couldn't share any part of her life with her husband.

Lars found Leah enchanting. So beautiful. So warm. So saddened by the loss of her husband. He, too, felt stirrings for her, but was afraid for his heart to enter into another relationship so soon after his marriage had fallen apart. They both were content to have a close friend, albeit a friend that each found emotionally and sexually attractive.

Then one evening it happened. Sitting on Leah's couch, they had just finished a pizza and each had downed a large glass of red wine. They were watching a corny movie with Cameron Diaz, and had talked and joked about it most of the way through it. Lars had the remote on the arm of the couch to his left, and Leah kept asking for it so she could turn the stupid movie off. Lars refused her, laughing and telling her that it was the greatest movie he had ever seen. Finally, she reached across him with her right hand for the remote, and as she grabbed it his hand landed on hers, and they both just froze with the touch of hand on hand, skin on skin. If she hadn't turned her head for that brief moment, it wouldn't have happened. But she did. 

She turned and looked at Lars, her face only inches from his. Then the most natural thing in the world happened; their faces moved towards each other; their lips met; their eyes closed; their hearts raced. Both found themselves melting into the kiss, unaware of anything but the closeness of the other. Leah's lips parted and Lars' tongue found his way to hers. Arms went around each other, tongues gently caressed, Leah pressed herself into Lars and he could feel her ample breast against his muscled chest.

Suddenly, Leah pulled away.

"I'm sorry," she said, her face still only inches from Lars'. "I can't go there. I'd like to, but I can't. I'm still married." She pulled herself away and sat back on her side of the couch.

Lars completely understood. He had felt stirrings for Leah, but was still convinced that it was best for both of them if their relationship remained platonic. He wasn't ready for the complications of a relationship, and from their conversations, he knew that Leah was still unresolved over how to move forward in her life with a husband who was incapacitated. 

"I understand," he told her softly. "It wasn't right of me to do that."

But Leah wasn't sure that it had been only him and in fact, it had not. It was an action that they had participated in equally. The kiss was not unwanted by either of them, and each had moved towards the other when the moment arrived. And each had felt the surge from the kiss; the racing of the heart, the swelling of the chest, the comfort of the closeness.

"It wasn't wrong of you," Leah responded. "I just can't let myself go down that path. It's not that I didn't like it. I did. But I'm still married, Lars, and for now, at least, I still feel that I have to stay true to my vows." 

"I understand completely," Lars said, looking into her eyes. "And I respect that." He looked at her for a moment. "Let me give you a hug, then," he said in his slight accent, "and we'll go back to just being friends."

She leaned into him, and they hugged. 

"I do care for you, Lars. I really do, just not like that." They both knew it was a lie.

* * * *

And just as a lie can't be untold, the feeling of their kiss couldn't be undone. It hovered over their friendship like a hummingbird, wings flapping furiously, thirsty for more nectar. Leah avoided it, pushing it from her mind, but Lars examined it. He did have feelings for Leah, and he knew that at one point his desire for her would outweigh his caution. 

Leah's subconscious, however, had other things in mind. She invited Lars over for another movie night a week later. Without conscious knowledge of her intent, she made him a lovely dinner, and drank a little more wine than she normally did. The feeling in the room was different that night. There was an electricity between them, an unspoken and unrealized anticipation of what was to come later in the evening. On the couch, she sat just a bit closer to him without realizing it. She touched him more often as they spoke. Looks that met lasted longer. Each searched the other's eyes for a sign of what they had seen when they kissed. Each had trouble concentrating on the movie, but no trouble concentrating on the other.

Leah said she was cold and pulled a blanket from the cedar chest in the living room. She snuggled underneath it, and asked Lars if he was warm enough. When he replied that he was a bit chilly, she moved over and covered him with the blanket as well. Little by little, as they sat together under the blanket, Leah leaned in and finally rested against Lars' muscular body. The lean became a snuggle, and Lars' arm went around her shoulder underneath the blanket. 

It felt so good to Leah to cuddle up to Lars. She could feel the strength of his arm around her shoulder as he gently caressed the top of her arm. She put her hand on his chest and could feel the firmness of his pecs as she lightly caressed him. For his part, Lars had completely lost track of the story in the movie and was focused on the moment. The two of them cuddled on the couch, lightly caressing each other, feeling the warmth and the caring they had for each other.

Their second kiss was inevitable by that time. When the movie finally ended, Leah turned her head up to Lars and silently looked into his eyes. Lars leaned down and their lips met. Gently at first, then with growing passion as each fell into the other. 

Leah broke the kiss and turned, laying across Lars' chest as he held her in his arms. She looked up at him, and their faces moved towards each other again. Another kiss, eyes closing, lips opening, tongues searching. Leah's head felt light and her eyes fluttered as Lars kissed her lips softly, then her nose, then her chin, and finally made it back to her lips. She put her arm around his neck and pulled him to her, passion mounting as she thrust her tongue out of her mouth and into his, searching for his tongue, finding it, and wanting it. She sucked his tongue back into her mouth, and suddenly became aware that she was getting turned on. Her breasts were swelling, her nipples stiffening, and she felt the moisture growing between her legs.

Lars, too, was lost in the kiss and his passion and arousal was growing as well. He felt his cock harden and wondered if Leah could feel it beneath her. He kissed her nose, her eyes, her chin, her cheeks, her neck, but always came back to the hungry mouth that met his with an eagerness he hadn't felt in many years. He held her in his arms and caressed her back as they remained locked in passionate kisses.

Lars let his hand drift towards Leah's side, and he gently rubbed up and down. As they kissed, his hand wandered very naturally towards Leah's heaving breasts. His hand briefly slid across her left breast, then returned to cup it over her bra.

