5 comments/ 19868 views/ 7 favorites Our Perfect Storm By: WickedScribbler It was just a few days before Christmas, and the wind was chilly and doing an extra good job of sneaking down the back of my jacket collar as I lugged trash from my apartment to the dumpster located just across the parking lot. I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings, doing my best to keep my head hunkered down between my shoulders and out of the wind. Unfortunately for my sinuses, I wasn't doing a very good job of it, and my head was protesting this trek out into the cold December winds. Just as I reached the dumpster, I heard the sounds of garbage hitting the pavement, followed closely by the sound of a female vice lowly cursing her own clumsiness, and the cold wind and who knows what else. I tossed my bags into the dumpster and went around to see if I might be able to help. The first thing I saw was a bunch of boxes lying on the ground, then I noticed a female head with long brown hair caught by the breeze, and her hands darting around quickly trying to grab crumpled sheets of newspaper before they blew away. I quickly stepped over and started grabbing papers and stuffed them into one of the boxes she had dropped. It was obvious from the boxes and the paper that she had just moved in, along with the fact that I hadn't seen her before. I looked across the pile of garbage at her, and muttered the usual half-hearted hello people use when they first meet strangers in awkward situations. She looked up and used her right hand to brush some of her long brown hair out of her face, in the process hooking it behind her ear. As she did, I got my first look at her eyes, blue, with flecks of green and gray hidden in their depths... I think for a moment my heart stopped beating, or at least it skipped a couple of beats at the least. "Um.. looks like you had a problem," I mumbled, standing up with a couple of boxes in my hands, feeling strange tingles run through my body, and not sure if it was from embarrassment or impending frostbite. "Yeah... the damn wind snatched the boxes out of my hand just before I could get 'em in the dumpster," she told me, still squatting on the ground holding on to loose sheets of newspaper. "Let me get that for you," I said, stretching out my hand toward the papers she was holding. She placed them in my hand then grabbed the last couple of boxes and stood up. We tossed the papers and boxes in the dumpster then stood awkwardly for a few minutes, both of us searching for the next thing to do or say. Well, I know I was, and I just guessed she was also. She suddenly stuck out her hand and said, "Thanks. My name is Laura. I just moved in this weekend and needed to get rid of some empty boxes. Thanks for the help... I didn't look forward to chasing boxes and papers all over the complex." I grasped her hand and shook, her slim fingers feeling far too tiny and delicate in grip. I told her I was Jack and pointed across the lot at the building I lived in. she told me she lived in the building right across the court from mine. We shook hands again, then both headed for our respective apartments, eager to get out of the cold. I shut and bolted the door behind me as I entered my apartment and tossed my jacket on one of the chairs. I went over to my recliner and flopped down to watch some tv. As I absentmindedly flicked through the channels, I saw a pair of blue eyes floating in front of me. Some little voice was telling me that meeting Laura would be good for me in the long run. Personally, I believed it was time something good happened to me. I had had a girlfriend for a couple of years, Elizabeth, a tall blond with bright green eyes who was a sex maniac at times, and ice cold bitch at others. She kept her body in shape through strict diets she could never get me to try, a lot of biking, and as I late found out, a lot of extracurricular fucking. Well maybe not a lot, just with her boss at the bank where she worked. The one she left me for... I had just decided to ask her to marry me and had bought the ring and had it stashed in my closet. My plan was to ask her that weekend, but when I called her on Wednesday to make plans for the weekend she dropped the bomb on me... she was calling it off. She had fallen in love with her boss at work, and wanted to work on a relationship with him... yada yada yada. I slammed the phone down, and called up one of her co-workers that I knew very well and asked her what she knew about this. She told me that it wasn't something new, Elizabeth had been fooling around with him ever since he'd bought a new Porshe. "Is she fucking him, or his car," I yelled, ready to throw the phone across the room. "To tell the truth Jack? I think she's fucking his car and his wallet... and the only way to get to both is through him. I'm sorry ya had to find out like this, but you're better off with out her ya know." "Yeah.. still sucks though..." I hung up the phone and pulled out a bottle of tequila and promptly forgot everything until the next morning. All that had happened 6 months ago, and I had been feeling like the biggest loser around. I still felt like a loser, but those eyes kept haunting me, even after I gave up remembering the break up and went to bed. A couple of days later I met Laura in the laundry room. This meeting wasn't as awkward as the last, and I felt happier than I had in a long time when she looked up from the book she was reading, flashing a smile as I came in the door with my load of clothes. We chatted as I tossed my stuff into two of the machines. She told me that she was 24 and had just moved here to wonderful South Carolina from Florida to be near her grandmother, the last close relative she had, and for some reason I sensed in her voice, a deeper reason, a darker reason. I told her that I was headed soon to 37 and worked for myself, running a little odd job business... going out to do simple repairs for people who were unable to do it themselves, or weren't able to hire some professional to do it while gouging their wallets of every thin dime they could get Laura said she she had just gotten a degree in accounting and