0 comments/ 20279 views/ 1 favorites Meeting Cameron By: captivate Abigail sighed as she sat down at the computer. It had been sitting, untouched and carefully covered, for nearly a year. It had been a constant reminder of Ken, and she didn't want any more reminders tearing at her heart. Now, it seemed she should use it, at least for information and communication with her far-flung family. The basics only. She knew her workmates and friends used the computer daily, for all sorts of reasons. She just felt she was above needing a technological device to make her life more complete. For the longest time, she had not understood the allure of the keyboard and the constantly shifting screens. One day, she confronted herself and flinched from her discovery. She was not better than everyone else, as she liked to think. Rather she was unsure of herself and the new technology and afraid to learn. So that became her new mission in life. She settled down to learn basic computer knowledge. It was slow at first, but she bought the little books for "dummies" and read articles online and slowly became less frightened of the computer and more comfortable using it. She started with Email, sending notes and jokes to friends and family. That was fun and easy and she enjoyed finding Email waiting when she came home from work. Then she looked into Bulletin Boards about her favorite hobbies. She found incredibly interesting people all over the country willing to share ideas and thoughts about books and authors, even cross-stitching. She would post a thought and come back the next day and find all the responses, delighting in the variety. Soon, she found herself coming home for lunch, just to see if anyone had posted a reply. Frequently, there was a note from Cameron, who seemed to enjoy her favorite author as much as she did. They had both read all of her works and posted almost daily about this book or that. Cameron was funny and witty. Abby found herself looking forward to his comments and worried they would run out of ideas to share. She posted a new comment, this time about a female mystery writer. To her delight, Cameron was the first to respond, with a vast knowledge of her works and her style. Abby smiled as she read the Board, happy to have found someone with the same taste. One day, she was just signing on and reading her Email when she heard a pleasant little briiiiiing. Not sure what it meant, Abby just kept on reading the note from her mom, imagining the antics of her two-year old niece. Then again, briiiiiing! And again. She closed the Email and saw a small white box in the corner of her screen. "Nice profile!", she read. It was from someone called BookLover. She stared at the line, wondering what it meant, when the next line appeared, preceded by the briiiing. "You sound like a wonderful person!" she read. Abby tentatively typed, "Thank you." Now one line after another appeared on the screen as Booklover began chatting with her. He seemed to know her and was quite friendly. Abby typed short replies, not at all sure of this new phase of her education. Suddenly, as if noticing his error, BookLover began again. "Hi, I'm Cameron," he typed. Abby was confused, then grinned. Now, it made sense to her. This was chatting. This was the evil she had been warned of by so many bulletin board friends. It didn't seem evil. It seemed like a wonderful invention, allowing her to actually exchange ideas with her new friends, like Cameron. She began typing to him, explaining that she wasn't up on the new technology, but was glad for an opportunity to chat. He responded with LOL, which made Abby frown. Cameron immediately sensed his mistake and quickly typed, "Let me explain." He followed it with a list of letters and what they meant, including LOL. It was a whole new world and Abby was delighted. It reminded her of when, as kids, they had learned Pig Latin and spent whole days using it exclusively. It seemed easy to chat with Cameron. The first thing he did was teach her about her Buddy List, making sure he was on it. As she typed in his name, she heard a door open creakily and then saw his name on her list, her first buddy. He chatted about comfortable subjects and kept the chat flowing smoothly. It seemed like minutes later that Abby noticed it was lunchtime and felt she should get some things accomplished with her day. "I have to go now," she typed. Immediately a sad yellow face popped up on her computer screen, making her smile. "I hope to see you again soon. This was delightful," he typed. Then a door slammed and he was gone. Abby sat before the computer for a few more minutes, looking at their chat and even rereading parts of it. She chuckled again at his wittiness and charm. She signed off the computer and went about her day, doing errands and getting supper started, but often thinking of Cameron. When her husband had died a year ago, she thought her life had ended too. He was everything to her. They had been friends and a couple as far back as high school. After college, it seemed natural to marry him and settle down together, making their dreams a reality. Both wanted kids and decided to start a family right away. They loved each other so much and wanted to share the love with children. Months went by without a pregnancy. Then it was years passing fleetingly. After 4 years, they decided to join the pregnancy brigade and submit to tests and probing enquiries. At first, everything looked fine. But then more sophisticated tests were performed. They did not find