0 comments/ 12074 views/ 2 favorites Meteors By: spacemanspiff_11 The shower was almost scalding hot, but she loved the way the water caressed her. It raced down her body in endless streams, warming her as she shook off the winter chill. She tilted her head and enjoyed the feel of the pulsing showerhead as the water careened off her throat. Turning around, Maggie let the water sift through her hair, those long mahogany tresses turning ever darker under the water. The water dribbled to a stop as she stretched. Her skin was buzzing with warmth and the thick terrycloth robe felt like cashmere against her. Her hair was bundled neatly up in a matching towel, and she padded out of the bathroom in her bare feet. 'Damn the cold' she thought to herself. She sauntered out into the living room and clicked on the light, settling in to watch the news. Her feet propped up, she barely registered the first ring of the phone. "Hello?" The silence of alone time was shattered as her friend Dawn squealed on the other side. "Heya Maggie! Guess where I am?" Maggie shook her head, not even bothering to glance outside. If Dawn was calling and bragging, she had to be somewhere warm. She started imagining palm trees even before Dawn squealed out, "Honolulu!" Maggie laughed as her friend began to excitedly recount her week's activities. Dawn was her oldest friend, and a direct contrast to Maggie. Dawn was petite, and full of boundless energy; her job as a flight attendant seemed tailor-made for her. Sometimes, even talking on the phone to her seemingly wore Maggie out. She went on and on about her layover in Honolulu and the perfect water and sun. Maggie shot another look outside at the frosted windows, and silently cursed her friend. "And so then, we went to this place, the North Shore, they call it? Ohh, god, you should see these waves they have crashing in! So huge! And all of these surfers running around, tight little bodies...oh, wow, that's right, I totally forgot..." "Hmmm?" "Dean McAlister said hello." Maggie's breath caught in her throat. Why was that name so familiar? Her mind sifted through the archives...digging through all of the names she could. If the name was not that important, why did her stomach slowly roll over in an ache that she hadn't felt in quite some time? "Dean..." Her hesitance caused Dawn to giggle uncontrollably, and she finally laughed, as she gave her the hint. "Lake Winnipeg?" All of the memories came flooding back in a torrent, and she closed her eyes for a moment. +++ As far back as she could remember, her family would pack up and head to Lake Winnipeg for two weeks every summer. It was an arduous journey, but well worth it when they arrived. Each day was perfect, rain or shine, the unmitigated beauty of the area only challenged by the peaceful silence they were afforded. She and her sister would spend the days goofing off, picking the local blackberries and blueberries. She spent time with her grandfather fishing, her grandmother baking cookies and muffins, chasing her cousins around, and watching thunderstorms roll in. Each day was its own paradise. All of the men would routinely spend their whole days fishing, and then, in the evenings, they would sit around playing cards. On more than one occasion, she sat on her grandfather's lap sipping some rye and ginger as he showed her the wicked ways of poker. Every summer was better than the last. They had the second to last cabin on the road, and became accustomed to the silence. The last cabin was never filled during their two week stay. That was, until her fourteenth year. +++ Dawn's dynamic almost frustrated her. Maggie was half in her daydream, and half expecting Dawn to belt out the information she craved. "So, how is he?" Dawn, ever the story teller, brought her along slowly. "He is good...great, actually. He lives down here, although, on Maui, he said. Owns his own little business." Maggie smiled and drifted off... +++ The summer she was fourteen, a dancing workshop cut into her precious vacation. Her mom stayed behind, and waited until it was completed, and then drove Maggie and her sister up three days later. That day, as they arrived, the talk was about the last cabin on the road. Slightly smaller than all the other cabins, it had never been occupied in their previous stays, but this summer was different. An older couple with a small child had rented it for a week. They were Americans, and very nice, but quiet and kept to themselves most of the time. Near the end of their stay, they were invited over for a cookout by Maggie's grandfather. The couple were older, in their fifties, with one son who was eleven. It didn't take long for him to fit in, running around with the other kids. +++ "So, what? You just going to tease me all night?" Dawn just giggled away. "Oh, and I suppose you have his number, right?" Dawn just giggled again, and Maggie knew she did. "Why? Would you want it?" Dawn was trying to play coy, but it was becoming difficult with the giggles setting in. "Yeah, I would...I think it would be great to say hi to him." All Dawn did was laugh. "Yeah, say hi...right." Maggie