3 comments/ 20893 views/ 2 favorites The Journey Home Ch. 01 By: sweeteuphoria Note from the author-- I apologize for the confusion this has caused. I don't know what happened to my original version of this story, but here it is again. * It was a beautiful Saturday in June. The year was 1983 and Laura was getting dressed for the biggest party of the summer; her sister Sara’s wedding. Laura, the maid of honor, was so excited to have had a say in the decisions that were made regarding gowns for the female members of the bridal party. One of the bride’s maids chose a light blue gown with white flowers plastered all over it and a blue ruffle around the neckline, but Laura refused to even try it on saying it looked hideous. Laura’s choice was a light blue gown covered in crystal organza with satin trim. The back of the gown scooped almost to her waist and the front had a princess neckline. The trim was simple in the front, but as it curved around the back there was ample material, which formed a big shimmering bow flowing down the back of the shapely gown. Laura was radiant in her gown as she walked down the aisle right before her big sister. Everyone could tell she was nervous. Her parents were afraid she would make a mistake somewhere during the ceremony because she was so nervous, but she didn’t and the wedding went off without a hitch. Benjamin, was the best man for his brother, Peter. Ben looked very handsome in his light gray double-breasted tuxedo with satin gray trim and matching pant and shoes, not to mention his white pinstripe shirt and blue bowtie. Other than the bride and groom, Ben was the talk of the party as he strutted his stuff around the dance floor. During the time his brother and her sister were dating, Ben and Laura quickly became friends. Actually, they were best friends, but nothing beyond that. However, when Ben saw Laura walk up the aisle at the church something in him changed. He was becoming attracted to her sexually. At the reception he was given plenty of opportunities to show his feelings to her, but he chickened out every time. During the bridal dance he stood a good foot from her as they danced. He didn’t want to scare her off if his raging hard-on rubbed against her thigh as they danced. He was having a difficult time controlling that organ this particular day. Not only did Laura turn him on, every time he turned around there was yet another single sexy girl watching him, but he managed to hold things together for the evening. Two weeks had passed before Ben saw Laura again. He called her up and asked her to a picnic some friends of his were having at the local park. Laura accepted his invitation happily, telling him it sounded like it would be a lot of fun. He was quite smitten with her, but he had no idea how much she wanted him. Neither wanted to make their feelings known for fear of ruining the friendship they had for so long. This charade continued for several more weeks until one night when they were at the drive-in. Because Ben had to work late they missed the first movie, but when they parked, “Halloween III - Season Of The Witch” was just starting. Laura and Ben sat apart as the movie began then slowly Laura moved closer to him. She screamed and held Ben’s arm tightly when the man in the hospital was murdered. “Ben hold me,” she said, her voice shaking. At first Ben laughed it off telling her not to be such a sissy, but then he had second thoughts, “this just might be my chance and if not at least I get to hold her close for a while.” Ben was right, this was his night, but he had no idea Laura was thinking the same thing. She didn’t plan on it at first, but when she felt the warmth of his skin against her cheek, a tingle began deep between her thighs. As the movie continued Laura moved even closer. Soon she was so close to him she could feel his heartbeat and his breath against her neck when he turned his head to talk to her. He pulled her arm from his then placed it around her shoulders and pulled her even closer to him. He was on fire for her. His heart pounded hard against his chest, his breathing became heavy and he kept pulling at his crotch. Laura wasn’t totally naive, but if things turned out the way she wanted, Ben would be her first boyfriend, her first kiss, and her first sexual experience. She knew exactly what she was doing to him and she enjoyed every minute of his torture, her teasing. Nothing happened that night at the drive-in, but Ben and Laura were thought of as a couple after that. They did everything together. The weekend that followed, Ben called Laura and asked her to the drive-in once again. This time he borrowed his brother’s van. Before he picked Laura up, he fixed the back up like a bed; this wasn’t visible from the front seat though, because he hung a curtain between the two. Ben pulled into the lot and paid for their tickets then turned to his left as he followed the brick wall that separated the parking area of the drive-in from the residential area. Finding a parking spot, he proceeded to pull in between two speakers with the rear of the van facing the movie screen. Laura smiled excitedly then asked, “We’re sitting in the back aren’t we?” Ben smiled in return and Laura held his hand and leaned over the seat to