a reason for no pregnancy, but they revealed a problem with Ken's blood. It seemed the leukemia was barely diagnosed when he died. Caught too late for treatment, he was gone from her life, leaving a huge hole where he had once been part of her. She hid at home for months. Eating became her friend. When she missed Ken, which was often, she reached for ice cream or chips or big, bready sandwiches. She really didn't care. She knew she would never want to be with a man again, never feel love again, so it made no difference if she was pretty or trim. Finally, she had to return to work. She sensed the shock of her co-workers as they saw her. But Abby didn't really care. She just wanted to get through the day and return to the haven of her house, THEIR home. Once home, she didn't answer the phone or communicate with the outside world. She crawled into bed in one of Ken's shirts and mindlessly watched tv or slept. She could sleep for hours, days. She bought stacks of novels from Amazon.Com and read them voraciously. She resisted the efforts of her colleagues to get her out of the house. She declined invitations to dinners or lunches. She always had a reason she couldn't attend a party or gathering. For her family, living far away, she made up a social life full of close and caring friends. They had no idea of her real life, her real mindset. Grief was numbing. Everything reminded her of Ken. So she kept her eyes straight ahead, as if wearing blinders, and moved along with the current of her days. Then she found the computer. She found people who wanted to share ideas about books and stories and hobbies, people who didn't expect more than she could comfortably give. This was enough for her. When Cameron entered her life via chatting, Abby felt herself actually feeling a little bit alive. Not much, not enough to care about herself, but enough to give her a reason to make it to the next morning. Every day they chatted. He would leave her a nice email in the morning, telling her to have a good day or do well with her presentation, always something caring. She began leaving him a short message each morning too, just so he had some personal email when he went online. Evenings, they generally signed online about the same time and would begin chatting and sharing their day. Abby found herself giggling at him, enjoying his stories of work or his life. She told him about her family, regaling him with tales of her nieces and her siblings. He slowly became her friend and she began to depend on him to be there for her. One thing that happened to Abigail was an amazing disinterest in food. Instead of spending evenings eating, she now sat at the computer, chatting with Cam and feeling herself tingling back to life. She found that smiling wasn't as hurtful as before, that her laugh, though rusty, was still available. Cam was very careful with Abigail. He moved slowly, sensing that she was fragile and not like the usual women online. So he chatted easily, softly, gently. But he felt himself becoming involved with her, caring what happened, worried if the day at work would be a good one. She didn't tell him about Ken right away, and he didn't ask. For some reason, she was special, and he was willing to wait for her to share with him. One night, after sharing the embarassing debacle of his engagement, there was a pause. He waited. Usually their chat flowed smoothly, quickly. Now, he sensed Abby wanted to confide in him, and he knew it was important, so he waited. "I am here," he typed. "I know," she responded. She began typing the story of Ken and Abigail, young people who had found love so miraculously. She typed quickly, not wanting to lose her nerve or break down. As Cam read her story, tears came to his eyes. "Tell me your phone number, please," he asked. As he copied down the number, he typed that he would call now and said goodbye. Minutes later, Abby's phone rang. She heard Cameron's voice for the first time. It was deep and very pleasant. It was also full of concern for her. They began talking as if they had always done so. He had questions, insightful comments and most importantly, he listened. He listened to her share her guilt and horror and hurt. He listened while she cried and he comforted her. Their conversation went on deep into the night and Abby found herself feeling comforted and safe. When they finally said goodnight, she knew her initial assessment of him was correct. He was a good man. After that, they talked many times a week. They had so much in common. They worked in the same field. They both came from big families and wanted one of their own. It seemed natural to tell him her day and her thoughts and listen to his. Abby responded to his caring voice, almost feeling again. She treasured her friendship with Cam. Then, came the day she dreaded. He invited her to lunch. He wanted to meet the woman he spent so much time thinking about. Abby had known he lived in the nearby town, but had pushed that thought back in her mind, not wanting to imagine the eventual meeting. For the first time in nearly a year, Abigail looked into the mirror. Really looked. What she saw horrified her. She had let herself go. Her hair needed cutting, she wore no makeup and, the absolute worse, she had gained weight. Although she had been dropping pounds since she started chatting, it wasn't enough. She couldn't meet Cameron like this. There was no chance she could remain the woman he seemed to like once he saw her. So she stalled him. Then she began to work on getting back