12 comments/ 48091 views/ 14 favorites Pet Sitting By: joan658 Dear Readers - I've decided to put this story in the 'romance' category even though it could also qualify for the 'mature' category -- there's a significant age difference between the main male and female characters. The story does include sex -- hey, this is Literotica, right? But, it's not the raunchy torrid sex that some of my other stories include ... its more 'romantic' (at least, I think so, though it's still pretty hot) ... hence the category choice. Some may be disappointed by the ending, but as I don't wish to give away the ending, you'll just have to wait till you get there. If it really pisses you off, then you'll just have to leave me a nasty comment and give the story a -9 in the voting, though I sincerely hope that most of you will enjoy the story and leave me nice comments. Yours, Joan ----------------------------------- I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard distinctive scratching sounds, and canine whining, coming from the living room; which meant my sister's ten month old Great Dane puppy, Kelly, needed to go out to pee. I was pet/apartment sitting for my sister Karen and her husband, Dan, of just eight months -- Dan thought a puppy made a great wedding present for his new bride who'd told him she'd always wanted a big dog. I thought he was nuts buying a Great Dane for my sister when they lived in an apartment; but what do I know? All I know is that I graciously agreed to take care of Kelly while they spent two weeks in Hawaii for their belated honeymoon. I'd just finished my junior year in college, and so, had all summer free. The damn dog scratched at the door again. "Alright, Kelly ... cross your legs or something while I get some cloths on." I shouted to the dog as I quickly dried myself. I ran into the guest room where I had my things and pulled a short denim skirt up my legs; I zipped it, and then pulled a tank top over my head as I ran into the living room to get Kelly's leash on her. In my haste, I hadn't bothered with underwear. Karen, before she left, begged me not to let Kelly have any accidents in the apartment; they'd just had new carpet installed -- in a very light beige color. The carpet had recently been replaced, she'd told me, because of all the puppy stains; why they didn't wait a few months longer or have tile put down was beyond me, but it was their apartment ... and their dog. "OK, Kelly, we're going for a walk, girl." I told the dog as I attached her leash. She was so excited that her whole rear end went side to side as she vigorously wagged her tail. "Hold on, girl, let me get the keys and poop bags." I shoved the apartment keys into one pocket and plastic grocery bags in the other, and then opened the door. Kelly lunged out the door -- almost knocking me off my feet - and she headed for the stairs. Sis's apartment was on the third floor and I rarely used the elevator; it was good exercise. I had to hold onto the dog's leash with both hands when we got to the bottom of the stairs which opened onto a courtyard. Kelly weighed over a hundred pounds already; and since I'm only five four and very slim, I figured she probably out weighed me by a few pounds. It was all I could do to keep from being dragged along the side walk like a cowboy who falls from his house and is pulled behind with his boot caught in the stirrup. Karen's apartment complex had strict rules against pets going on the grounds (even peeing) since there was a very large county park across the street. Even so, Kelly squatted and peed as soon as she reached a patch of grass and I hoped none of the other residents would report this blatant breech of the rules. "Come on girl ... let's go to the park." I said, yanking on Kelly's leash. Since Kelly loved romping in the park, we took off at a half run, that is, she tried to run and I was towed along doing my best to keep from being knocked off my feet. I am sure I must have looked wonderful to all the other residents of the complex with my wet hair, no make-up and my boobs flopping around under the thin material of my tank top. My boobs aren't enormous, or anything; but I was suddenly self-conscious of them bouncing under my top and I was kicking myself for not taking time to put on a bra -- or panties, for that matter. When we crossed the street and entered the park, Kelly put her nose to the ground and went from tree to tree sniffing where other dogs must have peed. We followed a dirt trail through a wooded area that would eventually take us down to the river; it wasn't much of a river, hardly more than a wide creek, but it was nice to sit there under a tree and just relax and contemplate one's navel, sometimes. As we walked, Kelly was kept distracted by all the, no doubt, wonderful dog smells she detected with her sensitive nose; she keeping going from brush, to tree, to brush, sniffing away happily and peeing every so often. Then, I saw a squirrel on the trail ahead of us happily chewing on an acorn; Kelly saw it, too. The next thing I remember, Kelly was leaping forward to chase the squirrel and I was doing my damnedest to stay on my feet while shouting 'no' and 'bad girl' as she pulled me along after her. I think I would have been able to keep my feet and subdue the gigantic puppy had it not been for the big root sticking up out of the dirt where grew across the path. Just how I managed to catch it, I don't recall; all I remember is holding on to Kelly's leash for dear life, flying through