laughed, twisting her head and burying it into the pillow. The conversation moved onto other topics, and before she hung up the phone, Dawn just told her, "Don't worry. I will keep your gorgeous friend company until you show. Expect an email soon." The line went dead, and just like that, Maggie was left to sit there with her memories. +++ Every summer since, she would spend her time hanging out with Dean. She came to discover that they were born just two days apart...and that though he was three years younger, he was only two years behind, having skipped second grade. He would spend every morning fishing with his dad, and then invariably find Maggie. Her older sister would have nothing to do with the younger boy, so it would just be Maggie and Dean, and occasionally one of her other cousins. They quickly became good friends, eventually trading addresses and keeping in touch as penpals. She didn't see his age as an issue. Even as she went through high school, she came to love the two weeks where she would hang out with Dean and just shoot the breeze. +++ Monday morning, after teaching her first dance class of the day, Maggie went into her office. The administrative part of her job wasn't the most fun, but a necessary evil. She logged on, and checked her email. The standard work-related emails were there, in addition to one from Dawn. She smiled to herself as she opened it. In typical Dawn fashion, it was straight and to the point. 'Here you go...hope you have fun!' Below, Dean's contact information was listed. Email. A website. Telephone numbers. Bringing up a browser, she typed in the URL for the website in the email. The browser returned an informational site, much to her surprise. IT consultants. She pursed her lips, then did a search on the web for the name of the company. A little more information was revealed. The company he founded donated heavily to different charities in the area, and his name had been prominently mentioned in a couple of articles. She took her time reading, a slow smile languishing across her lips as she read about her old friend. She glanced at the clock on the PC and then checked the time zones. He was four hours behind her...so...it was only 6:30am there. She then checked her schedule. She had another dance class at 11am, then some quiet time for lunch and her administrative duties. Then another class at 1:30pm. "Noon." It came out as a whisper. As if she had to tell herself to call him. She almost blushed as she went out to the foyer to meet the next group of students. +++ When she graduated high school, like many of her friends, she wanted to get out and experience life on her own. And she put those vacations to the lake on hold. After her freshman year, she and Dawn spent the summer following a band around Canada. She wasn't able to make it to the family cabin. The following year, she broke her foot at a party just a week before her family was to leave for the lake, and missed that vacation as well. Her mother would perpetually brag about the fun times they had, and Maggie would always hint around, asking about Dean. Her mother would coyly play along, talking about how great he looked or about how much his mother was bragging about him. Maggie finally made it up to the lake after her junior year. She had dragged Dawn with her, as the two of them would have to leave early for a shopping expedition to Montreal they had planned all winter. That flitted right out of her mind when she saw Dean. The fifteen year-old boy that she had once known had grown about four inches over the past three years and added roughly fifty pounds. His blue eyes had magnified, growing a deep shade of sapphire, and his first year of college had not treated him poorly, to say the least. Despite the obvious physical attraction the two shared, they kept it rather simple, just enjoying their usual late evening talks. Dawn would join them, and the three would sit around the small campfire in front of her grandfather's cabin, content to pass the time drinking and talking about anything. At the end of that vacation, addresses were again swapped, and they went their separate ways. +++ She had just finished her second class, and spent a couple of minutes sitting at her desk. Her eyes were glued to the clock. Almost noon...meaning it was 8 am there. She froze reaching for the phone. How long had it been? Twelve years? She hesitated, wondering if he would even remember her. Even the thought of picking up the phone left her skin buzzing. Sure, it was only one night, but... As the phone rang, she actually began to hold her breath. "Hello, Syllagistics...Monique speaking, how may I direct your call?" Maggie's voice didn't fail her. "Dean McAlister please?" "Sure, please hold." The hold music was a light bouncy new-age mix. She almost giggled, listening to it. It took less than a minute, and she heard the telltale sign of the phone clicking as he picked it up. "This is Dean, can I help you?" Her voice did fail. His voice hadn't changed at all. Twelve years hadn't made a dent in anything, as she heard. She covered the handset, and took a deep