management, and had taken a job at a local bank, then looked at me strangely as I started laughing when she told me which bank. "No.. no there is nothing wrong with that bank," I told her when she asked me if I had a problem with that bank. "No... I use it for all my business. My ex works there.. that's what I was laughing about." I told her about Elizabeth and the bank manager and the Porshe. She shook her head and started laughing too. When I asked her what she was laughing about, she told me that the day before she'd seen the district manager in his Mercedes getting his brains screwed out by Elizabeth. I started laughing and was soon holding my sides trying to keep from spitting apart while thinking that Elizabeth was certainly climbing the ladder... from Porshe to Mercedes, from bank manager to district manager. She then told me about the ex she had left behind. I learned soon that his last name was Bastard, and his first was either Fucking, or Goddamn... or maybe one or the other was a nickname. I never knew, but over time I would start to think of him as Mr. Bastard. After we finished our laundry we headed back to our own places, me feeling a lot better now that I'd been able to talk to someone about my ex, and discovering I wasn't alone in being run over. I lay down on my couch and idly started replaying my chat with laura in my mind. I was glad we had met somewhere warm this time because as much as I'd been hurt, and had sworn off women for the present, it had been nice to watch her as she wandered around the laundry room, tossing clothes in the dryer... later folding them, moving gracefully from place to place. Her hair was long, just past the middle of her back, brown with just the lightest hint of waviness. She was maybe 2 or 3 inches shy of my own 5'10", pleasingly chunky, just enough padding to take the sharp corners off, a very nice rack, and a nice set of wide hips that looked like they were made for some one to hold onto while dancing at the club, or between the sheets... and way too young to be interested in an old dog like me. Ah well, nothing gonna happen there, but we seemed to get along well enough, and it would be nice to have a friendly face around to talk to from time to time. As I lay there thinking of her, I started to drift off to sleep, vaguely realizing that my pants had grown way too tight... Time passed, and by the time late spring rolled around, Laura and I were fast friends. One of us was always at the other's place it seemed, and as spring rolled around we started a tradition of cooking hamburgers on the grill either on Friday or Saturday night. We would start cooking and before we knew it, several of the people we knew would be hanging around. It wasn't a date for us or anything like it. It was more like a party of friends, although a couple of the people we knew started asking when it WAS gonna be a date. I would mumble something about being too old to handle dates, and Laura would stick her tongue out, squinting her eyes and making me break out laughing, feeling at least 10 years younger again. The only bad part about our weekly cookouts was the fact that warm weather in upstate SC also brings late afternoon or early evening thunderstorms. So as spring grew closer to summer, the cookouts moved indoors or were canceled. It was one of those storms that made us cancel a cookout that changed my whole view of the world. Over time I had noticed that Laura got tense anytime a storm came through, and more often than not if there was thunder involved she would call to cancel and stay at her apartment. This Friday night was no different, and I didn't blame her at all for staying in her place. It was pouring down rain outside, and the parking lot looked to be a couple of inches deep in water. In the background thunder rumbled, drawing closer with each tick of the clock. From out of nowhere it seemed, a blinding flash of lightning struck blowing out the transformer for our complex. The air conditioner went dead immediately, and the lights flickered two or three times then followed suit. About 2 or 3 minutes later I heard my cell phone ring, and I rushed to the bedroom to answer it. "Hello," I said, wondering who was calling, and cursing myself for not looking when I flipped it open. "Jack? It's me.. Laura. Um.. can I come over?? there's no power here.." she said, sounding nervous. "None here Laura, and you'd be out of your mind to get out in that rain.." "I know, but.. I'm scared, and need some company," she told me, the sound of her voice reminding me of a lost little girl for some reason. "If you think you can swim that far, you know you're always welcome over here.. didn't need to ask ya know..." I told her. "Okay.. bye." "Bye." I hung up and went to make sure my door was unlocked. I opened it and stood looking out, watching her run across the lot, each step spraying water into the air, her long hair plastered to her face and back, and shirt sticking to her body. I stood aside and ushered her into my apartment and then closed the door, unconsciously admiring the view of her jeans and shirt plastered to her shivering body. "You look like a drowned rat," I informed her, shaking my head at the stupidity of anyone who'd run out into rain like that. " 'm sorry" she mumbled. "I just can't stand thunderstorms... especially not with the power off too." Just as she finished telling me that, another bolt hit nearby triggering a loud blast of thunder that made her jump up, her arms folded around her body for warmth and protection. "See what I mean?" "Uh... yeah... look.. you need some dry stuff to put on" I told her, heading for my room. I dug in my chest of drawers and pulled out a t-shirt and and some lightweight workout pants, knowing they would fit her since they tied closed with a string. After some quick debate I also grabbed a pair of boxers, even though I didn't know if she needed or would wear. I grabbed a towel on the way back to the living room where she was waiting, huddled up on the couch, her legs drawn up and her folded arms resting on her knees. Her chin was propped on her folded arms and wet hair was laying flat against her back. She