the air, and then my head suddenly hurting like hell and everything went dark. I know I blacked out briefly, but I don't think it was for very long; just a few seconds, maybe. When the world came back into focus I was looking at blue sky filtering through the branches of huge trees above me and there was a very wet tongue licking my face. "Hey, you alright?" I heard a voice. I saw a head leaning over me and felt hands on my shoulders trying to help me up. I made it to a sitting position but my head started to swim and I suddenly had the worst headache I could ever remember. "Saw you go down; I was jogging behind you a ways up the trail. What happened? Should I call 911? Do you need an ambulance?" It was a man's voice I heard, but I had my eyes closed; the bright sunlight seemed to make my head hurt more. "No, no ... I ... I think I'm OK ... I just need ..." I mumbled as I tried to open my eyes again. My head was hanging down and I what I saw when I slowly opened my eyes sent a wave of humiliation through my whole being; I was staring at my lap and my short denim skirt was hiked up almost to my waist. Since I'd not put on underwear in my rush to get the dog out before she peed on the carpet, my bare pussy was exposed for all the world to see; well, at least for the guy who was kneeling next me and trying to help me get up. Did I mention that I keep my pubic hair completely shaved? I think a 'bush' looks disgusting so I've kept my pussy as clean and smooth as the day I was born; and now, some stranger was likely gawking at my naked pussy. To make matters worse, my tank top, which was a loose fitting affair with thin shoulder straps, was all askew; one of the thin straps had apparently been ripped in two by my fall so that the material of my top was hanging down on one side and my left boob was completely exposed. "Oh shit." I mumbled. I wasn't sure what to do first; cover my boob or pull my skirt down to hide my bare pussy. As I sat there, stunned, drops of blood splattered my bare breast. "Listen, I really think I should just call 911 and see about getting you to the emergency room." The guy said. As I looked up, I saw him pulling a cell phone from a pouch strapped around his waist; the kind you often see joggers wearing when they run. "No ... no, please ... I'm alright ... honest." I said. As I spoke, I noticed him for the first time; I mean, I saw how gorgeous he was. He was older; maybe forty something, or even fifty. Regardless, he was handsome beyond belief with a strong jaw, a touch of grey hair at the temples and piercing blue eyes that almost made me shudder. "Are you sure? You're bleeding." He said. He pulled a small tarry cloth towel from his pouch and dabbed gently at my forehead; then he pressed it on my scalp where the cut appeared to be. "Scalp lacerations can really bleed a lot, even when they're not severe." He said as he used his towel to wipe the blood from my hair. "I think it's stopped bleeding now. You're lucky." "Huh?" I said as I was fumbling with the torn strap of my top; trying to cover my naked breast. "That you didn't cut your face. You have an extraordinarily beautiful face; I'd hate to think of a scar marring it." He said. "Here, let me help you with that." He gently took the torn strap for my inept fingers, and reaching around behind me, he pulled the other end up over my shoulder. He nimbly tied a little knot to join the torn straps so my top would stay up, even though it was a bit lopsided with one strap being shorter than the other. As he fixed my top, I reached down and tugged my skirt down as far as I could. "Thanks." I said. "I need to get home now." "Sure, let me help you up." "Where's Kelly?" I asked. "Who?" He sounded puzzled. "The dog." I said as I looked around. When I turned my head the world spun around a bit. "Whew." "The dog's right here. I've had my foot on the leash so she wouldn't take off. You sure you're OK?" "Just a little woozy." I said as I attempted to stand up. "Careful ... let me help you." He placed his hands under my arms and pretty much lifted me to my feet. Feeling his strong hands pressing into my sides and just barely touching the sides of my breasts, gave me little thrill. When I made it to my feet the world started going round and round in earnest. I put my hands to my head and closed my eyes again; that seemed to help, though my head was throbbing. The man still held me; a good thing, too, as I am sure I would have ended up back on the ground without him supporting me. "I really think you need to get checked by a doctor. If you don't want me to call 911, then at least, let me drive you to the emergency room. If you have a concussion, it could be serious." "No ... I'll be fine ... just give me a second." I said, not wanting to admit that I had no insurance; and as a college student, I had no money for what I knew would be a whopping medical bill. I opened my eyes slowly and felt better; at least the ground had stabilized and the sky remained steady, even if I wasn't. "I feel better now, just hand me Kelly's leash, please, and I'll be fine." I told the man. "Well ... alright, but I really think ..." He said as he let go of me and bent over to pick up the handle of Kelly's leash. When he let go of me I pretty much collapsed over his back where he bent down for the leash. Thankfully, he grabbed me again before I could slide off him and hit the ground. "Thanks ... but I really want to get home ... I hate to impose, but do you think you could just give me a hand ... it's just across the street." "Sure, but I still think you should see a doctor." He said. He had his arm around my back and his hand held he tightly under my arm. His fingers pressed into the edge of my right breast, and again, despite my throbbing head, I felt a twinge of excitement. He held the leash in his other had and tugged at it to get Kelly's attention and let her know we were about to head off in the opposite direction. "Can you walk?" He asked. "I think so." I said and took a couple tentative steps. "Yes." I'm not sure I was walking on my own, so much as being mostly carried by my 'knight,' though he had no shining armor; or armor of any kind. I managed to stumble up the trail with him supporting me and we eventually made it to the street. By then, I felt much better, which is to say, that my head was only aching horribly and no longer felt quite like a little guy was inside trying to break out with a tiny jack hammer. We crossed the street and when we got to the stairs Kelly ran up them as far as her leash would permit. I stopped and looked at the stairs. My legs felt wobbly and I didn't think I could walk up three flights; I was going to suggest the elevator. "I don't think my legs are working well enough for the stairs, perhaps we should ..." As I was about to say 'take the elevator' I felt my legs being swept out from under me and the next thing I knew I was being carried up the stairs in the guy's strong arms. "Oh my ... you really are my knight in shining armor." I blurted out. "Which floor?" He asked, huffing and puffing a bit. "Top floor." "Hmmm ... perhaps I should have asked first." He said with a chuckle. When we got to the top he didn't put me down. I have to confess I felt so absolutely safe in his arms, notwithstanding my throbbing head, that I didn't want him to put me down; ever. "Which way?" He asked. "To the right, it's apartment three ten." I answered. When we got to the door he asked me for the keys. I took them from my pocket, handed them to him, and he opened the door. Kelly ran inside so the guy let go of her leash. I immediately heard her noisily lapping water from her bowl in the kitchen. The wonderful man carried me over to the sofa and deposited me gently there and arranged a couple of pillows under my head. "How's your head feel?" He asked. "Throbbing ... but much better than a few minutes ago." I told him. "Do you have anything for headaches; aspirin, ibuprofen?" "I don't know ... it's not really my apartment. It's my sister's ... I'm just staying here pet sitting while she and her husband are on their honeymoon." I said. "I guess I could check the medicine cabinet in the bathroom." He said as he stood up. "No, no ... please, you've done enough. I'll be OK and you've been so great ... I really don't want to impose anymore ..." I told him and I tried to stand up; thinking I would go find something for my headache myself. As I sat up and tried to stand -- I was about half way up -- the world reverted to an amusement park ride again and I flopped back on the coach holding my head. With my eyes closed once more to help alleviate some of the pain, I felt his hands on my shoulders as he gently forced me to lie back on the sofa. "Stay put. Let me explain something ... I'm not a doctor, but I had some medical training years ago in the Marine Corp and I've dealt with more than my fair share of head injuries. What you need is complete rest for the next few days, at the very least, and someone to stay with you for observation ... just in case." He explained. "Oh. But certainly you must have other things to do ... and your wife will be worried ..." I'd noticed his wedding ring earlier. "First, my wife died several years ago ... cancer. Second, I have absolutely nothing planned for this weekend and no one expecting me to be anywhere. So, you stay put while I go and find something for your headache. Do not move, understand?" "Yes sir." I said. "Sorry about your wife ... and thank you so much for helping me ... but, I, ah ... I don't even know your name." "Harold ... Harry to my friends." He said. "I'm Kelly." "I thought you said the dog's name was Kelly." Harry said, sounding puzzled. "It is. My goofy sister named her after me." "Oh ... ah, where's the bathroom?" "There's one off the hallway right there." I said pointing. "And another off my sister's bedroom ... down the hall on the right ... I guess that one would be the best place to look." Harry left and returned a short while later carrying several items he must have found in the master bathroom. He went to the kitchen and filled a glass with water and returned. "Here, take these." He said, handing me two pills. "Ibuprofin." "Thank you, Dr. Harry." I said, taking the pills and placing them on my tongue. He gave me the water and I took a sip then threw my head back as I always do to take pills. A sharp pain shot through my head as I swallowed the medicine. "Damn ... that hurt." I complained while holding my head with one hand. I also felt a sharp stinging under my hand and realized I'd put my hand on the spot where my head had been cut during my fall. "Shit ... and that too." Harry pulled my hand gently away from the cut on my head. "Here, let me have a look." He said. He'd set a bunch of stuff on the coffee table and he reached over and took a couple cotton balls from a box and dabbed gently at the wound in my scalp; which made it hurt even more. "Ow!" I yelped. "It doesn't look too bad. I don't think it will require sutures. But it needs