0 comments/ 31107 views/ 11 favorites Bed of Rose's By: thecelt This is my interpretation of the song by the Statler Brothers titled Bed of Roses. Maybe it is not what the song intended, but this is mine. I hope you enjoy it. As always, edited by Angel Love * I went down into the dark basement, looking around as I descended. I never liked it down here. It was scary and it freaked me out, but I had a job to do. I stepped onto the concrete floor and moved quickly to the stack of boxes in the corner. I didn't turn on the light since I knew exactly where to look. I reached around behind the biggest one and felt for the bag I knew was there, I fully expected a big rat to bite my fingers but it didn't happen. I felt the bag with relief and pulled it out. I dropped the two dollars Mrs. Johnson had given me for cleaning out her garage into the bag, twisted the top closed again and stuffed it back into its hiding place. Back upstairs, I looked at the clock on the kitchen wall, noting it was almost six o'clock and knew that mom and dad would probably not be back until late. Probably drunk again as usual but that was OK since it meant he would ignore me. If he was drunk enough, I could probably make it through the next morning without getting smacked around. Maybe, if I was lucky. I wanted to go back down and count my money but I was afraid that he would come home unexpectedly and catch me down there. If he did, he would find my stash. I watched TV till bedtime and then crawled onto the foldout cot that served as my bed. I pulled the covers over my head and said a silent prayer that this time it would be OK and he wouldn't come in. I fell asleep and didn't wake when they came home, both falling down drunk. But it was OK since he was thankfully too drunk to come at me. At least he must have been since he left me alone. The next day was a bad one. Dad was angry about something he said mom did last night and they fought and yelled at each other until mom finally screamed at him and ran out of the house. I heard the car pull out and then nothing. I was sitting on the steps out in back when he came out. He yelled at me and grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me into the house. He was screaming about dinner and wanted to know why I hadn't fixed him something to eat. I didn't know how to cook and I told him that, but he didn't buy it. When I again refused, he smacked me across the mouth and then kicked me when I fell to the floor. It hurt like hell and I began to cry. That made him more angry and he kicked me again. It went on for what seemed like hours but eventually he stormed out of the house and I heard the truck leave. When I finally pulled myself up off the floor, I decided then and there that I had enough. I was bruised, hurting where he had kicked me and bleeding from the nose where he slapped me. I had enough! No more! I made up my mind right then and there and went downstairs to my hiding place. I pulled out the bag, not caring about the rats waiting to bite me and took my bag and went back upstairs. I pulled out all of the money and counted it. $67.45, enough for the bus ticket out of here. I was twelve years old, smart enough for my age and fed up with being smacked around by a drunk. Mom wouldn't say anything to stop him because he would smack her around if she did. Well, OK, I was gone! My bus ticket in hand, I boarded the huge Greyhound bound for anywhere but here. I sat by the window and watched carefully to see if he would show up. I thought I saw him several times but it wasn't him. I was getting away! He couldn't find me if I left and I would be safe. I held my breath as the doors closed with a hiss and the breaks released with a clicking, clanking sound and the bus began to move. I was on my way to safety. Away from both of them. I was only twelve, but I was on my own. We left Wichita, Kansas heading south. My ticket would take me to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma but I didn't plan on going that far. I wanted mainly to get out of town so they couldn't find me or know where I went. So, I settled in and watched as the bus drove out of the city and into the surrounding openness. It was about an hour later when the bus stopped at a small roadside rest stop and I got out. I looked around, saw a fair sized road leading east and west and made my decision. This was it. This was where I got off. I had only my small duffel bag so I took it with me, pretending on going to the bathroom, then sneaking off to the back of the stop into a stand of trees. I settled down there to wait until the bus left again. It was twenty minutes later when I moved back to the rest stop and went in for supplies. Fortified with five packages of cheese crackers and a carton of orange juice, I moved to the side of the road and began hitchhiking. I stood there for only fifteen minutes or so before a pickup truck stopped. The man asked me where I was going and I just said east, so he beckoned me into the back and we were off. I was going farther away by the minute and as I did, I felt more and more safe and happy. I leaned back against the cab of the truck and looked around at my new surroundings. Stillwater. That was where I stopped to make my new home. It was a small town of about 70,000 and it was just what I wanted. I wandered around until I found a small suburb that seemed just right. It had a couple of strip malls and some individual stores