kiss him on his cheek. Ben almost lost it right there, but wanted this to be right and he wanted to start the action. Ben told her to wait in the van while he got some popcorn and drinks for both of them. When he returned she was sitting in the back, her feet dangled over the chrome bumper. The movie started soon after Ben returned, a comedy this time, but another horror film followed. He handed her a soda and put the popcorn between them. The first movie, “Fast Times At Ridgemont High”, had them laughing hard as they sat apart throughout the entire movie, eating the popcorn and drinking their soda. After the intermission Ben tossed the empty bucket from the popcorn toward the front seats and sat to the left of Laura. ”The Evil Dead” lit up the screen in bright bold colors as the spooky music played. Laura didn’t waste any time at this movie, she scooted in close to Ben and clenched his arm right from the start remembering how the last horror film made her feel. Ben had other plans and suggested they lie down and use the blanket to keep the ghouls away. Laura crawled on her hands and knees toward the front of the van, propped two pillows against the back of the front seat and laid on her back then Ben scooted in beside her. He laid on his side and supported himself with his left elbow as he faced her. He pulled the blanket over them both with his right hand then slid his hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him. The second movie had apparently been too scary for most of the viewers and the parking lot emptied quickly. There were only a few cars scattered here and there. “Sissies!” Laura said laughing. About a half hour into the movie Ben made his next move when Laura jumped out of freight and buried her face in the crook of his neck. He held the back of her head and when the scary part was over he told her it was okay to look. When she lifted her head he gazed into her bright green eyes and kissed her. It wasn’t just a peck; it was a full-fledged kiss, a passionate French kiss that rocked them both. Laura’s breathing became heavy and she rolled to her side and pressed her hips harder against his. Ben straightened his left arm and slid it under her head then wrapped it around her shoulders. His right hand began to caress her thigh as he slid it under her short skirt. Laura moaned softly with his touch. She rolled over to her back and pulled Ben on top of her then parted her legs, slightly bent at the knee and wrapped them around his waist. ”Oh yeah baby!” Ben moaned as he continued kissing her open mouth wildly. Hesitantly she pulled away, gasping for breath. “I never knew you were such a good kisser Ben,” she whispered with a slight giggle. Ben just smiled nervously then scooted toward the back doors and pulled them closed. “We need some privacy now,” he said before he returned to Laura’s side and resumed his activity. “Mmmm, I just love kissing you girl,” he said in between smooches. Laura surprised him when she pulled him closer and whispered breathlessly, “I want more!” as she pushed her hips into his with a slight sway. Ben quickly kicked the blanket off her and began to unbutton her blouse, watching her chest rise and fall as she breathed heavily. Her blouse fell open and Ben licked his lips when he glanced down at her small but perky breasts, her pert nipples poking through the material of her bra. Ben was getting very excited! Suddenly, a knock on the window of the van startled them both. A deep voice outside shouted, “C’mon kids, the movie’s over, time to get moving along.” Ben parted the curtain that covered the back window and saw the tall, heavy-set man walking toward the only vehicle left in the lot besides them. Laura dressed and crawled through the van to the front seat, removed the speaker from the window and sighed, disappointed. Ben jumped out the back and slammed the back doors hard before walking around the side to get in the driver’s seat. ”Damn him,” Ben said with aggravation in his voice, “he could have at least let us finish what we were doing back there.” As he put the van in reverse Laura heard him curse one more time then backed the van out of the spot and drove toward the exit. ”I’m sure there will be other opportunities for that,” Laura said trying to console him, to give him hope. Well, she was wrong. She and Ben dated steadily after that, but every time they got that close something or someone always interrupted them. In the blink of an eye, it was graduation time and both had gotten summer jobs to help pay for college; unfortunately they both had different schedules. They were still a couple, but didn’t spend as much time together as they wished they could have. The summer passed quickly and all too soon it was time to leave for college. Having applied to universities before they became a couple it didn’t really matter if they were at the same school or not, but now they both hated the fact that he was on the east coast and she was going to be on the west coast. They agreed a ‘leave it as friends’ relationship would be best just in case and said their goodbyes to each other, then to their families. That was the last time they saw each other until a year after graduation. Laura received an invitation to a wedding. It was from her