cleaned out." He told me. "I'll be right back ... need to get a towel." He came back a moment later with a dark blue bath towel. "Here wrap this around your head and hold it there while I clean the wound." He wrapped the towel around my head for me and placed my hands on the towel to keep it in place; then he picked up a brown plastic bottle from the coffee table in one hand and more cotton balls in the other. "Now, this is going to hurt like hell ... its peroxide, but it will kill any bacteria and clean out that cut ... OK, here is comes." He announced, and poured the stuff on the cut in my scalp. "Oh geeeeez ... fucking shit! ... god that smarts!" I yelled. I felt some of the cold liquid run down the side of my head but the towel soaked it up. Then I felt him dabbing at the cut; I am sure he was being as gentle as possible, but it still hurt like hell. "Oh fuck! Oh ... oh ... shit! Aren't you done yet?" I complained vociferously; tears welled up in my eyes, it hurt so much. "Let me just dab some Neosporin on the wound ... it's an antibiotic I found in the medicine cabinet. Hold on ... here goes." "Oooooooow." I winced, and then he took the towel from around my head. "OK, all done. I can't put a bandage on it ... unless you want me to shave your head." He said; then he chuckled as if something suddenly seemed to strike him as funny. "What?" I asked, curious what he thought so funny about me being in so much pain. "Oh ... ah, if I shaved your head ... then you'd be shaved all over." He said, and broke up laughing. "I ... I'm sorry ... I couldn't ... couldn't help thinking about ... oh shit ... I'm so so sorry." "Oh my god!" I was aghast. I knew he'd probably seen me bare between my legs. So just why I was so shocked was beyond me; still, I was. "Please forgive me ... that was so rude of me but I couldn't help it ... the thought just popped into my head ... and then you asked me ..." He broke up laughing again and this time I was laughing with him. "Ow ... damn ... it hurts when I laugh." I told him. "Can you ever forgive me?" He asked sincerely after he'd regained some composure. "That's OK. Though, when I think about it, I guess you've already seen more of my body than most guys do by the tenth date." I said with a chuckle and then winced again. "Well yes, I guess your modesty was a bit compromised by that fall. But I must say, though, you are a stunningly beautiful young woman." He said. "Even if you are covered with dirt from head to toe." "Oh thanks!" I said with a pout. Then I realized he was right. I hadn't noticed earlier, but I was filthy. My legs were covered with dirt, as well as, my arms; and my tank top was more brown than the original blue it had been when I'd put it on earlier. "Hmmm ... let me look at your knees, they looked skinned up too." Harry said as I was examining myself to see how dirty I was. "Ouch ... " Harry was dabbing my knees with the cotton balls. Then he put a couple cotton balls on top of the bottle of peroxide and tipped it over. "This is going to sting again." He warned, and it did. Then he applied some ointment. "God, I really need a shower. Karen will kill me if I ruin her sofa." I said and sat up. My head spun again. I was getting a little tired of having my head spin every time I moved. Pet Sitting Service The neighbors upstairs had asked if I would take care of their cat, while they were away. We arranged for me to come by and pick up the key the following day. When I stopped by, it took no time for me to assess that I was going to get more than keys. Julie answered the door wearing only shear running shorts, cut high and revealing a lot of ass and thighs. Her erect nipples poked through the work-out halter top she wore; my cock thickened at the sight. As she invited me in she focused on the bulge in my crotch and smiled. She was home alone. How nice! As we sat on the sofa, making idle talk, her cat jumped on my lap and as I petted its back Julie commented about how well I stroked her pussy. We laughed at the play on words, but its meaning was clear. As the laughing ended, I placed my arm around her and kissed her. That was all it took! Julie leaned back into the sofa and clung to me tightly as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. I grabbed at her tits and pinched her nipples; making her moan at the touch. She sucked my tongue harder. As I started to touch the inside of her thighs, I felt the wetness that dripped from her pussy. I lowered her pants and began to massage her clit. She arched her back as I sucked her nipples and stroked her clit simultaneously. I then plunged my middle finger deep inside her. My fist rubbing hard against her pussy lips as I pushed deeply; her pussy drenched. I took the liberty of dipping my finger now into her ass hole, as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. Julie started to buck wildly, as she came. Now it was my turn. I turned her over on the sofa, so that she was in a kneeling position in front of me, her ass facing me. I quickly took my throbbing cock out of my pants. As I rubbed the head all over her ass cheeks and crack, Julie moaned with excitement. She rubbed her clit was I did this. And again she came. At first I slowly pushed my cock in, but the warmth and smoothness of her pussy was too much for me to bear. I began to ram my cock in, harder and harder. My balls slamming against her, making that beautiful slapping sound that accompanies and signifies a good fucking is taking place. I wrapped her red hair around