looked like she was 12 instead of 24 and it was all I could do to keep from going over and hugging her, rocking her to sleep. I gave her the clothes and she quietly said thanks and went to the bathroom to change. I sat on the couch and scratched my head wondering why someone would be so afraid of a storm. When she came out, I told her to sit back down then went on a hunt for some candles, or a flashlight, anything that would give light later on. There was still enough light coming through the windows since it was a couple of hours until sunset, but I knew that once it started to grow darker we, she, would need some light. I rounded up a few candles, a flashlight that still worked, and an old cigarette lighter that had lain unused in a kitchen drawer for who knew how long. I placed the things on the table and sat down in my recliner. I looked over at Laura, once again with legs drawn up, chin resting on her arms, and saw her big fear filled eyes looking around, seeking comfort. I got up and sat down beside her, a good foot or two between us, and she scooted over until her hip touched mine. "Laura... maybe I shouldn't ask.. but.. ah... why... why are you so scared of thunderstorms?" The room lit up from another bright bolt, and I could feel her body tense up waiting for the inevitable bang, a loud rolling peal of thunder that seemed to go on for 30 seconds or more. "Mmm.." she began, biting her thumbnail, "when I was 15, we had a thunderstorm where I lived. I was in school that day, and my parents were at home... dad worked 3rd and was asleep... they guess mom was taking a nap too... anyway... lightning hit the house and set it on fire, and they... they..." she trailed off as quiet sobs started deep inside her. I didn't need to hear the rest though. I could figure it out. The house burned and her parents died in it. I slipped my right arm around her, my hand rubbing her right arm, and my left hand started to rub her thigh. I rocked her a little and she placed her head on my shoulder. Every time a bolt would flash, she would bury her face in her hands and press tighter to me. I felt lost, not knowing what to do to calm her. We sat like that for who knows how long, but she finally pulled herself together. She sat up straight and I looked over to make sure she was alright. Her eyes were a red and her eyelids were puffy, but she seemed to be more in control then; the thunder was starting to fade into the distance and the rain was slacking off a bit. I started to really look at her face then. Oh I had looked at her before and thought she was pretty enough, but in the light coming through my windows she looked .. I'm not sure how to describe it. She was beautiful sure, but it was something more... like an angel? A devil? What? I think it was then I really saw her as a woman. Oh I had noticed she was a woman, but I'd never really seen her as one. Her face was heart shaped, framed her long brown hair, her eyes large and spaced widely apart. She never really wore a lot of make up, and has lost what little she might have had earlier when she ran through the rain. She didn't really needed it I thought. Her skin was lightly tanned and hinted at a touch of Native American, or maybe Asian, somewhere in her past. As I said before her eyes were blue with a touch of gray and green and seemed to be pulling me in. I looked down, breaking eye contact and my gaze swept across her upper body. The shirt I had given her clung to her well formed breasts, drawing attention to the fact that she was well built, with a pair of nipples that were peaking out at me. I guessed she wore a nice C, and wondered how she would look with no shirt on. I shifted around and tried to unobtrusively shift my rapidly filling hard-on to a more comfortable position in my pants. Just when I finally succeeded, she stood up and said she needed to go to the bathroom. As she walked down the hall I couldn't help but notice that the pants I had given her clung to her butt and thighs, and felt a rush of lust flood through my body. While she was in the bathroom, I dug up some cards and a couple of other games that didn't require electricity, and found an old battery powered radio that still worked. I turned it on and found a weather update... no good news there.. hail in some areas surrounding us, and more storms coming through, expected to last most of the night, with the possibility of tornadoes... oh joy. She came in to the room just as the report was winding up, mentioning more storms moving into the area . Laura gave a groan of dismay and plopped down onto the couch again. I grabbed the cards and asked her if she wanted to play. She nodded and gave a quick grin. I asked what she wanted to play and she gave me a very mischievous wink before saying "strip Poker." I laughed and shook my head and told her "That's no good, I already own what you're wearing.. and it's not a lot for ya to bet with anyway. Besides... ya might win and regret seeing me run around here naked." "Or I might win and like seeing you run around naked," she said, winking again. We finally settled on Blackjack and took turns winning and losing. It had finally grown dark and we lit the candles and played cards and talked about our lives and family and friends. "Ya know, this is more fun than I ever had on any of my dates with that Fucking Bastard," Laura told me. "All he wanted sex." "Uh..." I searched around for something to say, something to ask. "Did you...?" "No... well the Goddamn Bastard did try to take my cherry one night when I was asleep." I felt a low growl start deep in my chest, and I know Laura heard it too. She reached over and put her hand on mine. "Don't worry... the asshole was so fired up thinking about it that he cum on my leg before he even got near to getting in..." "Ah.. why were ya asleep?" "Bastard got me drunk enough to pass out.. musta figured it was the only way he'd get to fuck me." I blushed thinking about her in the nude with some guys seed on her leg. I looked up and saw her staring directly into my eyes, and felt something reconnect in my body that had been shut down since Elizabeth had dumped me. I had felt like a loser, but