best girlfriend in high school. Suzie was getting married to Joe Griggs, one of Ben’s friends. After Laura replied accepting the invitation she thought to herself, “Oh it will be so good to see Ben again, I wonder if he’s going?” Images of the times they spent together invaded her thoughts continuously as she anxiously awaited the arrival of the wedding date. ^^^ With an MBA under her belt Laura had become a successful professional working for a large corporation in California, but when her mother had taken ill she asked for a transfer and relocated to Bloomfield Hills. Ben went off to become a lawyer after studying at Duke University. He traveled some but eventually decided to return to his home state as well to begin his own practice in Birmingham. Ben didn’t need an invitation to the wedding of his friend since he was the best man. This time, Ben had a say in the final decision regarding wedding attire. “I will be your best man on one condition,” he told his best friend Joe, “I will not have to wear a tux like my brother made me wear at his wedding,” he said laughing. As Ben tried to keep himself busy with the wedding arrangements he couldn’t help but think of Laura and all the fun they had together, wondering what she’s been up to lately. The last letter he received from her was at Christmas two years before her graduation from Berkley. Neither Ben nor Laura had gotten married or even found anyone they would seriously even consider marrying. The date of the wedding arrived and Ben was nervous, much more nervous than he was at his brother’s wedding. Ben arrived at the church early to help the groom get ready and help to ease any last minute jitters. Ben and Joe were so handsome as they took their places on the altar. Just before the music started and the bridesmaids began their march up the aisle, Laura walked in and was ushered to a pew on the bride’s side of the church. Ben was aglow at the sight of her. He recognized her instantly then nudged Joe and whispered, “Look who’s sitting beside Suzie’s Aunt Patti.” Joe knew she was coming all the while but wanted to surprise Ben. The ceremony was beautiful, at least the parts Ben remembered. Most of his attention was spent checking out Laura, remembering their past and thinking to himself that his prayers were answered. Ben’s biggest concern was eased when he saw Laura walk in the church alone. He looked at her hands and didn’t see a ring. Ben was uneasy about having to dance with an unfamiliar woman that Suzie would pick for him for the bridal party dance. Suzie’s sister, Joann, who declined the offer the first time, agreed to be her matron of honor with one condition, during the bridal dance the best man would sit out and Suzie’s brother would dance with his wife. Suzie hated to do that to Ben, but he said he didn’t mind. He did mind, but didn’t want to cause a ruckus. Now he was thrilled he didn’t have to dance with Joann at all. Laura wiped a tear from her cheek as Suzie and Joe walked down the aisle arm in arm as husband and wife. She wiped another tear as she gazed at Ben escorting Joann down the aisle. The wedding party was busy with the photographer after the ceremony so Laura didn’t have a chance to talk to Ben or anyone else she knew so she headed over to the banquet hall to wait for them. As Laura drove to the reception hall, memories of the good times she and Ben shared when they were teenagers flooded her mind. All the fun trips to Cedar Point and making out on the ferris wheel when they stopped at the top; the romantic trips to the water park and the beach, not to mention the drive in. BEEEEP! The loud horn sound startled Laura back to reality and caused her to veer off the road slightly. “No more thoughts like that,” she thought to herself as she lowered her speed. Shaken a bit, Laura pulled to the right and parked in front of a party store. She slid across the seat to avoid the non-stop traffic and then got out. She walked across the sidewalk to enter the store. She felt as though everyone was staring at her as she made her way through the store, grabbing a soda from the cooler then returning up front to pay for it. As she walked back outside, she felt a cool breeze flow through her gown and suddenly realized how wet her panties were. She felt a tingling between her thighs as she thought about her teen years with Ben, but didn’t actually realize she was so wet that it seeped through into the thin material between her flesh and her gown. Slightly embarrassed she quickly returned to her car, getting in carefully, making sure her gown was not wrinkled. Following the map that was inserted with the invitation Laura quickly located the banquet hall for the reception. She found a parking spot that would make leaving early effortless, if that’s what she decided. Securing her belongings, she headed into the building, immediately finding the main hall. As she entered the hall she was directed to a table that held the guest book and name cards for assigned seating. She found her name and made a mental note of the table number where she was to sit and then signed the guest book before she headed into the reception hall. Laura gasped as she entered, “Suzie always had great taste and a flair for decorating,” she thought to