my hand, and used it as a bridle to pull her. Julie pushed back with every deep stroke thrust inside her pussy. We both moaned and groaned loudly. Sensing I was about to cum, I pulled my cock out. Julie quickly turned around and placed her mouth on my cock as it spurted cum. She sucked it hard, cum dripping along side her mouth. She squeezed my balls, draining the cum out of me. It was an awesome sight, indeed. At that moment, her husband came out of the bedroom; he had been watching all along. Although surprised, my orgasm was too powerful for me to stop and break away. I just kept cumming all over her mouth. He silently sat at the edge of the sofa and watched intently as his wife sucked my cock and swallowed my thick wad of cum. She put on show for him (and me as well), licking the sides of my shaft up and down the sides before burrowing her head into my crotch. Now I take care of their pussy (cat) at least twice a week. Oh, what a way to make a living... Pet Sitting Again, I waited without moving a muscle. When I thought it was safe to proceed without waking Harry, I moved my hips backwards very slowly and felt him filling me inside. It felt so marvelous. I had the strongest urge to start pushing back with all my might to bury his gorgeous cock deep inside me; but I resisted and kept up the slow deliberate pressure until I was impaled totally. It must have taken a good five minutes to get him all the way in me. I lay still again and listened to his breathing; it was steady and shallow. I let go of Harry's cock with my hand that I had used to guide him into me and I reached back and gently took hold of his hand and guided it to my breast; clutching it to my softness and pressing it into me. Then I slowly started moving my hips back and forth; I was ready for Harry to wake. Soon, Harry started moaning in his sleep again, but I did not freeze as I had before; instead, I moaned too as I felt Harry's large cock exploring places inside me that only a man's hard shaft could reach to give me the kind of satisfaction I craved. I moved my hips a bit faster and felt a wonderful 'pressure' building inside me; the precursor of a glorious climax. He was giving me such marvelous sensations inside that I did not want Harry to miss it when everything finally exploded sending me off to that place I go when I have an orgasm. I heard Harry groaning louder. "Ohhhhh geeeez .. what's going on ... hey ... Kelly what are you ... ohhhhh ... oh shit ... that feels so ... ahhhhhhhhh." Harry was awake. "Good morning." I said. "Do you like my surprise?" "Oh yes ... well, I guess I don't need to ask if you're feeling better." He said. "Ooooooooohhhh yes Harry ... sooooooooooo much better ... you feel so good inside me, Harry." Harry's fingers squeezed my nipple sending shock waves through my body. I felt his hips thrusting in rhythm with mine and with every deep penetration of me I was closer to losing it. The hand on my breast moved down until I felt fingers pressing into and gently rubbing my clit. The fire this produced spread in waves through my entire being. "Oh god Harry ... you're going to ... make me ... cuuuuuuuuum ... eeeeeeeeeeck" I shrieked as I was overcome by a delicious climax. After a few seconds, I pulled Harry's hand away from my clit; whenever I climax, it becomes ultra sensitive. "Did I do something wrong?" Harry grunted as he continued thrusting into me. "No ... no ... it just gets real sensitive after I cum." I said breathlessly. "You can rub my clit again in a few minutes ... right now ... just keep fucking me ... it feels so awesome ... and its been way too long ... oooooooh ... yes ... just like that." So Harry was a good boy and did as I asked. He fucked me forever on that wonderful morning. I'd never been with a guy who could go so long without cumming. Most guys I'd been with would pound me viciously for a few minutes, cum, and then roll off me; leaving me high and dry so that I'd usually have to get off by myself, but not Harry. Harry kept up a steady pace; pumping his cock into me for I don't know how long. And he kept asking me if my head hurt; said he'd stop if I wanted. "God Harry, I don't ever want you to stop! Do my clit again ... please baby ... oh oh oh yes yes ... oh Harry FUCK ME!" I shouted. I later wondered if my sister would get complaints from the neighbors about the slut staying at her apartment while she was gone; I do tend to be loud when I cum. After my last orgasm, Harry pulled out of me. "Did you cum, baby?" I asked, still panting from my climax. "No ... just wanted to get on top of you." He said as he shifted around and gently spread my legs apart. As he slowly entered me again I pulled his head down and placed my lips on his. I wrapped my hands around his head and we kissed tenderly and passionately and long. There's something about kissing a man, while you feel a part of his body moving inside your own body, that just blows me away. It was, at that very moment, that I became conscious of something that had been nagging at me since I first met Harry the day before; I suddenly realized how much in love I was with him. Thoughts flew through my head as Harry continued making love to me. It was crazy; I'd just met him. We didn't really know each other. He was so much older. He probably didn't love me; he was just having a good time with a horny babe he'd been lucky enough to run into. Regardless of my thoughts, my heart told me I was irrevocably in love with him. "Harry?" I said after our long kiss. "Yes?" He