now I felt like I could have any woman I put my mind to having, and a little part of my mind was telling me that this was one nice woman even though I was too old to be of interest to her. The thunder outside had slowly been creeping closer as we talked, and before we knew it, long booms were rolling past us, growing in volume every minute. It was a couple of minutes before I started to hear a light ticking against glass door to my balcony. I walked over and slid the blind aside and noticed a few pieces of hail rolling around on the balcony floor. Laura came over to stand beside me, and we watched as the hail grew in intensity and size. Lucky for me, the roof of my building protected my balcony door from everything but the lightest, smallest stuff. But the parking lot, and the cars especially, were taking a beating from chinks of ice that had grown to golf ball sized, then to near baseball size. Laura pressed against my side and I slipped my arm around her shoulders. We watched in amazement as huge chunks of ice fell out of the sky, beating leaves and limbs off of trees and wincing when one hit the windshield of my truck, shattering the glass into a million pieces. The sound of the hail hitting was a constant ear drum breaking roar, and made me feel very small and helpless, a field mouse caught in the open night while owls hunted overhead. Our Perfect Storm My right hand started to rub up and down Laura's back, feeling the gentle bumps of her spine, the silky feel of her hair on the back of my hand, and subconsciously taking note of the fact that she was braless. I had known it before, but feeling it made it more real. She pressed her body closer to mine and I could feel the warm softness of her breast pressing against my ribs. She laid her head on my shoulder and we watched the storm in a trance, finally snapping out of it when the hail finally petered out. The parking lot was littered with leaves and broken limbs being washed away by the torrent of rain still falling from the sky. The last light finally faded away and everything was dark, except for the strobe flashes of lightning, no where as frequent as the earlier storm, but more than enough to see the ravaged landscape of the parking lot. I turned to face her, and I felt her arms slip around my back. Her warm breasts pressed against my chest and I was acutely aware about her. I could smell the lingering scent of the shampoo she used in her long hair. I could smell the warm, subtle scent of her skin, her own scent, not one bought in a store. I felt my cock start to fill with blood, swelling and thickening, growing longer. I stepped back from her so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable, thinking I was trying to take advantage of her. She shifted her weight around as if to regain her balance, for a moment firmly pressing her mound against my hard-on. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and when I asked her why, she told me, "Jack, you've made me feel safe. For the first time in years I feel safe in a storm." "Well what are old, wise neighbors for?" I asked, a big grin plastered on my face. She pulled me a little closer and burrowed her face against my chest. "Stop it.. you aren't old ya know." "Yeah?? I sure as hell feel like it, especially around young people like you." Laura stuck her tongue out and kissed me on the cheek again. "I'm hungry," she said, heading for the kitchen. She had almost reached the kitchen when she stumbled over a bag of trash I had planned to take out before the storm started. She started to fall forward, but managed to twist as she fell and landed on her butt instead of her face. "Oh shit! Are you alright?" I asked, reaching down to help her up. She grabbed my hands and stood up then reached around to rub her back. "Yeah.. just banged up my back a little I think. If ya got a couple of aspirin I might take a couple of those. "Sure thing.. grab a drink while I get 'em for ya." Laura opened the fridge and grabbed a drink. I handed her the aspirin bottle and she swallowed a couple and giving thanks that the fridge had kept the drinks cool. We rummaged around inside the refrigerator and found stuff for sandwiches and a couple of drinks. We ate by candlelight, sitting in the floor, and playing cards for a while. We played dominoes for a bit and then switched to backgammon. Finally about midnight or so, the last of the thunder and lightning faded out, although the rain was still pouring from the sky. I told Laura she was welcome to use my bed if she didn't want to get wet again, and she smiled and said thanks. "But where are you going to sleep?" she asked. "I've got an air mattress I bought a while back, in case I ever had company. I'll try it out tonight and you can take my bed." I went and got the mattress out of the closet and started to inflate it while she sat and watched. Her hand moved up to her mouth to stifle a yawn and she told me she was going to bed. I reached down to help her up and she got up with an effort, grunting because her back was hurting again. I walked down the hall with her, my hand rubbing her lower back. I got some sheets out to put on my mattress and told her good night. She gave me another kiss on the cheek and a quick hug. I left her the flashlight and groped my way back to the mattress. I tossed the sheets on it and lay down. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep. "Jack? Jack? Wake up..." I woke up and rolled over, and saw Laura standing over me. Light was coming through the balcony door from the parking lot lights and gave her the resemblance of an angel or ghost standing there in the room. Her hair was in disarray, face puffy with sleepiness, and I thought she'd never looked more pretty.. and my cock thought she'd never looked more sexy. Sexy? Huh? Where had that come from? But it was true. Then it hit me! She was standing the light coming from outside. I looked around and saw the clock on my VCR blinking. I sat up and dumbly said "Look.. we've got power." Laura gave me a sleepy smile and nodded. "Are you alright?" I asked her, watching her expression. "Ah.. just looking for a couple more aspirin.. back is still a little sore." I got up and started toward the kitchen. I heard Laura give a low groan and assumed her back had given her a bad time. I grabbed the bottle of aspirin and turned around to give it to her. As I did, I noticed for the first time that she was in just the shirt and boxers I had loaned her. I couldn't help but check her out and noticed her eyes flick up and down too. It was then my sleep fogged brain remembered that I was only wearing a pair of boxers myself. I handed her the bottle, quickly checking to make sure my stiff rod wasn't poking out of the fly. It wasn't, but there was no way in hell I could cover up the fact that it was sticking out. Laura swallowed the pills and squeezed her eyes shut, tilting her head back as she rubbed her back. Before I could think, I found myself offering to rub her back for her. "Thanks... I could really use that," she told me. I remembered that I had a bottle of massage oil, left over from my time with Elizabeth, and went to my bedroom, followed closely but Laura. Reaching into my closet, I pulled the bottle out and had a flash if inspiration. "Since we have power, why don't ya check and see of the water is hot and take a shower first. It will help loosen your muscles some." "Okay," Laura said sleepily. While she took her shower, I put the bottle into some warm water to warm the oil up. I straightened the sheets and arranged the pillows so she could easily rest her head while I rubbed her back. After about 20 minutes, she came out of the shower, her hair damp, and my shirt clinging to her warm, damp skin. I motioned for her to lay on the bed and she stretched out on her belly. Leaning over to the side of the bed, I retrieved the bottle of oil and poured some in my hand. I lifted the hem of the shirt and slid my hand under to start rubbing her back. After a couple of minutes it became obvious that this wasn't going to work. I pushed the shirt up as far as I could, while she lifted her body a little to allow the shirt to slide more freely. This gave me enough room to work on her lower back with both hands and she gave a contented sigh as I was working her back, from just below her shoulder blades to a few inches above her waist. After a little while of this, she told me she wanted me to rub a bit higher.. her neck and shoulders were stiff and she thought I would do a good job of relaxing them. Her neck and shoulders weren't the only thing that was stiff. My rod had swollen to it's full 6 inch length and 2 inch width. I tried to do her neck and shoulders, but the shirt was just in the way. Finally I had the great idea of pushing it up until she could slip her head out, leaving her neck and shoulders wonderfully bare. My oiled hands worked the soft smooth skin of her neck and she groaned, a sound that carried contentment and maybe a note of excitement as well. The feel of my hands on her back and neck and shoulders was exquisite torture for my cock. It was throbbing and had worked it's way out of the fly of my boxers. I didn't notice until I leaned forward to get a little more oil and the tip rubbed against her leg. I froze for a moment, scared she might take I the wrong way, but she only asked why I had stopped. I told her I had to go to the bathroom for a minute and she murmured into the pillow that I better not be gone too long... In the bathroom I took deep breath and tried to clear my head. My hand was unconsciously, squeezing my cock and my skin felt like it was on fire; my cock was throbbing and anting to do more than just massage her. It took a few minutes but I finally started to calm down a little bit. Just because giving her a massage had turned me into a raging ball of hormones, I had no real reason to believe she felt the same about me. My throat was dry with nervousness and I needed a drink. I checked to make sure my erection was covered up, no reason to make her think I was a pervert, then I quietly padded my way to the kitchen, after quickly looking into the bedroom to make sure she was still there. She was lying on her side, legs sprawled in different directions, and my boxers had bunched up around her leg, just showing me the bottom curve of her buttocks. She had pulled the shirt back down a bit, but I could still see the sexy curve of her lower spine. My throat became drier and I turned back toward the kitchen. As I was swallowing the last of my Sprite, I heard Laura padding slowly up the hall toward the kitchen. I turned to toss the can in the trash, so I didn't see her come in. she slid up behind me and wrapped her hands around my waist pulling me closer. It was then that I realized she no longer had a shirt on. Her bare breasts grazed my back and she leaned back for a moment so just her hard nipples rubbed just below my shoulder blades. My cock gave a lurch and I groaned. "That was for rubbing your hard-on against my leg," she whispered in my ear. "Mmm... Laura... that was an accident ya know..?" "Maybe, but... God I've been wanting to feel it since we were watching the hail," she said, her voice a throaty whisper full of longing and lust. Her hands started sliding up and down my chest, then before I knew it her right hand had slid down my stomach and into the waistband of my boxers. Her fingers raked through my pubic hair before she firmly grasped my hard cock. Her thumb started flicking across the tip and it wasn't long before I felt her start to smear my pre-cum across the head of my dick. I leaned back, feeling her breasts press hard into my back, and groaned and she continued to flick her thumb back and forth. I felt her warm breath on my back, then felt her give her head a toss, sending some of her long hair across my shoulder. The feel of her silky hair on my skin, and the feel her hand massaging my cock was pure heaven. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I felt her other hand slide down my body and start to play with my balls, then she bit my neck... along the back where it joined my shoulder. Up until that point I could have walked away... it would have been hard as hell, and I would have spent a long time masturbating thinking about it I feel sure.. but once she bit my neck it was all over. Her teeth sank deep into my muscle and I felt her tongue flick across the skin trapped between her teeth. I gave a low growl deep in my chest; half moan of need, half animal growl of lust. My arms slipped around her waist and hers went around my neck. I looked into her eyes and asked "Why are you doing this with an old man like me?" She looked in my eyes, "God Jack. You got any idea how many times you've had me hard and wet since I met you? Jesus... I've been wanting to do this for a long time, but after what that whore did to you, I knew ya needed time... hell.. after dealing with Bastard, I've been needing the same thing too..." "But... why me?" I shook my head in disbelief, curious for her answer. "Because ya didn't try to make a move on me? Because you gave me my own space? Because you've been a great friend? Lots of reasons... not sure of all of 'em myself to tell ya the truth." I leaned forward and she did too, and our lips met in a soft kiss. Part full of friendship, part full of two lovers just discovering each other. The second kiss was more intense. Our tongues flicked out at practically the same moment and began dancing against each other, exploring each other's lips and teeth and tasting shared breaths. My hands moved up to cup her face and I felt her hands slide down to shove my boxers to the ground. I stepped out of them and her hands started stroking my rod and sack once again. My hands slid down her back and into the back of the boxers she was wearing. I started squeezing her buttocks and as I did a low moan escaped her mouth. Her hands went up around my neck and her fingers tangled themselves in my hair. I pushed her underwear down and she pressed her mound against my sack and the underside of my cock. I slid one hand around in front and started massaging her breasts. I pulled back long enough to look at her nipples standing out. The aureola were a sort of dusty rose color... not quite red. Her nipples stuck out nearly ¾ of an inch and were close to a ½ wide. I couldn't resist, I lowered my head and took the left one between my lips, sucking it, gently taking it between my teeth and flicking my tongue up and down across the tip, rolling it between my lips. My left hand slid between her thighs and the spngy softness of her pussy lips was soaking wet. I could feel her clit swollen long and hard and she gave a twitch as I flicked my fingers across it. I stopped kissing her breast and removed my hand. I grabbed my cock and slid down enough for it to slip between her legs and rub against her wet sex. She moaned in my mouth as the head made contact, grinding against her clit. I started to thrust my hips back and forth for a few minutes, bumping her clit with the head of my cock each time, and slowly working deeper between her labia, closer and closer to her vagina. Laura pulled back and grabbed my hand, leading me toward the bedroom. When we got there, we stood at the foot of the bed hugging and kissing once more. She reached down and started rubbing my cock up and down against her little button. Her hands kneaded my ass, and mine reached up to tug and tweak her nipples, gliding over the soft warm skin of her breasts. After a few minutes more of foreplay, she sat down on the foot of the bed and placed my cock between her tits. She pushed them together with her hands and started to slide up and down my shaft. My hands slid along the side of her face and into her long hair, massaging her scalp as she fucked my hard shaft with her soft tits. After a few minutes she stuck her tongue out and opened her mouth. Each time my cock slid up her cleavage, the head slid across her warm wet tongue and into her mouth. It felt wonderful, but it became even more intense when she stopped using her breasts and wrapped her lips around my shaft. Her right hand was pumping up and down my shaft and her tongue was doing wild things to the head. Her left hand slid over my balls and started to run the skin between my scrotum and anus. The tip of her finger teased back to my anus then came back to rub the sensitive skin just behind my balls. I couldn't take any more after this and an explosive orgasm hit, sending jets of my cum into her mouth. Some escaped from her lips and ran down my shaft, settling between her thumb and forefinger. I looked down and Laura smiled, lifting her hand to her mouth and licking it clean. She swallowed and gave my cock one final kiss. "Oh fuck.... that was... damn.. I've never had a girl.." I said incoherently "Swallow?" she asked teasingly. I nodded. "Mm... well you never have to worry about that with me," she replied, giving me a sexy wink. "Oh yeah? Do that too many times and you'll kill an old man," I told her She reached around and smacked my butt, and I laughed, then pushed her back on the bed. I reached down and grabbed her right foot and lifted her leg. "And what do you plan to do with that?" Laura asked. "Oh don't you worry," I said, "you'll find out soon enough. I started kissing up the inside of her leg, slowly working my lips farther and farther up. I started at her ankle and kissed my way up to her knee, then returned to her ankle. Each time I would go a little higher, sometimes kissing, and sometimes licking. When I was finally a few inches from her pussy, and I could see her clenched buttocks squirming on the bed, I put that leg down and started on her left leg. I did the same thing to her left that I had done to her left. She was gripping the sheets in her fists and looking at me with glazed eyes. She closed her eyes for a moment as I once again neared her pussy, ready to feel more than my teasing kisses I'm sure... God knows I was ready for more. When I stopped and made like I was going to kiss her other leg again, she grabbed my hair and told me in a quiet lust filled whisper/groan that I better not stop. I took one of her hands and kissed the inside of her wrist and told her not to worry. I leaned back for a moment to enjoy the view. Her pussy was mostly shaved. The lips were absolutely bare, but she'd left a small triangle just about her clit. The hair was very fine, straight aand maybe an inch long at the