breath. "Is anyone there? Can I help you?" Finally, her voiced cracked. "Hey...Dean. It's me, Maggie...Maggie Rainey." She rolled her eyes at her own voice...it sounded so far away. So distant. And she imagined him sitting there, rolling through a mental Rolodex of women, both business and pleasure, trying to put a name with a face. So, she almost choked at his response. "Wow...heya Maggie. God, it has been a long time. How are you, your parents?" And with that...that coy chuckle of his, his way of always making her feel normal, she finally stopped sweating. "Oh, everyone is fine...great really. What about you? I heard about your parents...I am so sorry." "Thanks, well, it happens. I am ok. I mean, in the general scheme of things, life is pretty damn idyllic." "Well, that's good." "So, I suppose you thought of me when Dawn talked to you?" A furious blush flared over her cheeks, and she feigned a cough to keep from giggling into the phone. "She did give me some information. Would you like to catch up? Do you have some time right now?" "I want to, I would love to, actually, but our day just started here. How about you give me your home number, and I can call you when I get out of here...?" She smiled softly to herself, as she gave him her number. They made tentative plans to talk later that night and she hung up, reveling in the fact that her skin was still buzzing. She almost bounced out of her seat as she left for lunch. +++ The day ended pretty normally. She dropped some bills off at the post office and drove through the snow back home. She lived in an artsy area downtown and was lucky to have found a little townhouse with a garage. The tail ends of her days varied, but despite the obvious aerobic activity necessitated by her workday, she always liked to get a simple treadmill workout in while watching TV. Then, a light dinner followed by a soak in the tub always left her in the perfect state for sleeping. Tonight would be different. She still went through the workout, but kept it short, and ate a quick dinner before she slipped into a scalding hot tub with a glass of wine. It didn't take long for that night to come flooding back to her. +++ After her senior year, her and Dawn had planned a perfect trip through Europe. Flying to London, then backpacking all the way to Greece, staying at hostels, just soaking up the experience. They were due to leave just a week after graduation. The only conflict was her family's annual trip. Her mother begged her to come, at least for a day to say farewell to everyone. She argued that, given her short time for getting ready, she couldn't possibly come. But, in the end, she finally relented. She would show and spend one night, and then take off for her trip. She and Dawn had driven up that morning and spent the entire day tolerating the "college grad" jokes that her family had just presented to her sister just the previous year. Dawn had to laugh along with her, as her entire family just spent hours razzing her about the real world. After dinner, her entire family settled back into their normal evening fun time. Maggie watched as a small campfire was built in the picnic area behind the cabin. Reclining back into her chair and just watching the sun lay against the water reminded her just how much she enjoyed her family. She had always cherished these times, as the smell of the smoke lingered about. The men were already playing cards, laughing and smoking cigars. The women were closer to the fire, using it to ward off the night chill. Dawn was already nodding off so she guided her into the cabin and downstairs to the small bedroom where her and her sister spent so many summers. After getting Dawn situated, Maggie laid down, pulling the cover up over her body, and tried to fall asleep. It was the clock that had done her in. The old fashioned wind up alarm clock, with its rhythmic pulse, finally made her rise. She quietly cursed the fact she had been trying to sleep for thirty minutes. She stretched out and glanced outside. The glow from the embers that remained of the campfire outlined a couple of silhouettes. Most likely a few men still playing cards. She shifted, rummaging through her backpack, to pull out a jogging bra and some sweat shorts, changing quickly. She stretched out in the small room and quietly made her way upstairs and out the front door. Stepping outside at 11pm she inhaled the cool night air, filling her lungs as her feet slowly and methodically pounded the gravel road. The ease of running was a byproduct of her dancing and helped to soothe her. She was used to running about three miles, so when she hit the end of the peninsula, she knew she was only at one mile. Not losing one step, she turned and jogged down the shoulder of the road towards the little store that was another mile away. Another advantage of running at night was the silence. The trees swayed in the air, the moon perfectly framing anything it cast its luminance towards. The paved road she was running had an odd glow to it, and her feet never faltered, as she continued on towards the store. Reaching the store, she made a wide