answered, sounding a little out of breath as he kept up his steady rhythmic pace of thrusting into me; making me feel so fulfilled. "I think I love you." I confessed. "I love you too, honey." He replied. "No, no ... I mean it ... I'm not just saying it cause we're having sex ... I've fallen hopelessly in love with you." "That can't be ... we just met ..." "Can we talk about it ... after? Right now ... I just want you to keep fucking me." I said. "Sure. God I love women who talk dirty during sex." "Hmmmm ... like ... fuck me harder, Harry ... I want to feel your hot cum squirting in my slutty cunt ... harder ... fuck me ... make it hurt baby ... FUCK ME!" I yelled. I heard Harry grunt and felt a few last powerful thrusts as he satisfied my wish and shot his hot load inside me. I felt his body jerk and shudder just as I was cumming again, too; something else I'd never experienced with a man -- cumming together. As I said, the guys I'd been with before came so fast I never had a chance to climax. Harry collapsed on top of me; breathing hard, his sweat dripping from his forehead onto my chin, then dripping and running down between my breasts. I caressed his head and whispered sweet nothings in his ear; before that day, I never knew what 'sweet nothings' really meant. We've all heard the term, haven't we? Now I know. "Thank you." I said. "Hey, I'm the one who should be thanking you ... I've never woken up quite like that before." "Really?" I said. Hearing him say I'd done something for him that no one else had ever done made me feel so good and so special; it made me want to burst with happiness. "God Harry, I do love you so much!" "Uh ... yes, we do need to talk about that." He said, suddenly sounding very serious. Something cold swept through me; I was afraid I was about to be completely rejected. "Listen Kelly, I know you probably feel grateful for me coming to your rescue yesterday and that's pretty understandable. But love?" "I know, I thought about that, too." I responded. "Doesn't make any difference; I still love you." "And the age difference ... how old are you? Twenty-one, twenty-two?" "Twenty-three. I took a couple years off after high school and then went to college. But I graduate next year." I said. "And I thought of that, too, and all the arguments your about to offer up ... when I'm forty, you'll be what?" "Sixty-three." "OK ... so what? How cares?" I challenged. "You'll want kids. I'm too old for that." He said. "Bull shit! Even if we don't have kids ... I'll still love you ... but you're right, I do want to have children, someday." I admitted. "So, is that it? That all the arguments you got?" "Well ... this is one more thing." He said, sounding a bit sheepish. "I think I've ... well ... I, ah, think ... I love you too." He said. "Oh really? How could that be? You just met me, you don't even know me, and you're so much older than me!" I shouted and then punched him in the arm; laughing, of course, as I did so. He grabbed me and pulled me on top of him and kissed me passionately. Harry was hard again; I felt his stiff cock rubbing against my leg. As we kissed I eased my hips up over his cock and lowered them until I felt his cock slide up between the slippery folds of pussy. I ground my hips into him and felt the delicious thrill as his hard cock stimulated my clit. I reached back and guided him into me again and he groaned. As my warm wet pussy slid slowly down the length of his shaft, his tongue pursued mine inside my mouth. His hands cupped my breasts and pinched my sensitive nipples; sending more shock waves though my body and making me shudder. He must have felt me quiver. "You OK?" He asked as he pulled his mouth away from mine. "No." "Wants wrong?" He asked. As he spoke, tears welled up and began to stream down my face, then dripped onto his chest. "My gosh, what's wrong?" He asked again, sounding very apprehensive this time "I love you so much ... it hurts ... that's what's wrong!" And I bent over and kissed him again. I felt Harry thrusting into me; his hips driving up into my eager wanting pussy. I love being on top during love making; so I pushed up from Harry's chest to sit astride his hips, but as soon as I was upright a wave of vertigo hit me. Just like the day before. "Oh! Oh my." I said woozily; I almost fell off Harry, but his strong hands caught me around the waist. "You OK?" He said as he stopped thrusting into me, though I was still impaled on him. "Head was spinning ... its OK now." I said. "You sure? Maybe we shouldn't ..." "Oh shut up you old fool ... and fuck me!" I started bouncing up and down on Harry's rigid pole; relishing all the fantastic feelings it generated inside me. My head was fine as we made love; no more vertigo. The rest of me was even better as I felt myself heading for another mind shattering orgasm. I was sort of wondering if all the excitement was good for me after having a head injury the day before; those thoughts didn't get very far because I was swept away as Harry's fingers started rubbing my clit and that took me right over the edge. When I cum and I'm on top, I writhe and twist and scream and I throw my head back; it was the throwing my head back that caused the sharp stabbing pain, I think. My hands flew to my head. "Oh shit that hurts!" I shouted. "What's wrong?" Harry asked. "Here, lie down ... be still a second." He gently lifted me off him and he guided my head to my pillow. The pain slowly subsided. "Let me get you some ibuprofen." He said, and leaped