most, and sparsely scattered over her mons. I knew that even if she didn't shave she wouldn't have a whole lot of hair there. I leaned forward, inhaling her scent. My tongue flicked out and made contact with her clit. I gave her a light delicate flick, one that I'm sure felt more like a ghost's kiss than from a man getting ready to make his girl cum. The next flick was a little more firm, pressing a little harder against her swollen joy button. The third lick I think was torture from the moans she gave. I pressed my tongue hard against her clit then slowly dragged it up wards, the tip of my tongue curled into her pussy lips. When the tip finally hit the hood of her clitoris, she twisted her hips to one side and held my head in place. I looked up and saw her nipples poking into the air and slid my hands slowly up her belly as my lips kissed her pussy and my tongue flicked over her clit. Her hands slid up to hold mine in place over her breasts and it wasn't long before her hips were moving up and down, fucking her clit on my tongue. I slid my hands down and under her thighs curving around to spread her pussy open. I stuck my tongue in her hole for a moment then drug the tip of my tongue up to lightly caress her swollen pleasure node. I reached down with one hand to slip a couple of fingers inside her, and as I did her orgasm hit, lifting her hips off the bed for a moment, and squeezing my fingers with her pussy as if it was a fist... over and over.. squeeze... squeeze... squeeze... squeeze... squeeze... squeeze... squeeze... squeeze... slowly growing weaker. The whole time she was cumming, I could hear Laura gasping through her clenched teeth... "Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Oh fuck..." I sat up and looked at her chest rising and failing as she panted, her orgasm having drained her for a moment. I slid up beside her and she turned around so her back was to me. I slid my arms around her and pressed my cock between the cheeks of her ass. She nestled back against me and wiggled her hips. I bit the back of her neck and she moaned. "Mmm... I'm glad I did that now... even if we never did anything else.. I'm glad I bit the back of your neck..." she sighed, laughing lightly. "Nothing else?" I asked. "Uh uh... lots more.. but if anything happened right now I'd be happy.. never felt this good in my life." "Mmm... you fit just right" I told her, pulling her body tighter to mine. "Uh.. Jack..?" "Yes Laura?" "You got any.. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..." she stuttered, rubbing her leg against mine. "Got any rubbers ya mean? Yeah.. got a few left from when the ex left." "Good.. I'm not on the pill or anything... but I really do wanna do more..." She turned over and threw her leg over my hip. My cock rested against her slit. I got up and walked to the bathroom. In one of the drawers I had a pack of rubbers left over and looking inside I was disappointed to find only two. Oh well, I thought to myself, two is better than none. Our Perfect Storm I walked back to the bed, my hard cock leading the way and Laura was laid back on the bed, absentmindedly stroking her pussy with one hand and twirling a lock of long hair around the forefinger on her other hand. I tossed the condoms on the bed and said "I got two.. that's it 'til I can shop." Laura looked slightly disappointed, but said two would do for now. I climbed up on the bed between her spread legs. She reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking it to make sure it was hard while I ripped open the condom package. "Sorry it ain't longer," I told her, my face tingling from a blush. "The Bastard was about 3 inches.. but you're a lot thicker.. might be a tight fit... never tried one quiet this thick before." "Oh," I asked, a slight twinge of jealousy sparking in my breast. "How many have ya had, and how big?" "Mmm... one boyfriend when I was about 14... he was maybe 17... about 8 inches maybe.. but not this thick. We only did ... ahhhhhhhhhh..." "Yes? Only did what?" I inquired. "Anal sex... a couple of times. I also have a vibrator that I've used more th an once.. it's not this big" she said, giving my shaft a couple of quick tugs. "Mmm.. I can think of a better place for you to put that" I told her. She smiled and reached for the rubber I was holding in my hand. She rolled it down my shaft, then stroked her fingers across her pussy a couple of times coating them with her juices, then smearing them on my shaft. I watched as she then inserted a couple of fingers in her pussy, opening her lips and then she grasped my waist with both hands tugging me closer. I held my cock in line with her opening, and slowly inserted the head into her cunt. She tossed her head back, the muscles in the side of her neck standing out and she groaned as my shaft slowly spread her open. Her legs slid up around my waist, her heels against my lower back, and her nails dug in to the tops of my shoulders. "Fuck me Jack.. long and hard..." I groaned and started sliding my cock in and out of her tight warm pussy. She pulled on my hips to get me in the rhythm she wanted, and I started going in at just a little bit of an angle, slapping my pubic bone against her clit with ever thrust. I looked deep into her eyes as we made love, our rhythm changing ever few minutes from hard animal fucking, my cock pounding in and out of her wet pussy, to slow gentle love-making, grinding the base of my cock and pubic bone against her clit. Her hips rotated in little circles the whole time making me feel like ever stroke was going to be the last one. I have no idea how long we were at it, our bodies bucking together, but finally one of her wiggles was the last one that sent me over the edge. I felt the cum release from my balls and surge out of my shaft collecting in the tip of the rubber. My arms gave out and my head landed on her tits. She stroked my back and told me to hold still a moment.. then her hips went to work fucking my spent cock. The feeling was almost more than I could stand, the feel of my slippery cum and the rubber against the head of my dick. Then suddenly I heard her gasp and felt her pussy start to grip