turn and doubled back. As she neared the road for the peninsula, she was already sweating, and huffing. She was at her three mile mark at this moment, and had one more mile to go. Her muscles were already protesting, yet she ground forward. Turning that final corner near her grandfather's cabin, she padded to a trot and easily slowed to a walk. Her body was heaving as her lungs clawed for air. She walked past the cabin, her arms resting atop her head, stretching her torso out, opening her lungs as much as she could. Dean popped into her mind as she walked towards the cabin he and his family stayed in. She knew he would be up early to fish, and her brow furrowed. She had really wanted to see him. She was about to turn and walk back, when she heard it. It was only a cough, but it was definitely a human sound, and she froze right away. The moonlight didn't allow her to see anyone, but the dock attached to Dean's cabin bobbed softly and she saw a small cloud of smoke dissipating in the air. She walked furtively towards the dock, and was relieved to find Dean sitting there, staring out in space. The dock gently shifted beneath her feet as she strode down the planks, to walk around him and take a chair. Dean casually turned towards her, his smile mellow. "Heya gorgeous...how are you?" She reclined into the chair and glanced at him. He was wearing an old pair of cargo shorts and a heavy sweatshirt. He looked very relaxed, and had a beer resting in his hand. "Just fine...I take it your sophomore year was good?" He nodded, his eyes still searching for something in the night sky. She glanced out, seeing the stars, the blackness, and not much else. "School was good. Just a hammering blend of classes, sports, and fun..." His voice trailed off, and he shifted in his seat. "You need something to drink?" She nodded, and she heard him chuckle as he got up. "If you want..." he said with a wink, and set something on the armrest of his chair. She giggled softly she recognized the dugout immediately and reached for it. The dock swayed under his footsteps as he retreated to the cabin. The bat was already loaded up and she flicked the lighter and proceeded to take a long, slow drag. The smoke was mild, but her head immediately began to swim. She reclined against the chair and exhaled, watching the smoke rise and fade against the light of the moon. Another flame, and one more long toke, and she twisted to lay the dugout back on the armrest. Her skin was already buzzing, and she slumped back again, trying to ward off the impending giggles that would strike when she got stoned. A quick flash of light seared to the left of her and she jumped, her eyes trying to train themselves on what it might have been. A search of the night sky revealed nothing, and her brain was racing, when the dock shifted beneath her. Dean deposited himself into his chair and held out a bottle of beer. She uneasily took it as her eyes kept a close lookout. "Anything wrong?" She giggled, "I just saw something, I guess it freaked me out." He chuckled, his eyes scanning the sky again. "A meteor, sweets. You probably saw a meteor." She exploded into a gale of giggles, blushing quite furiously as she did. "Ohh, thank god! I didn't think I was 'that' stoned so quickly..." "What, did you think I was out here just staring at nothing?" She took a sip and reclined, giggling the entire time. The two of them spent the next ten minutes silently watching the sky. On more than one occasion, she would catch movement on her left and glance over, only to find him looking at her. The coy stares were fun, but she shivered as the night breeze slipped over her skin. He must have noticed, because for no reason he rose and stripped his sweatshirt off. "Here you go...I won't have you catching a cold on my watch." She smiled softly and wanted to argue until her eyes took in his body. After four years of college herself, she was used to guys with good, hard bodies. So, it always took something more to attract her. She liked guys that were artistic and smart. She had never really been attracted to jocks, because they were usually jerks. With Dean it was the opposite...she met him when younger, and their friendship was already solid. She knew he was an intellectual, despite his athletic scholarship. So, as he placed his sweatshirt in her lap, she was stuck looking at a body that had been chiseled into a something too perfect for words. Her mind flashed on a comparison to Michelangelo's 'David' as she drank in his beautifully sculpted form. Meteors His voice snapped her from her daydream. "You need another beer?" She shook her head, and he motioned to her as he turned, "Put that on, I can see goosebumps from here..." She giggled, but watched him walk away. His shorts hung loosely on his hips and his back was absolutely ideal. She took another drink and glanced out at the water. Her skin may have been buzzing from the pot, but she was warm on the inside for another reason. The dock shifted yet again, and he plopped back down on his chair. She made a fuss about pulling his sweatshirt on, but on the inside, she was feeling