that were perfect for what I wanted. I found an empty old wooden building, back off the street, that served as a hiding place for stray dogs and cats and moved in. I scraped a clear space for myself and decided on what I would need. A couple of blankets, a nice deep box with a top, and some more food. I could steal what I needed and did so over the next two days. By the end of the third day, I was set. A place to sleep, plenty of places to swipe what I needed and some store backs with trash that would yield some real treasures. Not too different from what I had come to depend on back in Wichita. Drunk parents don't do much shopping and a fridge full of beer is a poor meal. I became known around the little community where I settled and a lot of folks didn't like me being there. A lot of them would yell at me when they saw me, the shop owners would shoo me out when I came in and in general they considered me a pest. Several times, I saw cop cars driving around slowly, probably looking for me but I was too small and I could hide when I spotted them. I lived this way for about six months before noticing this beautiful woman who came into my favorite store every Wednesday morning without fail. I watched her for a couple of weeks before venturing in the store when she was there. As I sidled close to the counter while she was waiting for her purchases to be totaled, I heard the clerk, a young man named Henry, call her Miss Rose. He seemed very nervous around her and I wondered why. She was tall, very long blonde hair, a voice that reminded me of a church choir and she smelled so very nice. I watched her as she picked up her bag and started out of the store. Just as she was about to walk out the door, she turned, looked right at me and said, "Would you like to help me with this bag?" I was struck dumb! How had she noticed me? I was too cool to be caught by someone like her, and anyway, she was too fine for someone like me. But she was looking right at me! I had no choice but to nod my head and run after her. Out the door and down the street, her leading and me following. We reached a very nice truck. One with all the fancy trimmings and she beckoned me to her. I went like a dumbstruck kid without a mind of his own. Maybe I was being led to the slaughter but at the time, I didn't care. I would have followed her anywhere. She smiled at me, making my legs buckle, and just pointed to the back of the truck. I climbed up and sat back against the cab. She put the bag of groceries right next to me, telling me to hold on tight and we left. We drove out of the little suburb, down a back road where she turned off onto a gravel drive. It wound around a little clump of evergreens and on the other side I saw this big old house. It looked grand to me. Big columns like you see sometimes in pictures and a whole lot of windows, all with white lacy curtains blowing with the breezes. They were all open. She pulled around to the back and parked next to the large back porch. I hopped out and grabbed the bag of groceries ready to follow her inside. She never looked back but went straight to the back door and inside. As I got to the door, she pushed it open and held it for me. Inside was a huge kitchen with lots of cabinets and a huge old stove that was bigger than any I had ever seen. She told me to put the bag down on one of the counters and I did as she instructed. I had to lift it very high since the counters were almost too tall for me to reach. But I got it safely on the counter and then stood back, my hands behind my back, waiting. I hoped she would give me a dollar for helping her but I did worry a little about hitch hiking back to where my things were. If I left now, I could get there in plenty of time, before it got dark. Instead, she had me sit down at the table and without a word, she fixed me a sandwich of real meat and a glass of ice cold milk. It was the best meal I had since way before I ran away. Like I said, drunks don't do a lot of shopping. As I ate, she put away the groceries and then taking a cup of coffee, she sat down across from me and watched me finish that glorious sandwich. "My name is Rose. What's yours?" I told her my name was Richard Wallace Bing and I was twelve years and three months old. I didn't tell her where I was from but did tell her I lived close to the store. She listened, nodded her head like she believed me and just watched me finish the sandwich and milk. "Why don't you tell me the real reason you're running the streets with no one to take care of you. And don't you lie to me. I gave you some food and a glass of milk so you owe me at least the truth. I promise I won't turn you in or anything like that." There was something about Miss Rose that got to me. I just found myself wanting to tell her everything and before I had any sense, I did just that. I told her all of it. I told her about my drunken parents, my dad smacking me around, my mom looking the other way, me catching the bus and hitch hiking from the interstate to here and then finding the old building to live in. She listened so carefully to everything I told her, asking a few questions when I wasn't too clear and then just nodding and letting me talk. I spilled my guts to her and somehow felt much better afterwards. Something about Miss Rose made me want to trust her. I had done it and now I could only wait for her to do something. "That's a very sad story Richard Wallace. I do