Leah felt Lars' hand moving towards her breast, and although she knew she should stop it before it got there, she felt powerless at that moment, so lost was she in the passion of the kissing. Finally when his hand stopped and held her breast, she knew she had to act. She didn't want to; it felt so wonderful to be touched, but she knew she must. She gently reached up and took his hand, moving it away from her breast. Wanting him to know she wasn't upset by it, she kissed his nose, his cheeks, his chin, his neck. He again returned her kiss with passion, letting her know he was okay with her removing his hand.

They kissed and cuddled for the next hour in the dim light of the living room. Finally, Lars pulled away and told Leah that he should be going. 

"It is getting late," she said. "And we do have class in the morning." They got up from the couch, composed themselves, then Lars went to use the restroom. Leah gathered up their wine glasses from the coffee table and took them into the kitchen. Lars soon appeared in the kitchen doorway to say goodnight.

"I'll walk you out," Leah said. When they got to the door they embraced and kissed again before opening it. 

"Thank you for a wonderful, wonderful evening," Lars said as he looked into Leah's eyes. "It really was something special".

"It was," Leah said, looking down towards the floor. "I think I need some time to digest it, but I don't have any regrets. It felt so natural to kiss you." She looked back up at him and smiled. "I hope we can do it again." 

"Any time," Lars replied, smiling, and walked to the front porch.

"Drive safely," Leah said.

"I will, and sweet dreams," he replied as he gave her a light kiss, then moved towards his car.

Twenty minutes later, alone in her room, Leah had her first orgasm since the accident. Thoughts of Lars' kisses, and the brief touching of her breast filled her head as she touched herself. Lars came as well, about twenty minutes later, as he thought of Leah.

And just as a kiss can't be undone, a breast cannot be untouched. 

* * * * 

Leah went to visit Donny the next day right after class just as she always did. As she stroked his forehead and spoke to him in soft tones, her mind wandered back to the evening before. Kissing Lars had excited her, but the touch of her breast had electrified her and the touch still reverberated in her body. At the same time, she felt guilty.

"Donny," she whispered. "I wish you were here to tell me what to do." She hung her head and wiped away a tear. "I love you so much." She struggled to form her next thought. "I just don't know what to do."

Donny's mother had acknowledged to Leah that one day she would have to move on to a new relationship, and even gave a tacit blessing. But Leah still struggled with the fact that she was married to Donny. He was her husband, even if he was so incapacitated that he didn't know who she was. She wasn't ready to divorce him. It just seemed so cruel and so soon. 

She spent another hour with Donny then went to Starbucks for an iced mocha. Sitting outside in the warmth of the early afternoon, she pondered her situation. By the time her coffee drink was finished, she had come to a resolution. She knew how she would handle it. She opened her purse, pulled out her cellphone and dialed Lars' number.

"Hi, Sunshine," he answered in his offhand English. "You sure ran off in a hurry after class today." 

"I know," she answered. "I had to get to see Donny."

"You're not feeling bad about what happened last night are you?" he asked.

"No," she said. "In fact, I was calling to invite you over tonight." She could almost feel his smile coming through the phone.

"Should I bring my books?" he asked.

"No, you should probably study before you come over. But you can bring Chinese food."

Lars was thrilled by the invitation, and after saying goodbye went to his car. He had told his kids he'd pick them up from school and take them out for ice cream, and it was close to 3:00. He liked to have contact with them during the week when they were at their mother's. Every other weekend just wasn't enough time for Lars to spend with his children, so he often made dates with them to do things together.

After a lot of ice cream and a lot of laughing he delivered them back to their mother's house. The Jeep Grand Cherokee that he'd noticed in the driveway quite often was there, and he suspected that his ex-wife had a new boyfriend. He didn't press the kids for information, though. He figured they'd talk about it when they needed or wanted to. Besides, he thought, I'm seeing someone now, too, kind of.

On his way home he passed Walgreen's. A thought popped into his head, and he turned right at the next corner, circling back to the drug store. He hadn't bought condoms in years, and the same nervousness and embarrassment he felt in his early twenties swept over him as he entered the store. But he thought he should be prepared. Just in case.

* * * *

When he arrived at Leah's a couple of hours later she was fresh out of the shower with wet hair, still in a terrycloth robe. She gave him a little peck and told him to go on into the kitchen and plate up the food while she got dressed. Lars went in and found two plates, dishing up generous helpings of Sweet and Sour Chicken, Chow Mein, and rice. He put two place settings on the kitchen table, complete with chopsticks, ice water, and soy sauce. Spotting a candle on the window sill, he lit it and put it in the center of the table.

Just as he finished Leah came in the room wearing leggings and a peasant-style blouse that hung off the shoulder. He noticed her full breasts jutting against the loose fabric of her blouse, the exposed cleavage, and the fact that there were no apparent bra straps. He suspected that she wasn't wearing a bra at all. The sight of her cleavage and the thought of her bare breasts gave him a quick tingle.

They sat and talked over dinner. The conversation was easy and normal although both knew there was an elephant in the room. It was comfortable for them to just chat as friends, each understanding that they would talk about the elephant when the right time came.

Finally as they finished their meal, Leah addressed the subject that was on both their minds. She told Lars that she had really enjoyed their make-out session the night before and that although she did feel some guilt about it, she wanted to do it again. She told him of her struggle to come to peace with what still, in her mind, amounted to cheating on her husband. She told him how much she cared for him, and how much it meant to her to have him in her life as a friend and as a companion. She leaned across the table and gave him a soft kiss.

"But," she said when the kiss ended. "There have to be limits." Lars wasn't sure what she meant my limits.

"Limits," Lars echoed, thinking of the condom in his wallet. "What kinds of limits are we talking about?"