alive. The sweatshirt smelled like him; a musky, masculine scent with a dash of the sun thrown in. The sweatshirt was huge, and draped over her body. She reveled in being wrapped up in something of his, when his voice broke the silence again. "Busy day tomorrow?" She nodded, "Dawn and I just drove up for the night...we are leaving tomorrow morning, and flying to Europe in a couple of days." "That's awesome...where to?" "London, then probably backpacking through Europe. Maybe Greece...just wherever we want." His smile was contagious, as he patted the spot next to him. "Why don't you come over here? If I won't see you after tonight, I want to spend my time holding you." She blushed quickly, the crimson stinging her cheeks, "Ohh shut up." When she lifted her eyes again, he hadn't looked away. "Seriously...besides, if you fall asleep, I want it to be on me. I have a story for you anyway..." She giggled, acting like it was a chore to move, but rose nonetheless, and settled in between his legs. The deck chairs were wide enough to comfortably accommodate them, and she giggled as she sprawled out. Then, she brought her knees up and reclined against him, both of them watching the sky for anything that seemed too bright to be a star. She felt so safe...resting on a dock with her friend's arm casually wrapped around her. His right arm had slithered around her waist and rested against her, while his left hand held his beer. She half twisted, her words spilling out, "Hey, so what was this story?" He chuckled, and had she been able to turn around, she would have seen him blush, which would have been a first. "Sure you want to hear this?" She nodded, then rested her head against his chest. That chuckle again, then, "You were my first." "First? First what?" "First everything...love, lust, girl friend, you name it." Her mouth hung open, amazed at what she was hearing. "I loved coming here for the fishing, but it was you that made the trips special." She gazed out at the water, simply astounded by him. "Like...the first breast I saw...yours, when you dove in the lake one day, and your top came down...the first time I masturbated to a real person that I knew...I even took one of your pictures you sent me, and told everyone you were my girlfriend. You know, just that wild kid stuff." She couldn't help herself, giggling at him as he spoke. But the flashpoint in her body was soaring. She shifted her hips because she could feel her body responding to his words. "Come on, Dean...you never had any problems with girls." He smiled and his gaze filtered back out to the stars. She rose slightly and half-heartedly twisted around to look at him. Her voice dropped a couple of tones. "What did you think about?" "I just told you." She shook her head, and she pressed on. "No, I meant...when you...masturbated. What did you think of?" For the first time in all the years she had known him, she witnessed him blush. It wasn't the red-cheeked stinging crimson blush that she hoped for, but a blush regardless. She leaned in, and whispered, "Come on...tell me..." He shifted and turned to face her. His eyes had taken on a darker hue, that, even in the pale light of the moon, she recognized. His voice shifted down, between a whisper and a soft growl. "Just like that...just exactly like that." Her brow furrowed, and she tilted her head to gaze at him. "Like...what?" His chuckle was soft, but his eyes never changed. "Just what you did. Asking, and demanding at the same time. I just feel that..." He trailed off, and turned away, his eyes searching the stars for something. Her hand gripped his arm, and she continued, "Please, please tell me." "I felt that you are this sweet, nice woman, girl, that, I have known for years, but, in my thoughts, well...I just thought...imagined, whatever, that you were...more...frenzied than you let on." She smiled at him, and turned away for a moment. "Tell me more. What in particular?" "It was a long time ago..." "Surely you remember something?" He smiled softly again, and his voice was barely a whisper. "A princess. A slutty princess..." She giggled and turned, leaning into his chest again, while staring off at the stars. His arms snaked back around her and held her tightly against him. She leaned back, feeling his muscles shifting against her every time he moved. Soon, she was leaning far enough back that his chin was resting on her shoulder. She could feel every pulse of his breath against her throat. She shivered, and hoped he didn't pick up on it, but when his right hand came to life, she knew he had. That hand drifted out in front of her and then back, slipping beneath the sweatshirt he had loaned her. She immediately froze, and by force of habit, placed her hand on his. His voice was soft and gentle, yet so firm. "If you want me to stop, just say so..." And with that, his hand slid down, ever so slowly. Those fingers glided between her shorts and her panties, and her grip dramatically tightened on his wrist. Her breaths were coming faster, and her breasts were beginning to ache, the nipples straining against her bra. "Dean...please..." His hand