believe it is one of the saddest stories I have heard for a very long time. I need to think on it now. But I don't think that old building is a good place for you to stay. I have an idea. Follow me." Miss Rose took me down a long hall leading toward the back of that grand old house and she opened the door to a large room with big windows that was full up with boxes full of who knows what. It seemed that it was just junk that had been collecting for years, or at least that's what she told me. She asked me right out if I thought I could get those boxes moved out of that room and piled in the back of her truck. When I told her yes, for sure, thinking that she would surely give me at least two or three dollars for all that, she hit me with the first of those priceless gifts she was to give me over the coming years. "If you can get this room empty of this junk, I think it would be a perfect room for a boy your age to spread out in. We can find a few things, like a bed and maybe a chest of drawers that would be a nice addition. How about that, Richard Wallace?" Well, you can believe that I got all those boxes out of that room in no time. I was very careful not to scratch her fancy truck but I got them all in, along with a few other odd pieces of furniture I found buried under those boxes. By day's end, the room was empty and I was standing in the middle of it, just looking around, the light from those wonderful big windows shining on me and making me feel like a King in his castle. I was lost in the wonder of it when I heard a voice behind me. "Well, well. What have we here? Looks like a little man to me. What do you think girls?" I tuned to find three women, dressed in what looked like see-through nighties and robes looking at my new room. They were all very beautiful and their faces were made up like they were ready to go out for the evening, none of which made any sense if they were ready for bed. "You girls get! This is Richard Wallace and he is off limits to you. Make no mistake, he is a guest in this house and he is working for me. Isn't that right Richard Wallace?" It was Miss Rose and the girls all acted like she was their boss. They all curtsied to her and moved back from the door. Miss Rose watched them go and turned to me. She looked at the room and smiled that wonderful smile of hers. "A very nice job, Richard Wallace. A very nice job, indeed. Let's take a ride and get rid of those boxes and pick up the rest of your things. I do have to get back before it gets dark." We drove back into the center where the vacant house was and I ran in quickly to grab my few things. One look around and I said goodbye and good riddance. I piled my stuff in the truck and climbed in beside her. She drove down the block and pulled into an alley and around behind a big brick building. She went inside for a minute and returned with two very big men. They moved to the back of the truck and began to unload those boxes I had moved. I quickly grabbed my stuff and protected it from their efforts and within no time at all, the truck was empty. After Miss Rose spoke to the two men and then waved goodbye, we drove back to the house and to my new home. I was to find out later, that the day Miss Rose took me under her wing was a Wednesday, and Wednesday's were one of the two days a week she didn't open for business. The other was Sunday, of course. I also found out later that Miss Rose owned and operated a bordello, or a whore house as it was commonly known around Stillwater. She had seven ladies working for her and I had already seen three of them. on the phone I started to go with her every Wednesday to the store and to do other chores that she saved for that day. In return, Miss Rose began to find little pieces of furniture for my room and she made sure I took meals three times a day. Miss Rose never cooked but there was a little lady who did. Her name was Ling Li and she was Chinese or something and she was a very good cook. She also worked for Miss Rose in the evenings only. There was another woman there who started to work with me on my schooling. Not that I wanted that, but Miss Rose insisted. The lady, Veronica, seemed to enjoy it and I had to admit, she made me work hard. I learned more than if I had stayed in school. As time passed, I grew bigger and stronger and learned a lot from Veronica. She gave me some books on home repair and she suggested I learn what I could since Miss Rose thought it would be good if I could do some of the repairs around the house. I did and became quite good at most things. The older I got, the more I learned. Miss Rose once told me that the house had never been in such good repair in years. I was pleased since all I ever wanted to do was make Miss Rose proud of me. I loved Miss Rose. I learned the names of all the girls who worked for Miss Rose. There was Veronica or Ronny, Ling Li or Lee, Pamela or Pammy, Judith or Bunny, Janet or Candy, Alice or April, Ruth or Robin and Miss Rose herself. All the girls had their second name which they used at the house. I learned their real names during the time I lived there. I later found out why they had two names. Funny thing was that Miss Rose was just known as Miss Rose. While I eventually found out what the girls actually did at the house, I was never allowed to enter those rooms or go out to the main house during the times they were 'open for business'. That was Miss Rose's rule and there were no