"Well first," Leah answered, "we have to go slow." Lars nodded his head.

"I agree," he said in response. "Even though I know I really l like you, I'm still a bit afraid of going too quickly into another relationship." 

"And we can't go all the way," Leah said, looking for a response in Lars' eyes. "Kissing is one thing. I mean, friends kiss. Family members kiss. And even friends sometimes play around a little." Lars did not flinch or look away in disappointment. She smiled.

"But I can't have intercourse with another man while I'm still married to Donny," she said. 

Lars felt a slight stab of disappointment, but tried not to let it show. He hadn't realized that he was actually planning on that and how excited he was with the thought of it.

"Well," he answered after her statement had lingered in the air for a while. "I think I can live with that. I mean, we've been friends for two months without having intercourse. I don't think this should change anything." A brave face, but he did feel disappointment.

"Good," she said. "Let's put these dishes in the sink and start a movie." 

"Yeah," he said as he stood up. "And maybe work on that friendship a little bit." She smiled.

They cleared the table and went into the living room. After going through the charade of finding a movie they both thought looked good on Netflix, they settled onto the couch, with Leah snuggled right up to him. They briefly tried to focus on the movie, but both knew what they wanted and within ten minutes they were laid out on the couch, kissing and caressing each other in all the safe places.


The "No Intercourse" Rule



Leah felt so good in Lars' strong arms. As they embraced she pressed her braless breasts against his muscular chest. Breaking the kiss, she nuzzled her nose into his neck and smelled him. He smelled so good. A slight hint of aftershave or cologne added to his own unique scent. She felt her arousal grow as she nuzzled him and gave his neck tiny kisses.

Lars was overwhelmed by the feelings he was having for Leah. He kissed her mouth, her hungry, hungry mouth. He kissed her nose, her cheeks, her forehead, her ears, her neck, always returning to the lips and tongue that he desired so much. He caressed her back, sliding his hand underneath her blouse to run his hand across the bare skin. He confirmed that she wasn't wearing a bra, and it added to his passion.

As they kissed, it reminded Leah of her first months with Donny before they made love. Passionate kissing for hour after frustrating hour. Being so turned on, so wet, so needy to be fucked. But also being so resistant to that new experience. Too afraid to make that step without total commitment. Too afraid of the unknown, but wanting so badly to know what it was to join bodies with a man.

Lars was rubbing Leah's back lightly as they kissed. He began moving his hand up and down her side, close to her breast, but not quite touching it. He was unsure if she would be agreeable to another touch, but she was so passionate in her kisses, so pliant in his arms that he couldn't resist just getting close.

He moved his hand slightly towards her front and slid his hand up from her waist to her under her arm. As he did he felt the swell of her breast against the heel of his hand. He kissed her deeply, and his feelings swirled around him as their tongues swirled around each other's. Again he ran his hand down to her waist, then up again, hand barely rubbing against the edge of her breast. 

Leah felt the slight shift of Lars' hand as he rubbed gently up and down her torso. His hand felt so good on her bare skin. She felt the first brush of his hand against the swell of her breast. She wanted to stop him, to tell him they had to go slow, but felt powerless against her desire. She wanted him to touch her breasts. She wanted him to feel their fullness in his hand. Her erect nipples wanted to feel his touch, to have him squeeze them gently, then take them in his mouth and suck and kiss them. 

Lars kept rubbing up and down, each time getting just a little more of the breast as he passed it. He felt Leah's passion rise as they kissed, and it gave him license to keep moving inward, until finally he felt the brief brush of a stiff nipple as his hand passed over her breast. She gave a soft moan. His strokes got shorter, although still very slow. He wanted to take his time, to take it slowly as Leah had requested. He wanted to give her plenty of time to stop him if that's what she wanted.

But that's not what Leah wanted. When Lars finally brushed against her nipple it was as if a sudden release of adrenalin went through her body. She moaned each time his hand lightly brushed over her nipple. She longed to have him pay attention to that nipple. And to the other one, which was even more sensitive. 

Lars continued to stroke up and down over Leah's breast, each time brushing the erect nipple. He felt her hand come up to take his, and thought he had gone too far, too fast. But instead of pulling his hand away, she stopped it and placed it directly on her breast. She took her hand away, and moved her tongue into Lars' mouth, trying to give him a signal that she wanted him to pleasure her breasts.

As Lars responded to the taste of Leah's tongue, he began rubbing his thumb around her nipple in small circles. Every third or fourth revolution, he would flick his thumb across the nipple and feel the reaction in Leah's body. It was obvious that she was enjoying each flick.

He continued to rub in circles and flick as he moved his kisses to her neck and shoulder. She moaned when he lightly squeezed and pulled on her nipple. He moved his hand across and found her other breast, gently squeezing it, then flicking his thumb against its nipple as well. She moaned again. He heard her whisper.

"Kiss them," she said so softly he almost didn't hear.

But he had heard, and he pulled her blouse up and gently kissed first her left breast, then her right. He avoided the nipples, but placed delicate kisses all over each breast. Leah caressed his head and his hair with both hands as he gently kissed the pale swell of her breasts.

Lars took his time, enjoying the feel of each breast against his lips. Slowly, he began licking instead of kissing. Licking each breast in circles around each nipple. Leah's excitement was increasing; he could feel it. She held his head and guided his mouth to her nipple. He licked across her nipple and he heard her sudden intake of breath. He licked the other and her reaction was the same. She was inhaling in short, sharp breaths through her mouth each time he licked across a nipple.

When he finally took her left nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, swirling his tongue around it, she emitted a long moan. He licked and sucked each nipple slowly, meticulously, learning exactly what Leah liked; what she reacted to and what she didn't.