never stopped...his fingers slid along the expanse of cotton covering her mound, and she clenched her thighs together as his fingers drew over her. "Please...what?" His tone was still soft, but had an odd taunt to it, almost daring her to make him stop. Her slim fingers were wrapped around his wrist, and they tightened even more, as his fingers rose and slid along her skin, this time underneath her panties. She drew in a long, whistling breath, her heart pounding fast. He took his time as his fingers sank back down, teasing those folds, now slick with her desires. She groaned softly, the noises from her throat a cross between a whimper and a moan. One of his fingers paused, circling, relishing in the feel of her. "You never said stop baby..." Then, the finger slid in. Her body was already buzzing. Her skin felt like a live wire, thrumming just for him. When his finger slipped into her, she took a long, dragging breath, and clamped her thighs around his hand again. His arm was so strong...her fingers were leaving marks on his wrist, as she couldn't control it. And her mind, be it the marijuana, or the stars, or him, had already made the decision for her body. Her hips slid out, towards his hand, and she was rewarded with his thumb atop her clit. She moaned, her hands seeking his body out behind her, as his finger slowly pumped into her. Her body began responding in earnest...she was literally dripping around his finger, and she was on fire, heating from the inside out. His finger twisted and she arched against him as he raked that soft, spongy patch. Even her fingers started to tingle. The rush of endorphins couldn't come soon enough, and every muscle tightened, as her orgasm blazed through her. She panted, her body just yearning for more. She twisted, wanting to kiss him, but he held her tight in his arms...his finger retreated, causing a whimper to slide from her throat, but it turned into a grunt, when he powered two fingers inside her. Her hips thrust lewdly forward and his fingers sank deep into her, his thumb mashed roughly against her clit. His words echoed in her head. "Do it again..." Spurred on by him and his fingers, she ground against him, riding his hand to another orgasm, this one slamming into her like a bolt of lightning, as his fingers pumped and pulverized her. His thumb ground forcefully into her clit, and she squealed his name as the orgasm carried her along. His slick fingers withdrew, pausing as they lingered before dropping, and swirling over the tight wrinkled flesh of her ass. She gasped, and growled over and over as he teased her. His slick finger eased slowly into her ass, her breath taken away as her ass softly burned around him. Her hands felt miles away, trying to stroke, or grab him, but finding air. His tongue snaked over her earlobe, kissing, tantalizing her the entire time. As the burn in her ass started to dissipate, he slid a finger into her wet folds as well, and she groaned again. She was desperate to kiss him, hold him, return something, but she was delirious at the prospect of being a play toy at the moment. His fingers slid into both her holes in unison, and she climbed slowly, clawing at the arm of the chair as she reached her apex yet again. His free hand slid against her throat, and his fingers lifted to her mouth, right before her first scream emitted, and the muffled sound was both breathless and spastic. She felt his cock beneath his shorts, hidden by the canvas, and, with whatever strength she had left, she twisted, and tried to stroke it. He had anticipated this move, and let her roll completely over, where she landed on her back. Hands yanked her shorts and panties down and, that quickly, his body was hovering over hers. His lips savored hers for the first time, and she gasped as they left all too suddenly, his mouth bypassing the expanse of flesh hidden by his sweatshirt to land on her clit. She was still struggling to catch her breath, and his raspy tongue rolling over her clit brought about an immediate aftershock. It didn't take long for him to begin lapping the delicious cream her body was offering. Her fingers sifted through his silky hair, and she whimpered as his lips parted ways with hers. Lifting himself up, he took his time dragging the sweatshirt from her body. Her skin was so alive, she barely registered the cool night air. Despite the rush from the previous orgasms, her skin tingled even more warmly simply from the way he gazed at her. His stare made her feel special. And when he mouthed the words 'so fucking gorgeous' to her, she almost came again, just from the intensity. She pulled herself up into his granite arms and kissed him as roughly as she could, her legs wrapping so tightly around him. He kissed back, tongues mingling, sucking at each other's. His shorts were being pushed down by both sets of hands, and she couldn't feel the smooth skin of his cock along her sex soon enough. He slid his hips slowly along hers, and the mere heat and ripples from the veins sent her into a lather. She pulled herself up the best she could, trying to mold herself against his body, their