exceptions. Any girl who broke that rule would be fired on the spot, no questions asked. Miss Rose told me that too, just so I would know that someone would pay if I broke the rule by myself. I never did. The other thing I learned was that when Miss Rose and I went into town to do the shopping, nobody would speak to her unless it was for business purposes. Like the young clerk the first time I saw her. If she was walking down the street, people would step off the curb or cross the street rather than meet her. She often spoke to someone she saw but they would never return her greetings. I wondered about it for the first several years but then later, figured it out on my own. It was both shame on the part of some of the men folk and anger or envy from the women. Miss Rose didn't seem to mind but she was always very quiet on the way back from those trips. On my sixteenth birthday, Miss Rose called me into her room. I had never been there before, even for a visit. It was a Sunday and the bordello was closed to business. I went with my heart in my mouth, fearing that I had done something to displease Miss Rose. She was sitting in a high backed chair next to the huge fireplace. There were plants and stuff in the fireplace so I guessed it didn't work. I wondered for a minute if she wanted me to fix it for her. I looked around that room and it was something to see. The ceiling was almost ten foot high and was covered with metal. It was brass and it shone bright as day. The walls were papered with a wallpaper that was almost like velvet. I knew because I actually felt it with one hand when I entered. The floor had this deep, red plush carpet that felt like you sank at least a foot deep into it. The windows were floor to ceiling almost and had heavy drapes that looked like rugs. In the middle of the room was the bed. The bed. That's all I can say. It was the biggest thing I had ever seen, at least two or three body lengths wide and so high there was a three step platform on one side. The headboard was massive and made of a dark wood, polished to a shine. The comforter was special made because it was all one piece and covered the bed from head to foot. The pillows were big and there must have been ten of them across the head. There was a big rug behind the bed on the wall and it showed a picture of a young woman, nude, laying on a carpet of flowers. I guess it was knitted right into the rug. The whole thing was breathtaking. Even to a 16-year-old. I stood there, made unable to speak by that room and that bed. I just stared at it like a stupid person. Miss Rose watched me with a smile on her face and gave me time for it all to sink in. Then she spoke to me as she always did; quietly, with a little laugh in her voice. "You are sixteen today and it's time you learned to drive. I don't need to make so many trips into town now that you can go on your own. Judith will begin teaching you today. You will use my truck, so see that you don't cause me any grief by banging into something with it. Do you understand Richard Wallace?" I was speechless, as I often was with Miss Rose so I just nodded my understanding. I was overjoyed of course. I loved that truck and I had watched Miss Rose drive it and I knew I was going to be able to do it myself with a little help. Judith and I started that day as promised and within three weeks, she determined I was ready to get my permit. We drove into the DMV on a Wednesday and I had it. I drove back legal like. We studied for the test and I got my license a month later. I could drive! From then on, I did most of the shopping and other things that required driving. It was a ball for me, both driving that wonderful truck with all the power equipment and the bells and whistles but more so since I could see more things while I was in town. I took to going places a different route each time I went. Soon, I knew the whole area like I knew the back of my hand. But, I never stayed long. I wanted to get back to the house and my studies. I had found a new love; learning. I couldn't get enough and Veronica encouraged me. She got whatever books I needed and finally got me a library card that I could use to get whatever I wanted. I studied, everything I could. Bed of Roses He pushed her gently through the open door, making sure that her eyes were completely covered. Manoeuvring her through the small apartment, he ushered her into the dimly-lit bathroom and closed the door behind them. “Open”, he said, uncovering her eyes. He watched her blink several times as her eyes adjusted to the change of lighting, and then watched as she broke out in a wide smile. She threw her arms around him and pressed her lips firmly against his. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.” “You are the BEST boyfriend in the world, did you know that?” She kissed him again and then looked around their small bathroom. There were candles everywhere, the flames creating flickering patterns on the white tiled walls. Rose petals had been scattered all over the floor, and the tub was full with steaming water and frothy bubbles. “That’s not all.” He winked and opened one of the cabinets, emerging seconds later with two glasses and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. He popped the cork and poured, handing a glass over to her. She took it gladly and sipped, savouring the crisp taste and the feel of the bubbles against her tongue. “Well, you have thought of everything!” He smiled, and took the glass out of her hands. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her softly, tasting the champagne on her lips. Pulling away, he looked at her face; the beautiful brown eyes, the well sculpted bone structure, and the full, pouty pink mouth. He had fallen in love with those features over two years ago, and never tired of seeing them. With slow, well-practised hands, he began to undress her; uncovering the body that, despite having seen hundreds of times before, still thrilled him. He unbuttoned her white shirt, letting it fall to the tiled floor and then, after removing her shoes, slid off her jeans. He stepped back, away from her, drinking in every inch of her slim body now encased only in a lacy white bra and matching thong. “What are you staring at?” “I don’t know, but it’s sexy as hell.” She smiled, her lips parting to reveal straight white teeth. “How about if I took this off?” She traced the material of her bra with one finger; running it lightly over a nipple. She met his gaze and ran her tongue over her lower lip slowly. Hooking a thumb under each strap, she lowered them down her arms, until her breasts threatened to spill out over the edges of the cups. Removing her arms from the straps, she held the flimsy garment against her breasts, grinning as she teased him. “Hey, who’s birthday is it? Yours or mine?” She laughed at his little joke and kissed him again as he moved closer. His hands moved slowly up and down her back, finally resting at the fastening of her bra. With ease, he snapped it open and felt it slip down between their bodies to join the rest of her clothes on the floor. He pulled her closer, feeling her breasts crush against his chest. He slid his hands down her back again, letting them rest on the swell of her buttocks. He gave them a playful squeeze and laughed as she protested loudly. He hooked his fingers into the soft waistband of her thong and pulled down, allowing her to help him with their removal. Satisfied that his woman was completely naked, once again he stepped away and looked at her. She rolled her eyes and crossed the bathroom. Grabbing an elastic hair band, she gathered up her long dark hair and tied it up in a loose knot on the top of her head. She picked up her glass of champagne and took another sip, eying her boyfriend over the rim of her glass. “Well, what next?” He didn’t answer for a second, his attention was directed elsewhere. His gaze travelled the whole length of her body. Her small delicate feet, her toenails painted a deep red. Her long, slim, lightly-tanned legs and smooth slender thighs. Her womanly hips and flat, toned stomach. He allowed himself a while longer when his gaze rested on her breasts. Perfect; not too big, yet full and firm. They had yet to show a single trace of aging, sitting pert and proud topped with pink nipples that were not quite erect. He pried his eyes away and continued the ascent of his journey of her body; up over her delicate collarbone, up her long slim neck, finally stopping again at her lovely oval face. He crossed the room to her, and took her hand in his. He helped her step into the large deep bath tub, and knelt down beside it as she settled down. “Aren’t you coming in with me?” “No, you just enjoy it.” “I’d enjoy it more if you were in here with me,” she said, but looked as if she didn’t care either way. She lay back, luxuriating in the bubbles, her glass of champagne held loosely in the hand that she kept dangling over the side of the tub. She closed her eyes and smiled as she heard soft music begin to play. Chris DeBurgh’s Lady in Red. She raised her leg and wiggled her toes, showing him her painted toenails. She heard him laugh, and giggled herself; mainly at his choice of cheesy love song. He listened as she sang along, slightly off-key. Laughing, he reached out and stroked her soft hair, brushing aside the strands that had escaped from captivity. He got to his feet and leant down to kiss her forehead. “Come into the bedroom when you’re done in here, I have another surprise for you.” He left the room, ignore her excited questioning. He only had to wait five minutes until he heard the bathroom door open and the sound of damp feet padding along the hallway. He smiled at her impatience and sat down on the edge of their double bed. He watched the door as it opened and she slipped inside, her beautiful face lighting up as she drank in her surroundings. Every flat surface was cluttered with candles which made the walls, painted a deep red, seem to glow. She ran over to the window where two dozen red and white roses were artfully arranged in a crystal vase. “God, I love you, you gorgeous man!” She ran across the room, wrapping her bath towel tighter around her body and jumped onto his lap, causing them both to be sent sprawling backwards. She covered his mouth with her own and kissed him deeply, her hands finding their way to his dark blonde curls. Her damp body, still encased in an even damper towel, was pressed hard against him; their legs entangled. “Hey! You’re making me all wet!” “I could say the same about you.” He laughed and gently pushed her away. “I’ll go and get the champagne” he said, as he got to his feet, panting slightly from the ferocity of her kisses. He winked at her and left the room quickly, eager to return. She watched him leave, and then noticed that he’d spread rose petals all over their bed too. She smiled