in control of her life. She had her hair trimmed and shaped. She went to a professional for a makeover, buying many of the products. She couldn't wear many of her nice clothes and had to shop for something to wear, and then she hated the way she looked in the dress. In the mirror, she saw a matronly-looking woman, short and pudgy. She knew that Cam would be disappointed. Finally, she told herself that she was being silly and set the date with Cam. If he didn't like her, she would just accept it and go on with her life. This was her, and she couldn't change anything before her lunch meeting on Friday. She arrived early, so she wouldn't have to walk into the restaurant with him watching. She was seated at the table, trying to still her shaking hands, when she heard his voice, his dear voice, beside her. She looked up and saw the face of the man who had become so important to her. He was tall, with dark hair and hazel eyes. There were laugh lines, which pleased her. He had a lovely smile, with white, even teeth. His hand reached out for hers, warm and soft. He sat beside her, still holding her hand, looking into the face of his friend for the first time. He saw a lovely woman, looking terrified and about to cry. "Are you disappointed?" she asked tremulously. Cameron looked into her warm brown eyes and smiled. "Aren't you Abigail?" he asked. "Then how could I be disappointed in you? You are the woman I like and enjoy." After Abby relaxed, she found Cameron as enjoyable in person. They talked and laughed. She was still too nervous to eat very much, but suddenly food didn't seem to matter. He was wonderful. Before the afternoon was over, Cam had arranged to spend Saturday with her, just looking around her town and being together. Both of them had been lonely. Now they had found each other and the friendship thrived. They kept it light, seeing each other in the daylight and in public. Abby wanted to invite him to her home, but that seemed to push the relationship further than either of them wanted. They enjoyed each other so much, the weeks passed quickly as they grew closer. Being with Cam made Abby forget about the comforts of food, and she began to live again. They took walks and hikes and went skating. Eating became unimportant. She never even noticed the excess weight falling off, just that it felt good to smile again. She began looking forward to each day, especially the ones that had Cameron in them. Then one day, everything changed. They were hiking on a trail, up a steep hill. Cam was behind her, lecturing her on the flora of the area, when she tripped. She lost her footing and began to fall. Cameron reached for her, catching her neatly in his arms, holding her close. Both reacted at the same time. Their faces moved together. Their lips met and opened. Their tongues reached out to make contact. And nothing would ever be the same. TO BE CONTINUED.... Meeting Cameron Ch. 02 The kiss changed everything. As they stood together on the bumpy trail, their arms wrapped around each other, Abby's heart quivered. It felt like it was trying to learn to beat again, still rusty, but trying hard all the same. Cam was content, holding this dear woman close to him, feeling her body against his, her heart beating against his chest. Both were concerned that they had passed the line, moved to a point that was beyond the accepted one. Then, the deep friendship they felt kicked in, and they hugged again, and laughed. "You saved me, Sir! I owe you. Name your prize and it shall be yours," Abby said, giggling. Cam smiled and decided silliness might save the moment. "I want your new Michael Crawford CD. No, I want your cool new winter gloves. No, no, I know what I want! I want you to chauffeur me for a whole day! Wait! I know! I want your first born child!" Abby, who was laughing happily, stopped suddenly at the mention of the child. She had always thought she would live forever and have all her children with Ken, and that dream had ended. Now, it seemed entirely possible to her that Cameron could be the one she would love, marry, conceive and bear children, watch them learn, and grow old together. Cam had filled her heart with warmth and caring since the first day, and she could easily imagine him continuing all the rest of her days. She looked up at Cam, and responded quietly, "That is a possibility, Sir!" Looking into her face, Cam realized that he loved her. She had become so special to him, her heart linked firmly with his. Now, he slowly lowered his face to hers and kissed her again, slowly and deeply. Her mouth opened under his, accepting his searching tongue. He held her softly against him and she remembered the feeling of belonging, of fitting together with a man. His hands spanned her back, massaging her spine, trying to find a safe place to hold. Cameron didn't want to move too fast. He certainly didn't want to scare her away, now that he had found her. They finished the hike, but with a subtle difference. Before, they had been careful not to touch or walk too close. Now, small touches were exchanged. He held her arm as they walked, or offered his hand on the trail. Moving down the wider places, they were body to body, feeling and accepting the warmth of another person. At the car, they turned together, and shared a hug. Driving home, Abigail made the first move. "Today was wonderful. I never knew how much I could enjoy hiking! Now, let me reciprocate. Please come to dinner tonight. I would like to cook for you." She waited tremulously, afraid, once