out of bed, returning quickly with water and two pills. I took them and put my head back on the pillow. "It's gone now ... the pain." "Still ... I think we should take a break ... from the 'sex stuff' ..." We both laughed which made my head hurt again, but not as much. "But I want you to cum inside me again. My head feels better lying down ... please Harry, put it inside me again ... oh god that feels so good ... fuck me more Harry ... fuck me!" And he did. He was gentle and careful as he thrust his cock into me. He held my legs up and they rested on his shoulders while his hips kept swiveling into me. When he finally climaxed, I pulled him down on top of me and we kissed. "I want to taste your cum, baby." I said, thinking he'd pull out of me and I could lick the last vestiges of his seed from his penis. Instead, Harry surprised me. He went down on me and licked up the thick white stuff as it seeped from my opening and then brought it up to my mouth and shared the taste with me. He did this several times, but the last time, he lingered at my pussy and started flicking his tongue over my clit until he put me over the edge once more. When I was finished cumming, he lay down beside me and fondled my breasts lovingly. "There is nothing sexier that a woman reaching a climax ... that turns me on more than anything else I can think of." He told me. "Thank you." I said. "Are you hungry?" He laughed. "Guess that wasn't all that romantic, was it?" I added. "Not really ... but, now that you mention it, I am hungry, too ... guess I was distracted earlier." "Hmmm ... me too ... deliciously distracted." I said, reaching over and pulling Harry's head to me so I could kiss him again; though this time it was a tender loving kiss and not the hot passionate kind we'd had while making love. "Hmmm ... that tasted great, honey, but it's not a lot of calories." Harry said. "If there's nothing in the kitchen, I suppose I'll have to go out ... how's bagels sound." "Yum ... I'd like an 'everything bagel' with butter ... no cream cheese. And hot tea, too ... not coffee. OK?" "I'll be back in a flash ... stay put, rest ... you've got my cell phone number from last night when I went out to pick up the Indian food ... if anything happens, call me right away." He instructed. "Yes, doctor." I said and gave him a big smile. He kissed me after he dressed and then headed out to get breakfast. I lay in bed while he was gone and marveled at how I was feeling about Harry and how crazy it sounded if I thought about it logically. So, I didn't think about it logically. I thought about him with my heart and imagined us married years in the future with children and a nice house and so happy together we could hardly stand it. He was gone a long time; a very long time. In fact, he never came back. At first, I grew concerned; then became frantic. He said he loved me, but maybe he'd lied; perhaps just to placate me. But I didn't think so; I desperately wanted to believe he really loved me. I called his cell but only got his voice mail; I left messages. At first they conveyed mild concern; later, they expressed the panic I was feeling. I cried a lot. My head hurt more, but the headaches eventually went away after a few days. I walked the dog and kept looking for him everywhere I went. About three days later the police called me. They'd heard my messages on his cell phone and traced the calls back to my cell. They asked me to come down to the station, but wouldn't say why or tell me anything about Harry; said it was an ongoing investigation and they couldn't tell me anything over the phone and would I please get to the station, as soon as possible. When I arrived, they put me in one of those interview rooms just like you see on all those cop shows on TV; with the bib mirrors that you know is one-way glass so others can watch without being seen. They started asking me questions about how I knew Harry, and who I was, and what I did. "Where is Harry? Is he alright? Did he do something ... I can't believe he'd do anything ..." I asked the two detectives in the room with me. "We're asking the questions here, now, how did you know Mr. Burns?" One of the detectives said; I swear I remembered that exact same line from a CSI show. "We just met a few days ago and I'll not telling you another thing until you tell me what happened to Harry. I mean ... he just went out for bagels ... for breakfast ... said he'd be right back ... but ... but he never came back ..." I broke down in tears and they had to wait until I was lucid again. "He was shot. Murdered by a perp who was robbing a liquor store ... just a few doors down from a bagel shop, come to think of it." One of the detectives said. "Witnesses said they saw the perp come running out of the liquor store. The perp ran right into Mr. Burns who must have been unlucky enough to have been walking past the door of the liquor store just then; if he was on his way to the bagel shop, like you said. The perp apparently panicked, 'cause he shot Mr. Burns once in the chest, then ran off." "Oh god NO!" I wailed. I didn't stop sobbing for a very long time. The detectives had a female officer come in and sit with me until I was able to talk with them again; which was some hours later. When they returned I told them everything I could remember about how we'd met and the short time we'd spent together. "I don't get it. You hardly knew the guy, why were you so broke up when we told you he was killed?" The detective named Ralph asked. "It's none