and scrambled to her feet. She let her towel fall to the ground and reached up to untie her hair, watching in the mirror as it tumbled around her shoulders in long glossy waves. She positioned herself on the bed, in what she thought to be a seductive pose. However, it didn’t last long as, on his return, she burst into a fit of giggles. He walked through the door completely naked, his lean body listening with moisture; his modesty protected only by the ice bucket that held their bottle of champagne. “Isn’t that cold?” “It’s freezing, now shut up.” “You forgot the glasses!” “We won’t be needing glasses.” He set the bucket down on the floor beside their bed and positioned himself over her. He brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her lightly. She responded greedily, parting his lips with her tongue; causing their mouths to mesh together tightly. After a minute or so, he forced himself to pull away; he smiled at her disappointed face, and then lowered his lips to her throat. He traced his lips slowly over the vulnerable skin, glad to hear her low groans of appreciation. His hands travelled down her body to rest on her hips as his lips moved down over her collarbone. With another quick kiss, he knelt up between her legs, shaking his head as she moved to sit up with him. She frowned and leant back on her elbows, watching him through slightly narrowed eyes. He smiled and moved slowly down the bed. Gently, he took one of her feet into his hands, rubbing the underneath slowly and firmly with his thumbs. He rubbed harder as he heard her moan and fall back against the pillows. He lifted the foot slightly and bent his head, kissing the soft skin near the underneath of her toes. With his tongue, he lightly traced a line up and down the underneath of her foot, causing her toes to curl. He raised her leg higher, pushing it up over his shoulder. With feather-light kisses, he kissed his way up her slender calf, over her knee, and up along the inside of her thigh. He heard her breathe in deeply as his lips moved closer towards her neatly trimmed pubic hair, only to breathe out again in frustration as he stopped, and moved down to administer the same treatment to her other foot and leg. Only this time, he didn’t stop when he reached the top of her thigh. She lowered her leg, curling it around his back as he kissed her pussy lips softly. She closed her eyes, waiting to feel his fingers part her lips, and his tongue to find its way to her clitoris. But, that didn’t happen; inside his lips moved upwards towards her stomach. She opened her eyes and raised her head impatiently. “You’re a fucking tease, do you know that?” “Oh, shut up, you impatient cow. You know what they say.” “What? That men are bastards?” “No,” he replied, kissing up over her stomach, lifting his body until his face was level with hers. “Good things come to those who wait.” “Oh …” “No, you naughty girl,” he slapped her hand away gently as it moved down between their bodies, reaching for his stirring cock. “Don’t do that, just lie back and behave.” She did as he asked and lay back as he kissed between her breasts. With the thumb of one hand, he circled her nipple slowly, and with the other reached down into the ice bucket, retrieving a single, melting ice cube. Smiling at her, he pressed the cold cube against her nipple, making her gasp. He ran it lightly over her breast, the droplets of water glistening on her tanned skin. He moved the ice cube slowly over to the other nipple, gliding it slowly across the little bud that hardened instantly. He slipped the ice cube into his mouth and moved up to kiss her, feeling her cold, hard nipples against his chest. They kissed, tongues pushing together, the ice melting in the heat that their mouths were creating. He pulled away again, cool water running down his chin, dripping down onto her chest. He reached down beside the bed again, this time returning with the half-full bottle of champagne. He dribbled some into her mouth, licking away the liquid that spilled over her lips. Sitting up slightly, he held the cold bottle against her stomach, enjoying her squeals of protest. Tipping the bottle, he poured a steady stream over her chest, watching as the bubbly golden liquid flowed over her swollen pink nipples. Quickly he bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking at it gently, savouring the sharpness of the champagne mixed with the delicious flavour of her skin. He circled the nipple with his tongue, sucking and biting at it gently; moving his mouth across to her other breast as he felt her fingers run through his hair and her little moans get louder and louder. “Would you like me to finish what I started a few minutes ago?” “Yes, please.” He smiled at her whispered response, and replaced the bottle, picking up another ice cube. “No! Not down there!” He ignored her, and positioned himself between her readily parted legs. He pushed them further apart, and bent his head to kiss her pussy. He ran his tongue up and down her pouty outer lips, and then with his thumbs, spread them open to reveal her deep pinkness. Her clit was already hard, poking out from beneath its little hood, eager for attention. Glad to oblige, he pressed the smuggled ice cube against the sensitive nub, causing her to cry out; her legs trying to push together to combat the cold. He tortured her for a little while longer, rubbing the ice cube over her clit, watching it