again, of having gone too far. Cameron beamed at her, so pleased that she had taken this step. "I would love to come over. How about 7? Will that give you enough time?" Abby let out the breath she didn't even know she was holding. "Yes, especially if we do the grocery shopping now. Together." she added. Cam pulled into the next shopping center, parking in front of the huge supermarket. They walked inside together, feeling a little odd, but happy, at the same time. Neither had shopped with someone else for a long time. It was a strangely intimate activity, and they both knew that. Cam pulled out the cart and began walking, Stopping when Abby did, watching her comparison shop, searching for the ingredients she knew she would need for tonight. Cam's contribution was a bottle of wine, one he knew was deliciously perfect for a fall evening. Abby liked having a man shop with her again. It was fun to talk while walking the aisles, comparing tastes and preferences. It was also nice to have a man carry the groceries to the car and later, into the house. He sat at the kitchen table with a cup of hot cocoa while she put the groceries away, chatting about the fall weather and the upcoming holiday. While he talked, Cameron was watching Abigail. Though he was delighted when he met her, just to be with the woman he had grown to care about over weeks of phone calls, he knew she had been unhappy with her body and looks. Now, after a few months of being together, she had changed so much. Her body had become slim, toned, quite lovely. Her eyes glowed, her smile came easily. She was not the sad and lost woman he first knew. Oh, it was still there, she would always be sad about Ken. He knew that. But she had finally given herself permission to live again, to feel again. Cameron didn't realize the important role he had taken in her rebirth. He just knew he was so happy for her and glad to be a part of her life. Abby had meant for Cam to go home, or somewhere, and return at seven to the miracle of a home-cooked meal. But he was so content to sit at her table and watch, so dis-inclined to go anywhere, she just didn't have the heart to send him out into the now-cold day. He wandered out of the kitchen, looking at her house and approving of her simple, lovely style. In the den, he lit a fire, started some music, inhaling the delicious aromas wafting from the kitchen. He settled down on the sofa, just feeling relaxed and comfortable. The warmth of the fire, the long hike of the morning, everything caught up with him and he drifted off. When he woke, there was Abby. She was curled up in a chair, book in hand, happily reading. He watched her quietly. She was a lovely woman. He knew she was a good and loving woman, he had known that from the start. But now, she was also incredibly beautiful and appealing. Without moving, he observed her. Her butterscotch-colored hair, her long lashes, the rosy glow in her cheeks. Her body had slimmed down and now he could see the lovely curve of her breasts against the flannel shirt, her legs shapely in the jeans. He was happy for her. He knew she was in a better place, more content with herself and her life. As he watched her, he noticed her taking tiny peeks at him. Her eyes sparkled when she looked at him, her mouth curved into a delightful smile. Unable to bear not talking any longer, Cameron stretched and opened his eyes, looking directly at Abigail. He patted the couch beside him. She closed her book and walked over. He took her hand and pulled her down, close to him, warm against him. "Good afternoon, my dear. What a nice nap. And what a nice way to wake. Dinner smells delicious. And you, my dear Abby, look tantalizing!" Completely of her own accord, Abby leaned forward and kissed Cam's cheek. She lingered there, his arm around her. She allowed herself the luxury of touching his face with her palm, feeling once again the contours of a man, the slight roughness of a cheek at the end of the day. He smelled so good. He felt so good. Cameron held her, not making any sudden moves or scaring her. He wanted her to move at her own pace, and he was her willing subject. They sat together for a long while. Both enjoyed the feeling of being with another warm person, someone who cared. They relaxed together, able to just be themselves and know it was enough. She rested her head on his shoulder, holding his hand and talking about Ken and how his death had affected her. It felt good to just tell the truth, not have to pretend things were better or easier than they really were. He listened carefully, hearing also the words she didn't speak. She wanted permission to love again, to love as a woman. She had to give it to herself. Cameron was a patient man. He was willing to wait for what he wanted. Today, finally, he realized he wanted Abigail. They ate in front of the fire. The stew was perfect, full of fresh vegetables and tender beef. Abby's homemade biscuits were feather-light. His wine was a tasty addition to the meal. Dessert was S'mores, made in the fireplace, eaten with giggles and silliness. They pulled big pillows to the fire's edge and faced each other. No words were needed now. He allowed her to touch his face, trace his features, learn his contours. Her fingers moved softly over his lips and he fought the urge to suck them into his mouth. He felt his body respond to her, but remained still, and slightly apart from her. He could feel her trembling, sensed her hesitation, but it was her decision, her move. When Abigail and Ken had met and