He was suddenly aware of his hard cock straining against the fabric of his khakis. He unconsciously pressed it lightly against her leg.

Leah was lost in the sensations that Lars was giving her breasts. She was lost in the pleasure that she was feeling. It was as if her body was vibrating with pleasure as he gently sucked and licked each nipple. One soft bite cause a small shudder to go through her body; a kind of mini orgasm. 

But when Lars pressed his hard penis into her leg, she suddenly came back to her senses. Holding his head, she gently pulled him away from her breasts and back up to her face. She kissed him. She kissed his closed eyes and softly whispered, "Thank you." 

They lay on the couch for another half hour or so, cuddling and talking in soft tones. Lars finally rose when the Netflix movie as over.

"I really enjoyed that movie," he laughed.

"Me too," Leah answered. "Now how about my fortune cookie?" And that made Lars laugh.

* * * *

Leah and Lars began spending almost every evening together. Leah's life now consisted of the gym, classes at the Community College, visiting Donny, and time spent with Lars. Over the next month she fell into an easy rhythm for the first time since the accident. 

She and Lars truly enjoyed the time they spent together, and every evening they would spend some time cuddling and kissing, with Lars usually paying attention to Leah's firm, sizeable, sensitive breasts. Although during the next month, they did not move beyond that sexually, they were becoming more familiar and comfortable with each other. As they kissed, they stroked each other's entire bodies, avoiding the forbidden places between their legs, but covering every inch of each other with their hands. Leah loved the way Lars' stroked her butt and, often, she would lay on the couch with her blouse off and her breasts exposed long after they had finished kissing, unembarrassed by her exposure to Lars.

But, humans being human, there was a burning need growing in each of them. Leah feared that her frenzied masturbation after Lars left the house wouldn't be enough to satisfy her for long. While she was still committed to the "no intercourse" rule, her will was beginning to bend when it came to fooling around "down there". 

Lars was also becoming frustrated. While he understood Leah's reluctance, he was ready to move the relationship forward. One evening as they kissed and he was gently sucking on Leah's breasts, he rubbed his hand up the inside of her leg, stopping just short of where her legs met. She was wearing thin cotton short-shorts that went with her nightie, and his hand moved smoothly and lightly across her bare skin. He rubbed back down, then slowly rubbed up her thigh, again stopping just short of her womanly center. He repeated the same motion over and over again, and could feel Leah's breathing become heaving sighs each time he got close. Finally he let his hand continue up along the inside of her thigh and rubbed it lightly up the crotch of her shorts. He could feel the warmth emanating from Leah's pussy as he cupped her mound through the thin material of her shorts.

Leah was enjoying the sensation of Lars kissing and suckling her breasts while rubbing the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. He was coming right up to the edge of her vulva, which was turning her on more and more. If he came more than a couple of inches closer, he would be touching her there. She knew she was soaking wet, and her pussy ached to be touched. Every time he rubbed he was just coming so close. "I shouldn't let him if he tries," she thought to herself. But deep down she knew how hard it would be to stop him. She wanted him to touch her there so badly, yet at the same time didn't want him to, afraid it would take her one more step away from her Donny. She wasn't sure she was ready for that step. 

But he was coming so close, and each time she guiltily hoped he would keep going up, up to her warm, wet, waiting pussy. She wanted his touch so badly, and on each down stroke she was glad, though also a little disappointed that he hadn't. Up again his hand went, coming so close, so close. But this time it didn't go back down. His hand hovered for just a moment, then moved up and scraped the fabric of her shorts against her wet pussy. His palm rubbed up to her clit, then his fingers. Oh, it felt so good! Then he moved his hand back down and cupped her entire vulva in his hand and just held her. It felt so good to be touched.

She felt Lars begin lightly rubbing her pussy through her shorts. God, it felt good to be touched by a man, especially a man as good and fine as Lars. She realized that she had begun involuntarily moving her hips in time with his hand, increasing the pressure each time he rubbed upward, pushing lightly against his hand. Lars began lightly biting her nipple, then sucking it in as she moved against his hand. The fabric of her shorts had become soaked and, as she wasn't wearing any panties, the fabric became completely lubricated and slid along with his hand, creating friction against her lips and her now stiffening clit. It felt so good.

Then she felt Lars move his hand away. For a moment, she thought he was going to stop, but then felt him move the wet fabric of her shorts to the side and slide his finger up along her crevice, up to her swollen clit. When he touched it, she suddenly came to her senses. Yes, it felt good, very good, but she wasn't ready for this. This was a big step; to let Lars touch her there, to give him access inside her. No, she wasn't ready for that yet, and she grabbed his wrist, holding his hand steady, his index finger cradled in the full length of her moist slit, at the opening, but not in.

"Please," she pleaded. "Please don't." 

"What?" Lars answered with alarm as he looked up from her breasts. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, in fact just the opposite," she whimpered. It feels too good, and I'm not ready for that yet. Not ready to feel that way with another man."

"I want you, Leah," Lars said, looking into her eyes.

"I know you do, and I'm sorry," Leah answered. "I want you too, but I can't. I just can't." Lars moved up and took her in his arms. He pulled her to him, and hugged her.

"It's okay," he said. "I understand. But I want you to know that I'm ready when and if you're ready. I'm not afraid to love you anymore. I want to love you." She didn't answer, and he didn't expect her to. He just held her close. "Just so long as you know I'm here for you." 

The entire drive home that night Lars couldn't get his mind off the short touch on her bare pussy. The wispy hair, the slick feel of the skin lubricated by her flowing juices, her swollen and stiff clit, the cleft that was the entryway into her; moist and inviting. 