lips mashed together the entire time. His hips slid down, and soon the pressure of the head of his cock rested at her core. She begged softly into his mouth, and was rewarded with his hips driving forward. The wonderful pain of being stretched around him, his unyielding muscles plying into her, caused her to scream silently against his kiss. The stifled scream turned into a whimper when he dragged his cock out, but it was only a second before he plunged back into her again and again. His body was developing a delicious rhythm, their skin slapping together. Hips mashing, twisting, grinding into each other. She felt flushed, her skin baking as yet another orgasm was approaching. He slowed, and she felt her breath taken away as she rode the crest again, never truly orgasming, but never slowing. She was glowing, and her breath was coming in great gulps. Her head was spinning, and muscles were involuntarily fluttering, as her entire being focused on the cock driving into her. His body sped up, slamming his cock roughly into her. She was vaguely aware of his lips against hers, and she couldn't hold back. She came in a blinding fit, and thrashed beneath him, growing even more light-headed as her body seemingly forgot to breathe. He slowed for a second, dragged the ragged length of his cock out so slowly that her folds clamped down, trying to force him to stay buried. He suddenly rammed forward and she gasped, and her orgasm never slowed, burning her skin as her body spilled that delicious cream over his cock. His hips slowly ground to a stop and she growled, feeling full...stuffed. Her breath was coming in pants, and it took her a moment to feel his hands half scooping her up, as he reclined. She went from being on her back to sitting high on him, their bodies still locked together. She softly ground herself into him, his cock lodged firmly inside her, and she eased forward, sliding her lips against his. She almost blushed, as his gaze tore through her. He leaned back, and his hands, so rough and warm, worked their way up her sides, forcing up to sit up again. His whisper was so soft, "Just stay up there...I have to see you, all of you..." She growled softly and ground down against him. His hands cupped her breasts and she closed her eyes, concentrating solely on him. His hands molding her flesh; his cock wedged deep within her. She slowly rode him, fucking him, biting her bottom lip, her eyes wanting to wedge shut to enjoy the sensations, but remaining open to watch him. His hands guided her, sliding from her breasts to her hips, keeping her moving on his cock. It didn't take long before his hands took on a decidedly different tone...his fingers digging roughly into her hips as a low grunt emanated from his throat. Her soft walls could sense his cock changing as well, throbbing as his muscles tightened. She drove herself down harder, wanting to coax it out of him, wanting to give him something remotely like the pleasure he had given her. She leaned forward, her hands slamming against his chest, as her hips raised and lowered. Inhaling his cock before she raised up, only to slam back down. His fingers dug roughly against her, trying to pin her to him, but she fought through, and slammed down again and again. She felt him growing, pulsing in her, and that made her body react, fluttering around his cock as her own impending orgasm built. His growl started, followed by a grunt, then she felt the hot splash of him into her, again, and again, and again. His hips spasmed beneath hers, trying to drive up inside her even more, all the while she slammed down against him. His flood immediately sent her over the edge, and her body became a cauldron for their desires. She kissed him, savoring his growls as he pumped into her, and half collapsed against him. They stayed that way for a while, basking in the glow of each other. His arms slipped around her, holding her tightly against him, and she did the same, taking the time to slide one of her hands through his thick hair. Resting her head against him, she nuzzled him, and felt completely at peace with the world. +++ Maggie sighed, as those thoughts lingered. They had stayed locked together for hours, but as the sunrise grew close, they had slipped apart. They shared one last, long kiss, and promises had been made to get in touch once she returned from Europe. But even the best laid plans go awry. She had tried to get to Minnesota to watch a football game of his, but things had a habit of not going their way. Their phone calls and letters grew more sporadic, until they finally ceased. When the phone rang at 9:50, she took a deep breath, and answered it. "Hello?" That old, familiar chuckle slipped through, and she almost giggled at the sound of it, of him. "Heya gorgeous." She took a breath, and fought every desire to get sappy immediately, and just whispered back, "Hiya handsome." She really didn't know what to expect, and they both sat there in silence, listening to the other breathe. When he finally broke the silence, she blushed at the boundless implications of his words. "So, when are you coming to visit?"