my shaft as she had her on orgasm. We both laid there spent, my shaft still buried deep inside her. We rolled over onto our sides, my cock slipping out of her pussy, just stroking each other. My hand stroked the inside of her thigh and hers reached around me to stroke my back. We kissed and caressed each other from head to foot I think. My cock had rejuvenated its self after all the kissing and stroking and was ready for more action. I looked down and the condom was still wrapped snuggly around my cock. Laura noticed too and giggled, then she pushed me onto my back. She threw her leg over me, straddling my hips and slowly lowered herself onto my shaft. This time it was just slow gentle love making. She would raise up slowly til my cock was just about to pop out of her pussy, then slowly lower her self again. Once I was snugged deep inside again she would rock back and forth against me, working her clit. My hands played with her breasts and she leaned forward to french kiss me, her long hair trailing over my chest. Since I had already cum twice, I knew it would take a while before I was ready to cum again, but Laura had two things going for her.. she was young, and female. She rocked until her orgasm was close, then she reached down and spread her lips with two fingers so she could rub harder against my groin. I felt her orgasm hit, a quick little series of spasms accompanied by a little squeal, then she lay down on my chest. I slowly started to fuck her, my cock going in and out and soon her hips were bouncing up and down too. I wrapped my arms around her back and held her in place. She bit my chest and neck, hard, driving me insane, and I could feel another orgasm cumming on. I told her I needed to cum soon and she told me she needed the same. She slid her hand between our bodies and started to frig her clit with her fingers as my cock slid in and out of her warm wet cunt. She gasped and I felt the first contraction of her muscles.. the moan that escaped with the second contraction triggered my orgasm and I shot another load into the already once-filled rubber. Laura rolled off of me and reached down to pull off the rubber. My cock was coated in cum and she lightly stroked the shaft, keeping away from the tip. She knew that I couldn't handle it just then and just teased me enough to keep me hard and awake. We were both sweaty and after some talk and a lot of giggling we headed for the shower. I palmed the last rubber on the way, and enjoyed the sway of her naked butt, and her hair brushing along her back. I really enjoyed the view as she bent over adjusting the water temp and turned on the shower. Her wet pussy lips glistened between her thighs and I was ready to slip into her right then and there. But she stood up and stepped in and beckoned for me to join her. I grabbed the shampoo and washed her hair while she soaped my body, paying close attention to my rod. As I massaged her scalp, she reached up and removed the hand-held shower head and washed the soap off of me, getting on her knees and taking my cock into her mouth as I finished washing her hair. She looked up at me and laughed then stood up to wash the shampoo out of her hair as I rubbed her back. After a couple of minutes I slid my hands around front to fondle her boobs and then my left hand slid down to tease her clit. She pressed her ass against me and turned her head to look at me. "Did you bring the other one?" she asked. I reached outside the curtain and retrieved the pack, handing it to her and she ripped it open and rolled the robber down my shaft. She then leaned forward bracing one hand on the wall as the water from the shower sprayed her back. I eased up behind her eager to slip my cock into her pussy. She reached between my legs to help and surprised me by aiming it a little higher, straight in to her anus. I gave a little groan as if felt her tight orifice open and accept my shaft. She gave her own moan feeling me buried in her up to my balls. I started stroking slowly and felt her fingers flicking between her legs, running up and down her pussy, and occasionally stroking my balls. "Faster... mmmmmm Jack... uh.. come on.. fuck..." I started stroking a little faster and she grabbed the hand-held shower head again, fumbling with the dial until it was a gentle massage spray. She directed it between her legs, the pulsing water hammering her clit, and my balls. It wasn't long before I felt the tensing in my loins that meant orgasm was imminent. She told me she had to cum soon, and just hearing the need in her voice trigged the last reserve of cum in my balls. I shot what I had left into her ass, and the feel of the cum pulsing through my shaft triggered her orgasm. We stood there in the shower, my cock still buried in her ass, and I knew that I was spent. But, for some reason I just felt I needed to make her cum one more time, maybe to make up for all the time I had wasted, or to make up for all the shit Mr. Bastard had put her through, or maybe, just because I wanted to make her cum. I took the shower head in my hand and directed the spray against her clit as she pressed her back against me. I used my feet to kick her legs and little apart and inserted too fingers into her pussy fucking in and out while my slowly shrinking cock rested in her butt. It didn't take long to feel her tense up around my cock and fingers, her orgasm knocking at the door. Then I leaned forward and whispered words I thought I'd never say again to any woman, "I love you" and bit her neck. She came immediately, each contraction crushing my cock and fingers and forcing a grunt from between her lips. When Laura was finally done cumming, she turned around and gave me a big kiss and breathlessly whispered "I love you too." We then went to bed and slept entwined in each other, legs and arms a tangle of sex satisfied skin and muscles. When we woke up this morning, the storm was gone and the day was bright and alive. She ran to the drug store for some more condoms, and I sat down to try to record some of what happened. She just came back and I think I'm going to go do something I've not done since Elizabeth left... go make waffles.