Leah, too, couldn't shake the electric feeling of the touch either. It had felt so good when Lars was rubbing her pussy through her shorts and kissing her breasts. It made her want him even more; to feel him inside her; to orgasm together from a deep and wonderful fuck. 

They made love to each other that night, from about 8 miles away. Leah was stunned by the intensity of her orgasm thinking about Lars inside her as she made herself come. Lars, too, shot thick ropes of semen as he remembered the brief touch of Leah's wet pussy.

* * * *

And so it went, Lars and Leah having taken one more step. Long bouts of kissing, Lars playing with Leah's bare breasts, and rubbing her wet mound through her panties, or leggings, or pants. One evening Leah was so turned on she couldn't help herself and reached down and began rubbing Lars' stiff cock over his khakis. She explored it, inspected its' length and girth, rubbed it, squeezed it through the material of his pants. Once done it, too, became a part of their months-long foreplay. 

They still were careful about being seen out too much together. Leah didn't want tongues to wag. She still visited Donny daily, dutifully now as her life began to move past him. Dinners with hers became less frequent, the daily phone calls from Donny's mother becoming weekly calls. It may have been old-fashioned, but Leah had always been a woman who centered her life around her man, and now she had two men to care for and care about. She was very aware of how instrumental Lars had been in helping her past the most tragic event of her life, and she was grateful for him every day. 

As summer came, they began spending more time outdoors together. Lars' class schedule was light during summer, and Leah wasn't taking any classes. Leah bought a pair of cheap used kayaks and they found a lake about twenty five miles from town where they could spend the day on the beach sunning, reading, paddling, where nobody knew them and they could be the young lovers they had become. Lars loved seeing Leah in her two-piece swimsuit and Leah, too, enjoyed seeing Lars in nothing but his board shorts, muscles rippling in the sun, blonde hair reflecting the sunlight. 

They had spent a lovely day at the lake and were driving home when Leah suggested they stop for burgers and fries on their way. Still in their swimsuits, they knew they weren't dressed for a restaurant, so went through the drive-through and ate in the car. They ate their greasy dinner listening to the radio, and when the Miley Cyrus song, "Wrecking Ball" came on, Leah laughed and told Lars she was going to twerk for him when they got back to her place. Lars laughed and wiped a smudge of ketchup from the corner of her mouth.

The new season of "Orange is the New Black" had just come out on Netflix and they had finished the fourth episode the night before. They both were looking forward to watching a couple of episodes tonight, and when they arrived at Leah's house she immediately turned on the T.V. and told Lars to get his butt on the couch because the show was starting.

As soon as the first episode was over, Leah started the second. Lars got up to get some water, and when he came back to the couch and plopped down, Leah cuddled up to him. As they watched the episode, they caressed each other and occasionally kissed. It was turning Leah on to be so close to Lars in nothing but his board shorts and unbuttoned Tommy Bahama shirt. Lars, too, was feeling more and more entranced by Leah's almost naked body, clad only in her skimpy two-piece. They rubbed each other's bare skin as they watched. Lars began rubbing the tops of Leah's thighs, running his fingers lightly over her skin, teasing around the edges of the bottom of the two-piece. It just turned Leah on all the more. 

By the time the episode was over they were both almost frantically turned on. Leah turned off the T.V. before the closing credits rolled, and pulled Lars down on the couch to lay together. She began covering his bare chest with kisses, and reached for his cock. When her hand found it, it was hard. The thin material of the swim trunks outlined its shape, and she took it in her hand through the material and stroked it.

Lars reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bathing suit top. Her large, full breasts fell out of the cups and Lars was on them with his mouth. He sucked on each nipple, eager to bring pleasure to his lover. He moved his mouth back and forth between the two hard nubs of her nipples, sucking, kissing, gently pulling on them, giving each an occasional soft love bite. 

He moved his hand down to her crotch and, still sucking and kissing her nipples, put his hand over her mound. The material of her suit was already warm and moist. The suit was so skimpy he could feel the outer lips of her vulva on his fingers as he moved them up and down against her wet pussy. She was leaking fluid, and his hand was soon wet with her lightly scented lubrication. He realized the material was bunching towards the middle when he felt that he was rubbing the swollen lips of her pussy on skin, not material. He put his middle finger against her shielded crevice and lightly rubbed her wet lips with his index and ring fingers while he pushed gently against her opening through the material. He was so close, so close to the treasure he coveted. Her pussy was completely exposed, save for the thin opening to the inside of her vagina. That was still blocked by the material. He rubbed up and down and heard Leah moan.

Leah was more turned on than she'd ever been with Lars. Maybe it was all day in the sun, maybe it was being almost naked with him all day and evening, but all she knew was that she was on fire. Her breasts, her pussy, her heart; all needful and wanting release. When Lars started rubbing her bare vulva, it was almost too much for her. All she could think about was how badly she wanted his cock.

Without pausing to think, Leah untied the string to Lars' shorts and tore open the Velcro fly. She reached into his pants and for the first time, put her hand on the warm, smooth skin of his hard cock. It was so hard, yet the skin was so soft. She was enchanted by it as she began stroking it up and down. She kissed her way down to his stomach, still holding his raging cock in her hand. She kissed his belly button, then kissed down to his pubic hairs, moving his cock to the side as she did. And then she did it. She did what Lars had only dreamed of. She gave one long lick all the way up his shaft, then took the mushroom head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. 

Lars lost access to her wet pussy when she moved to take him into her mouth. The sensation that followed made him forget about her pussy for the moment, as the good feeling was so overwhelming. She licked right up the most sensitive part of his shaft, then took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock while gently squeezing and stroking it with her hand. The feeling was incredible. His wife hadn't licked or sucked him for at least four years before the divorce and he had almost forgotten how good it felt to have a woman hungrily suck, lick, and stroke his wet cock. 