fallen in love, they had been kids. Her love for him was that of a high school girl who grew. Being with Cameron was fully an adult experience. The attraction came with all the knowledge Abby had acquired, all the feelings she already knew. As she touched his face, she felt the need, the desire building in her and wanted to continue. Finally, she moved closer to him, her breasts pressing on his shirt. He could feel her hardened nipples, hear her quickened breath. Cam looked into her face, saw the desire in her eyes, and the hesitation there too. She needed help, she needed him to guide her. He moved the tiniest amount, coming in complete contact with her body. Their eyes locked and held. She saw the passion and love she felt reflected in Cam's face. She knew she was safe with him, and said everything she felt with one word. "Yes!" To Be Continued... Meeting Cameron, The Final Chapter The fire was bright, but not as bright as Abigail's eyes as she beheld this man. She wanted to be with him, to fully give herself to him. She knew him to be kind and gentle, caring and loving. And now, she realized she had the right to feel those things again. Ken would not have wanted her to wrap herself in cotton and grow old alone. He had such a zest for living, he would have wanted her to immerse herself in the most wonderful life imaginable. Lying beside Cameron, these thoughts raced through Abby's mind. She looked up at Cam's strong face and saw her future there. This man would spend the rest of his life with her, making her happy and sharing everything. She reached up with her hand, caressing his slightly rough face, wondering how it would feel against hers. He knew what she wanted and bent his head to hers, just placing his skin against her, breathing into her ear. At first, they were satisfied with small intimacies. Then, it wasn't enough. She needed more. He wanted to give her more. They turned to each other, their mouths questing, seeking, searching. When their lips met, it was like coming home. His mouth covered hers, pulling her gently into him. His tongue reached out, tracing, probing, learning. She allowed herself to melt against him, to match his body inch for inch. She felt nourished by his mouth, fulfilled. The womanly ache he created was amazing. She felt her body coming alive from a long sleep, her dormant feelings resurfacing in full strength, a woman who knew what she wanted and where to find it. Neither was aware of the clothing disappearing. They began fully dressed in the warm apparel, flannel and demin and thick socks. Then they were together, skin on skin, only undergarments separating their eager flesh. Cam stopped kissing her long enough to ask just once more. "Is this what you want, Abigail? We can wait, we can go slow, we can take forever if you want. I have waited for you my whole life, and I can wait longer. It is you who is important to me, and what you want is everything." Abigail looked into his sweet face, the face she had come to love so much. In reply, she slipped her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra. The fabric loosened. She shrugged slightly and her full breasts were free, the nipples taut in the cool air. Moving closer, she pressed herself against his slightly hairy chest, reveling in the feel of a man's flesh touching her again. Her head settled on his shoulder, his hands caressed her bare back, marking her with his wandering fingers. Body to body, skin to skin, now they were separated only by panties and briefs. She could feel his need and desire. Her own appetites, so long asleep, were roaring to life. She felt the special ache between her legs that meant she was alive. They moved together, rolling back and forth, searching for the closeness they both needed. Hands explored, mouths attacked, legs were wrapped, pulling them into a tight unit of longing. Then they were naked. All obstacles were removed, they were able to press the needy flesh together, creating warmth and beginning their life together. Cam pushed her shoulders into the pillow, leaning over her, marveling at her body in the glowing firelight. Her first inclination was to cover herself, prevent Cameron from seeing her imperfections. But he wanted it all. The first of which was the sight of his love. Her skin was burnished, velvety. His eyes traveled down her body, enjoying the special beauty that was Abigail. Her breasts were full, lush. Tipped with cherry pink nipples, they invited his mouth to a feast. He was tempted, but waited, wanting to see it all. His eyes traveled over her body, already knowing what making love with Abby would be like. He saw her slightly rounded tummy, her dark, thick curlies, her delicate feet. Altogether, the sight of Abby was delicious. He leaned over her, kissing her again, waiting until he felt her relax against his mouth, then he began the most important journey of his life. He kissed her neck, perfumed with vanilla. He wanted her to lie back and enjoy, but it had been too long and she wanted him too much. As he kissed, she did too. Their mouths busily seeking flesh to kiss, lick, taste. She shyly echoed his movements, wanting to be an equal in the lovemaking. Until his lips found her breasts. Ah, her breath caught and she stilled completely. He circled the flesh, molding her with his mouth. He lingered in the valley between her breasts, licking the spot and making her throb. His mouth caressed the soft sloping sides, his tongue traced the tender undersides of that most delicate flesh. The wonder of his