melt; the water running down her pussy in tiny rivulets. Knowing that she couldn’t take anymore, he lowered his head and took her hard little clit between his lips, sucking it firmly; his hands spreading her pussy open even wider. He licked at her harder as she raised her hips towards his face, his tongue moving down from her clit to the opening of her vagina. He dipped his tongue inside slightly, tasting her musky juices, and then began to lap at her; his tongue flicking in and out of her pussy while his thumb continued to rub at her clit. She was thrusting her hips now, practically fucking his tongue; needing to feel it deeper inside of her. As he heard her the pace of her breathing quicken, he quickly replaced his tongue with two fingers; pushing them in and out of her as fast as he could manage, while his lips moved back up to her clitoris. As she approached her orgasm, he felt her hands on his head; gripping his hair, pulling his face closer into her pussy as she ground herself against his fingers and tongue. “Mmm, that was nice.” He smiled, running his tongue along her soft pussy lips again, tasting the sharp sweetness of her come. Pushing himself onto his knees, he looked down at her flushed, smiling face. She reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling it towards her face. Her eyes never leaving his, she took two of his fingers between her lips and sucked at them slowly; tasting herself. “Taste good?” “Mmm, I’d rather be sucking on something else though.” “Not tonight, you can do that tomorrow if you must.” He took his cock, which was only semi-hard, into his hand and started rubbing it with hard, firm strokes. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched him; something she had always enjoyed. She watched as it swelled in his hand, the wide red tip glistening with pre-come. She wanted to lean down and lick it off, but decided against it, as he had warned her not to. Instead, she reached down between her own legs with one hand and, with her index and ring finger, spread herself open, using her middle finger to slowly, lazily circle her hard, swollen clit. “So impatient, aren’t you?” She laughed and moved her hand away as he moved closer, cock still in his hand. He lined it up with the entrance of her pussy and pushed, just the head of his cock, inside her. He pulled back again, teasing her with the tip of his dick. He wanted to hear her ask to be fucked. After a couple of shallow thrusts, he got what he wanted. “Please, just fuck me.” He couldn’t deny her, especially not on her birthday. Gripping hold of her waist, he pushed his cock deep inside her, savouring the sensation of the walls of her tight wetness gripping him. She raised her hips to meet his every thrust, their pelvic bones grinding together as he slid his hard cock in and out of her; pounding her pussy with hard, fast strokes. He leant forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth, while his hands manoeuvred her legs over his shoulders once again, allowing him to enter her more deeply. She pushed forward, her legs tightening their grip around his neck. She wrapped her fingers around his wrists, crying out as he bit down softly on her breast. He was banging in and out of her, slamming his cock deep into her pussy, making her gasp with every thrust. She could feel the orgasm building up inside of her; could feel the familiar tingling in her clit. He could feel it too. “Turn over.” She took a moment to calm her breathing and quickly turned over onto her knees, supporting her weight on her elbows. “Spread your pussy for me.” She did as he asked. Supporting herself with one arm, she reached down between her legs and spread herself open wide, waiting to feel him inside her again. “Wider.” He watched as she opened herself up for him; saw how wet she was and how far her clit was protruding from its hood. From experience, he knew that she wouldn’t last much longer; he doubted he would either. Taking his cock in his hand again, he rubbed the tip against her clit and over her fingers; teasing her once again. Then, without warning he thrust inside her, knocking her off balance. Grabbing her hips to both steady her and support himself, he pounded his cock hard and fast in and out of her cunt. He listened to her loud groans of approval and picked up the pace; slamming himself in and out of her tight, wet pussy. “Oh God,” She cried out as she orgasmed, a long guttural shout as he continued fucking her. He felt her pussy get even slicker as she came, coating his cock with her juices; her pussy contracting around him. With one last thrust, he exploded, coming hard and fast inside her; releasing long spurts of his warm thick come into her cunt. With a loud grunt, he fell down on top of her, wrapping his arms tightly around her. He brushed her long, damp hair away from her shoulder and kissed the smooth skin that was glistening with moisture. “That was a nice birthday present.” He smiled, listening to her slow panting, and rolled over onto his back, lifting his arm as she snuggled in against his chest. Stroking the soft skin of her arm, he kissed the top of her head, smelling her hair and falling in love all over again. “Feels like it’s my birthday, too.” She tilted her head and they kissed, softly and slowly. She pulled away, a sly smile spreading across her lips. “Hmm, well, it’s your birthday next month. I’ll just have to see what surprises I can come up with.”