Leah was just getting started. Lars' cock felt so good in her hand, and she couldn't get enough of it in her mouth. She licked and stroked, sucked and licked, stroked and sucked and licked at it, sending waves and waves of pleasure through Lars.

She realized that he had stopped rubbing her vulva and could see that she had moved to a position in which he didn't have access when she started licking him. She turned on the couch, bringing her cunt to where he could reach it. He was immediately back on it, the material still bunched in her slit. He rubbed her bare, slick cunt on both sides and pressed the material into her cleft. He found her clit through the wet material, and rubbed it in circles with his thumb. He wasn't sure if he was rubbing the material or rubbing directly on it, but he could tell from Leah's reaction that he was hitting the right spot. 




The "No Intercourse" Rule



He was beginning to feel as if he were going to come if she kept doing what she was doing. Leah was so turned on she started getting the feeling as well. The way he was rubbing her clit, she thought. He must be right on it without the material wedged between. Either way, she was in no position to stop him, it was feeling far too good and she thought, much to her surprise, that she might climax if he kept it up. 

Lars grabbed her hips and pulled her up on him, so her pussy was just inches from his face. He pulled downward on her hips, and she slid down just a bit, bringing her wet snatch right into his face. Lars pulled the material out of her slit and pushed it aside as he buried his face in her and started licking up and down her soaking slit. His tongue sought out her clit and he began giving long licks up her swollen lips, landing on her clit, and swirling his tongue around it. Little by little he focused more and more on her clit, licking it, up and down, flicking it with his tongue. He loved the taste of her.

With Lars licking her bare pussy and clit, Leah was getting more and more excited by the 69 and was at a feverish pitch. She felt the orgasm coming and started moaning and moving her cunt against Lars' face. Suddenly it rushed over her, her climax, her release. She came hard, crying out as she did.

Lars was so close and trying to hold back, but when Leah came, he could hold out no longer. The first gush of his orgasm shot out of him onto Leah's cheek as she grimaced from the power of her own orgasm. The first was followed by a second, and a third and a fourth as Leah moved her head away. Each pearly rope of cum fell on his stomach as he spurted again and again and again as Leah milked him, coaxing out every last drop.

Leah stroked him gently and carefully as he came down from his climax. Lars kissed Leah's pussy, thighs and pelvis as she came down from hers. When their hearts had returned to normal beating, Leah lifted herself off Lars, turned around, and lay back down on him, kissing his neck and whispering thank-you in his ear.

They had crossed another line that evening. And as with other lines they had crossed, they couldn't uncross it. Oral sex on uncovered genitals became a part of their lovemaking routine. Orgasms, most often simultaneous, became a part of their shared experience. 

The next time she and Lars were together, they got completely naked for the first time. It just seemed natural as they started kissing, then rubbing, then licking, that they should have complete access to each other's bodies. The "no intercourse rule" was still in effect; Leah still felt strongly that she was a married woman and that it would be wrong to have intercourse with another man, but she and Lars enjoyed each other's bodies in every other way.

Three months had gone by, and another two would pass before they made the next fated step in their sexual relationship.

* * * *

Leah still talked to Donny when she visited, and nowadays she often found herself talking to him about Lars. It was comforting to share what was going on in her life, even if she knew he couldn't understand, and that if he could he would find it hurtful. She was sharing herself with him in the only way she could. She almost felt as if Donny was slipping further away as the weeks passed. He wasn't in a coma, but it seemed that what little light there was in his eyes was dimming each day. 

Summer had turned to Fall, and Lars was back in school. Leah and Lars had taken a secret trip to the coast together just before school started and it was there that Leah decided she wouldn't sign up for any classes. She was considering going back to work, and wanted to keep her options open. It wasn't that she needed the money; it was more that she needed more to do. She visited Donny almost every day, and that was time consuming, but he didn't really need her anymore. She wasn't sure any longer if she was visiting for him, or for herself. She saw Lars most evenings, and that was the best time of her day. They made their version of love three or four times a week now, and still occasionally twice on the same day. It wasn't fucking, but it was the next best thing, and each often felt they couldn't get enough of the other. 

Lars had a heavy load at school that term. He was actually starting to get into the accounting classes and his study load was heavy. He usually studied at home for a few hours after school, then took his books over to Leah's, where he would continue to until 7 o'clock. Then they'd have a bite to eat together, and would either watch T.V. or make love. On the weekends, they did both. Lars never stayed over, and they never went to Leah's bedroom, which she had shared with Donny. They had slept together in a king-sized bed at the coast, but there had been little sleeping and much kissing and touching.

One Saturday night, well into the school term, they had eaten and were looking for a movie on the new "On Demand" feature that Leah had ordered from her cable company. As Lars scrolled through the On Demand movie categories, he came across "Adult on Demand".

"So they have blue movies on your new movie channel?" he laughed. "Is that why you got it?"

Leah was a bit surprised. "I didn't even know they had those when I ordered it. I've never even seen one." She thought for a moment. "So they install that and anybody's kids can just watch them?"

"No," Lars chuckled. "They have parental controls so you can lock them out. Do you want me to show you?"

"Show me a movie or show me the parental control?" Leah joked.

"Well, I'd be glad to do either," Lars answered. Leah didn't think he was joking.

"Let's see what they have, then we'll decide which way to go on that one," Leah said, getting a little bit excited at the thought of watching a forbidden pornographic movie. She sat down on the couch next to Lars, who began scrolling through the categories. When he got to the category "For Couples", he clicked on it.

"Here's movies for couples to watch together," he said. "Let's see what they have there." He clicked through the movies and figured out how to click on the descriptions for each movie. He found one that had 4 ½ stars and was rated high for couples. It was about a busty housewife who was bored with her husband and started banging all the neighbors.