of your business." I said, feeling very resentful. "Yes Miss, it is our business. This is a murder investigation and we need to know everything about everything; that's the only way we stand a chance to catch the perp." He said. "I fell in love with him while we together!" "Oh? But wasn't he, what, twenty ... twenty-five years older than you? Damn, he was old enough to be your father, for christ's sake." Ralph said. "I don't care ... I love him ... loved, I mean." And I sank into despair and sobbed again. "I don't think we're gonna get anything else outta her." The other detective said to Ralph. "Yeah ... here's my card Miss, if you can think of anything else that might help us, please give me a call." Ralph told me. "Ah ... guess you can go now." Weeks later I found out I was pregnant. I didn't go back to school. My sister had insisted I say with her after she returned and I told her about Harry and what had happened. When I discovered I was going to have Harry's baby, Sis was almost as shocked as I was. "Didn't you use protection?" "No." "The pill?" "No." "Damn it Kelly, you're smarter than that." She scolded. "I thought I was past that point in my cycle ... plus, it all just happened so fast ... you just had to be there." Was all I could say. Karen told me I was staying with her and Dan until after I had the baby and could get back on my feet. I tried to object; told her I'd find my own place, but my big sister would have none of it. "You need to finish school and get your degree, too. You can probably transfer to one of the schools here in town." She told me, so I did. A few months after I discovered I was pregnant, I called the detective who'd given me his card. He thought I was calling to ask if the police had caught the guy who killed Harry. "Well, I'm sorry but the trail has gone cold. There are so many murders in this city and we only have so many detectives and we ..." He tried to rationalize to me. "That's not why I called." I said over the phone. "You didn't want to know if we caught his killer?" The cop sounded miffed with me. "No. Dead is dead. If you find the guy or not, it doesn't give me Harry back. Though, if I could somehow find the killer myself, I would happily put a rusty nail through his heart with my bare hands; but that's not why I called." I told him. "Oh." "I called because I am trying to locate any of Harry's relatives; I know he told me his wife died some years ago. Were you able to track down any other relatives?" "Why do you want to know?" "Because I am going to have his baby." "You sure?" He sounded incredulous. "Yes, my doctor has confirmed it and my belly is getting quite large and round; no doubt about it ... I'm having a baby." I couldn't help myself; I knew he'd be pissed with my answer, but the police had seemed so indifferent to me when they questioned me that I felt like I owed them a bit of my spite. "No damn it, I meant his baby, for christ's sake." I knew it, he was pissed; and I was smiling ... he deserved it. "Yes, I am. It's none of your business, but I hadn't had sex for almost a year before I met Harry; and haven't since he died. Since I doubt I'm involved in the 'second coming' I'm pretty sure its Harry's." I told him. "I'd like to inform any family members ... they might want to know Harry fathered a child before he died. Wouldn't you? But then ... maybe you wouldn't." "Do I detect bitterness? Oh well, you're right ... he has a daughter and I guess she might want to know she's got a half sister. She's the only relative we could track down and she didn't know of any other living relatives, either. But, I'm not allowed to give out her information; against department rules." "Not even her name? I could at least try the phone book, then." "Wouldn't do you any good; her number's unlisted. OK ... listen up ... I'll give you her name and number but you can't say you got it from me ... tell her he gave it to you before he died, or something, alright?" I agreed and he gave me the information; her name's Alice. Pet Sitting I called her; explained who I was and why I was calling. She was hurt and didn't want to have anything to do with me; I think it was because we're pretty much the same age. Somehow that didn't seem right to her. You know, her dad with a girl the same age as his daughter. I gave her my number anyway and told her my due date. After the baby was born, I called again; this time, she at least thanked me for letting her know. I've graduated from a local college and got a good job; so I have my own place now. It's in the same complex as my sister's apartment -- Karen's the one who found it for me. I think she wants to keep an eye on me; you know, after all that's happened. Harriet was born a year ago, today. It's her first birthday and Karen insisted on having a little party for the baby at her apartment; Harriet's sister, Alice, is coming by later to celebrate with us. Harriet is such a sweet baby and I wish I could say she looks, or acts, just like her dad ... but I hardly knew him ... I don't even have a picture of him. Memory is such a fragile thing; I can scarcely conjure up his sweet face anymore as I lie awake at night and think about how briefly our paths through the universe crossed. I still cry; I cry that I never had the chance to love him the way I longed to love him. I cry because he never got to see the baby we created. I cry because his child will never know her father. But most of all ... I cry because I still love him so, and miss him more than I can tell.