warm mouth covering her nipple was overwhelming. He licked, sucked, nipped, pulled the pinkness deep into his hot mouth, covering her completely. She felt the pull of his nursing mouth down to her very center and she cried out with passion. Her back arched to meet him, her hand reaching for the forgotten nipple, pulling and twisting it with her fingers. He pushed her hand away with his cheek and began moving his head back and forth, nursing and fondling each in turn, small moans of satisfaction filling the air. He wanted to stay at her breasts forever, feeling the roughness of the tiny buds in his mouth, knowing the pleasure he was giving her. But he had so much more to taste and touch. He slid down her body, his slightly scratchy beard tickling her with erotic delight. She moved against him, held his head with her fingers, called his named and prayed he wouldn't stop. Her legs fell open, presenting to him the center of her passion. Now he stopped, inhaling, for the first time, the scent of the woman he loved. She was so aroused, so ready, so ripe for him. He pressed his cheek against her, feeling the soft lushness of her curls. His hand slid up her thigh, feeling the satin skin and the heat. Cam turned his head, his mouth seeking her swollen slit. Ah, her pink flesh peeked out, ready for him, wanting him. He covered that slit with his mouth, french-kissing her. His tongue slid along the opening, feeling the wetness, the incredible smoothness of her inner self. Up and down, deeper and deeper he delved, finding the internal landmarks of his lover. Now he found her clit, tiny and hard, and felt her body tremble as he licked it slowly. Then he found the entrance to her pussy, thrusting his tongue as deeply as he could, feeling the way her flesh caressed his tongue, molding to it. His face was wet with her juices, his mouth continued the search, wanting to learn it all, wanting to pleasure her. He focused on her clit, circling, flicking, sucking lightly. Cam delighted in the moans he could hear, the way Abby's fingers raked his skull, the dance of her hips against his face. He wanted to stay buried in her warmth forever, but even now could feel her tightening, her legs clamped around his head. Her fingers held his hair, his face, tightly in place. Then, she exploded. He felt her shudders of passion, heard her screams of pleasure, heard for the first time the way she said his name when drugged with desire. He didn't move, but rode with her orgasm, touching her lightly with his tongue now, barely caressing her. Finally, she stilled, releasing her hold on his hair. He lifted his wet face, grinning at her, pleased with himself and with Abby. He slid up her now sated body, noted the pleasant flush covering her chest, her hardened nipples, her drooping eyelids. Kissing her deeply, he positioned himself between her legs, his cock throbbing with need and heat. Abby lifted her hips, wrapping her short legs around his waist, bringing the wet head of his cock against her damp curls. She reached down and caressed him, held him against her swollen slit, rubbing her body with the velvety head, adding to her moisture. Cam looked down and saw her hand, wrapped around his manhood and almost lost control. It was incredibly erotic, watching her use his cock for her own pleasure. Slowly, the head of his cock disappeared into her pussy. He watched with fascination as she slid him up and down her ready body, burying him deeper and deeper. Finally, with one thrust of her hips, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist, she pulled him completely into her needy pinkness. He slipped inside, sheathed by her smooth flesh, completely fitting into the center of his love. Her eyes met his. "This is more than I ever expected, Cameron. You and I. You and I. I knew we could be the best of friends, the closest of companions. But this is so much more. Sharing myself with you seems so right. You fill me, complete me, match me. I love you, Cam." Hearing the words, hearing Abby say she loved him, pushed Cameron over the edge. He gripped her thighs, pulling her even closer to him, making it impossible to tell which one was which, and began the ancient dance of love. He thrust into her, finding her warm depths and fitting them, his cock hot and hard inside her, marking her as his own. Over and over, his hips met hers, his fingers making bruises on her tender thighs as he held her tightly. He looked into her face in the firelight, seeing the reflection of his need and desire. "I love you, Abigail. I suppose I have for awhile. You give me what I have been searching for, love, companionship, peace. I love you, my dearest woman. Thank you for being you and loving me." His breathing became ragged and the words stopped. He felt his balls tighten and knew he wouldn't last much longer. He looked into Abby's eyes once again, seeing only love and desire there. He felt the explosion begin, his cock thrusting deeper and faster, his come filling her depths with heat. He cried out her name as he reached his climax. She continued her ride, slower now, just wanting to milk his cock for his pleasure. As his thrusts subsided, he lowered her hips to the carpet, moving along, staying joined at the hips, lying above her, cradling her in his arms. They kissed long and deeply, repeating the words of love they both felt. Lying together, the fire dying down, they re-affirmed their love for each other, knowing it was the first day of their life together. The kiss had changed everything. THE END.