"It's $9.99," Lars said. "Are you willing to spend that much just to see what it's like?"

"Sure," Leah answered. "If it's no good we'll make our own."

Lars laughed and began the process of purchasing the movie while Leah turned off the lights. The idea of watching a porno titillated her. It seemed so forbidden, and she wondered what she'd see.

Cuddling up to Lars she asked him if he'd ever seen one, and he told her he'd have to take the Fifth Amendment on that. The movie started. The acting was poor, she thought, and the story pretty weak. The woman looked slutty but had an incredible body. Leah was getting turned on by the anticipation, though nothing had even happened sexually on the screen yet.

When a boy of about nineteen delivered groceries, the woman seduced him. In almost no time, she had his pants down and his cock in her mouth. Leah couldn't believe what she was seeing. The woman was sucking off the guy, and they were showing close-ups of his cock going in and out of her mouth. It excited Leah and she pushed herself into Lars. 

"I can't believe that," she said. "I mean, she's sucking that guy off right on camera!" She shifted in her seat as her pussy started to throb.

"Yes, and she's good at it, too," Lars said. "I can almost feel what she's doing." As he said that the woman pulled her skirt up to reveal a shaved pussy and that she was wearing nylons and garters. Neither of them was surprised that she wasn't wearing any panties. The woman boosted herself up onto the kitchen table and spread her legs. The 19 year-old fell to his knees on the floor in front of her and started eating her. The woman moaned and panted as the camera zoomed in for a close-up of the kid's tongue licking and sucking every fold and contour of the older woman's cunt. 

Leah reached over and felt for Lars' cock. When she found it in his pants, it was hard. "I guess you like this movie," she said, giving his cock a squeeze. "Maybe we'll have to keep this service."

The kid stood up and put his 9 inch boner right up to the older woman's shaved lips. Leah had never seen a shaved pussy before. He rubbed it up and down her slit a few times, then she grabbed it and held it up to her opening. The boy slowly slid his full length into the woman as Leah watched, wide-eyed, as it gradually disappeared up her cunt.

"Oh, my god!" she said. "He's screwing her right there!" The young man began sawing his cock in and out of the moaning woman. It was as if a fire had been lit in Leah's panties. She watched as the camera zoomed in on the hard cock going in and out of the woman. Each time he slid outward, the woman's lips bulged out, then disappeared when he pushed it back in. Leah could see every drop of lubrication as the boy expertly fucked the woman, who was now shouting obscenities.

Leah realized that she was still holding Lars' cock in her hand, and she absently began jacking it up and down as the scene on the T.V. built to a crescendo. The boy pulled out and squirted his load all over the woman's breasts and stomach. She moaned and rubbed it all over herself, which turned Leah on, even though she thought it was kind of disgusting.

She felt Lars shift, and he reached over and put his hands down the front of her sweatpants. "Let's see if it's having any effect on you," he said, sliding his hand down into her crotch. When he found a creamy mess in her pants, he said, "Looks like it's doing the same thing to you it's doing to me." He pulled out his hand and Leah could see his fingers coated with her juices.

After a little more bad acting, it came to another scene. The woman had gone next door to borrow sugar from her two black neighbors. Within three minutes, she was blowing one of them while the other fiddled with her twat. The scene went on and on with the two men screwing her in a variety of positions and combinations.

Lars was becoming very aroused watching the action on the screen. It was difficult for him to watch the scenes of hard cocks going in and out of a wet vagina. That which was being denied him was being shown graphically on the screen and it was driving him insane. He was harder than a rock.

It was having the same effect on Leah, and combined with what Lars was doing with his hand in her pants, and the fact that she had been holding his stiff cock in her hand for the entire movie was making her hornier than she'd ever been in her life. Finally, she couldn't take in anymore and told Lars to pull his pants down.

As soon as he did she put her head in his lap and took his cock in her mouth. She turned her head so she could see the screen and watched as the two men simultaneously had their large cocks in the woman's vagina as she licked and sucked at Lars' hard member. She was careful to go slow; to not make him come too soon.

Lars was getting too close to coming and he told Leah to sit back down on the couch. When she did, he pulled off sweatpants and panties in one fell swoop, then pulled on her legs to get her pussy right up to the edge of the couch. He dived in and started licking her soaking wet lips, then plunged his tongue inside her as she watched the action on the screen over the top of his head. It was the first time he had ever entered her in any way. Wanting to keep within the boundaries she had set he had set, he had always just licked the outside of her pussy and made her come by stimulating her clit. 

When he thrust his tongue up her hole, Leah groaned and forgot all about the movie. Suddenly it just became a distraction to what was going on between her legs and she reached over and grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. Lars was tongue fucking her, stopping only to lick and suck on her clit from time to time. It felt so good and she held the sides of Lars' head as he worked his tongue in and out of her flaming hole.

"God, I want to fuck you," Lars said, looking up.

"We can't," Leah answered. Lars went back to sticking his tongue up her, then flattening his tongue and rubbing it against her stiff clit. "I'm still married," Leah panted. Leah had an idea, but held it for just a moment, afraid that it might be the wrong decision. As Lars worked her with his tongue, her desire finally overcame her willpower.

"We can just touch it up there, though," she finally said. "That's not having intercourse, is it?"

"No," Lars immediately replied. "It's not. Just so long as I don't put it in."

"Yes, don't put it in," Leah answered quicky. "But just touch it up there. Do it now." She was so hot she couldn't believe it, and she scooted forward on the couch so her wet, raw pussy was right at the edge of the cushion. 

Lars got up on his knees and moved towards the couch, his hard cock sticking straight out in front of him. He took it in his hand and pointed it towards Leah's waiting pussy. He touched just the tip to her wet cleft, and using his hand, started moving it up and down along her slit, all the way up until the tip of his penis was massaging Leah's exposed clit. Then down along the wet slit, rubbing her lips with his mushroom head, feeling both of her outer lips rubbing the sides of his cockhead.

He paused for a moment right at her opening, wanting to push it in. He could almost feel it sliding smoothly up her pussy. He hesitated.

"No," she said when he had paused just a moment too long. "Don't put it in. Just rub it against me." 

He grabbed her legs and pulled them up, placing her pussy at a 45 degree angle going upwards. In that position, he could lay his cock right on the length of her wet slit with the bulbous head against her clit. He started moving up and down, rubbing the bottom side of his penis against her wet opening. With each thrust up, he rubbed the most sensitive part of his penis, the frenulum, directly against her most sensitive part, her clit.

His cock was enveloped by her outer lips as he moved up and down the entire length of her pussy, his cock buried in the swollen meaty folds. He wasn't inside her, but he was completely cradled in her vulva. He knew he was hitting all the right places by Leah's frantic moaning.

He sensed that she was getting close to coming, and he slowed his movements. He wanted her to remain at a peak for a bit longer so he could keep enjoying the feeling of his hardness against her wetness. He pulled away a little, and his cock fell so the tip was again right at her opening. He wanted to put it in so badly.

Leah was hardly breathing. She was in a place she had never even been in with Donny. She was mad with desire in a way she never knew existed. Without thinking she said, "If you put just the tip in, that's not really having sex is it?"

"No," groaned Lars. "Not if I don't put it all the way in and come in you."

"Just put the tip in, then," said Leah. She was on fire.

Lars pushed and felt himself slide in just a little bit; about halfway up the head of his throbbing cock.

"Oh!" Leah cried out. The tip of Lars' cock had entered her and she couldn't believe how good it felt. Lars worked his cock in that position, just making tiny movements in and out, not more than an inch. Leah was moaning with her eyes closed, her face scrunched up in ecstasy.

"That's it, no further," Leah moaned as Lars kept up the micro-movements that were making her shudder with pleasure.

Lars worked his cock in and out like that for about three minutes, then gave another little push and felt a little pop as his head finally went all the way in and Leah's nether lips closed around behind it.

"Oh!" Leah cried out again. "That's far enough! No further!" But she didn't resist when Lars began screwing her in that position; pulling his cock out just a little, then pushing it back in until they both felt that pop. The entire shaft of his penis was still outside, just the mushroom-shaped head buried in Leah's opening. She was reaching a feverish pitch as the head of his cock pushed against her G-spot.

"Oh, God!" she screamed. "I'm gonna come!"

Lars continued his tiny movements as Leah spasmed with a huge orgasm that shook her entire body. Lars again felt such a strong urge to just push it all the way in, but respecting Leah's wishes, just kept to his tiny movements as Leah enjoyed a long series of small orgasms after the big one.

When she was done, she reached around his neck and pulled him to her. She gave him a passionate kiss, then said, "Now rub it up against me like you were doing. I want to feel you come that way." 

Lars pulled his cock from the opening to Leah's hole and laid it in her wet cleft again. He was so turned on it didn't take long moving up and down her lubricated slit until he felt his cum rising from his balls. With a long groan he let loose a huge load that spattered onto Leah's tangled patch of pubic hair and up onto her tummy.

He fell onto her, and they kissed and embraced, their genitals laying against each other, wet and spent.

* * * *

Lars and Leah went on like this for another two months; Lars putting just the tip of his penis in Leah until she climaxed, then rubbing himself off, cradled in the folds of her labia, but not inside her. They both were convinced in their minds that they weren't actually having intercourse, although in fact they really were. Leah was one of those 20% of women who could climax from penetration; evidently even slight penetration, and Lars had convinced himself that rubbing his cock along her wet slit and coming into her pubic hair and onto her belly was just as good as the real thing. Deep down, though, he knew it wasn't and he longed to have proper sex with her.

One evening as they sat at the small table in Leah's kitchen and made small-talk, Leah suddenly changed the subject abruptly. 

"I've been thinking," she said. "I may be ready to divorce Donny." It surprised Lars, and he looked at her but said nothing.

"It's been 16 months since the accident," she went on. "He's not coming back. In fact, he's going downhill." Donny had been slipping in and out of a coma for the past month or so.

"Well," Lars said. "From my personal point of view, I would certainly like to see that happen." He paused. "I'd like our relationship to be able to move forward." 

"I know," Leah replied. "That's a part of it for me, too."

"But I also know you have to be sure of it. I'd feel horrible if a year down the road you blamed me for divorcing Donny." 

"I've had the same thought," Leah answered. "I won't do that. I know it's my decision."

"Look," Lars said. "Why don't you talk to Donny's parents. Talk to your own parents. You can even see a counselor to talk it out if you need to." He took both Leah's hands in his own. "I can tell you one thing from my perspective, though." He paused and looked into her eyes. "I will never diminish or minimize what you had with Donny. And, should you and I be together over the long haul, I will accept him as a part of our relationship, a part of who you are and what we are." Tears formed in Leah's eyes.

"I love you," she whispered. Those words had never been spoken between the two of them.

"I love you, too," Lars answered.

Leah talked to Donny's parents and her own about it. They unanimously supported her in whatever decision she made, and she promised Donny's parents that should she decide to go forward with the divorce, she would never abandon Donny and would always be there for him and for them. Although she was an infrequent church-goer at the Episcopal Church, she went to talk with Father Frederickson about the trouble she was having making the decision. He listened patiently and counseled her that only she knew what was in her heart, and that through meditation and prayer, God would help her make the right decision.