herself as her eyes panned the elegant room. The guests were seated at round tables covered with white linen tablecloths. Each place setting contained a large goblet filled with ice water; the silverware had been rolled in a white linen napkin to match the tablecloths. The plates were a standard white, but complimented the elegance of the table. To her right, Laura noticed a small round table covered in matching linen. The table held platters of hors d’oeuvres. A pianist touched the ivory and ebony keys of a grand piano with grace, filling the room with soft music. Chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and sconces on the walls emitted just enough light to make the room sparkle. As more guests arrived, a young girl dressed in black slacks and shoes with a white blouse walked around to each table and lit the votive candle in each centerpiece. The bridal party’s table was just as elegant as the guest’s tables. The back cushion of the chairs was covered in linen that matched the tables. The material flowed down the backside of each chair to the floor and a band of material matching the colors of the groomsmen secured the material to the chair. Fresh flowers placed in the center of the table matched those on the table of the immediate family members of the bride and groom. To the left of the bridal party table, Laura’s eyes were drawn to a long table that held the wedding cake. “Oh my God! That cake is huge!” Laura whispered to herself as she approached the table to get a closer look. It wasn’t a traditional wedding cake. Each layer was shaped like a pillow, arranged from largest to smallest, the smallest being at the top. The icing was a traditional white with a look of lace to it. Each pillow shape had tassels at the corners. The cake was simply topped with two gold rings entwined with a white frosting ribbon. There were small signs behind the cake explaining the flavors of each layer, ranging from white to cherry nut. ”Would you please stand and put your hands together to welcome the new Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Griggs,” echoed throughout the hall as the DJ announced the arrival of the bride and groom then the rest of the wedding party. The announcement was made as Laura made her way to her assigned table. Everyone looked so nice, but Ben stood out in Laura’s eyes, “How did I ever let him get away?” she asked herself as she watched him take his seat beside the groom. Dinner was served and the festivities began. Ben seemed like the odd man out because of Joann’s controlling husband, so Laura thought this would be the ideal time to make a possible connection with him, but before she did she refreshed herself in the restroom first. While in the stall she went over what she would say to him when she approached him, “Oh my God! Ben! It’s so good to see you again!” Was the first thing that came to mind, but she shook her head ‘no’ and tried again. “Hey Ben, how’s it been?” She paused briefly and shook her head again then continued, “Oh that just sounds stupid, I know I can do better than that,” she added as she flushed and went out to wash her hands before returning to her seat. She didn’t know what she was getting so flustered for; he was the easiest person for her to talk to when they were kids. She wondered if things had changed that much in the years they were apart. As she walked across the room toward her seat she heard the music begin and the DJ introduced the bride and groom once again. The first song was “When I’m With You” by Sheriff and about half way into the song the bridal party was introduced. The DJ called Joann and then Benjamin, but instead of Ben escorting her, she walked up with her jealous husband. Ben remained in his seat for a moment then had an idea. He walked over to the DJ and handed him a note scribbled on a napkin from the bar. As he began to read the note, Ben walked across the dance floor toward Laura. The Journey Home Ch. 01 He reached out his hand just as the DJ said her name, ”Would you like to dance, gorgeous?” he asked. Slightly embarrassed, but honored at the same time, Laura accepted Ben’s invitation and walked to the wooden dance floor with him. As the music played a warm glow surrounded Laura. The first time she ever heard that song it made her think of Ben and now she can hardly believe she’s dancing with him, melting into him as they move around the dance floor. Ben and Laura remained on the dance floor for every slow song. As they danced, Ben held Laura close to him. She rested her head on his chest, as she breathed in his wonderful scent. There wasn’t any verbal communication during those dances, but the message Ben intended was without a doubt, delivered clearly as Laura melted into him. When the slow sets ended, Laura guided Ben back to her table. They each took turns listening to what the other had to say about their past and before they knew it, the sparks ignited the flame that never really went out between them. ”I wish you could get out of here now,” she mumbled under her breath, not realizing Ben could still understand her. A devilish grin spread instantly across his face and he stood, took her hand and led her outside. Before they reached the doors to the patio, Ben stopped between the bar and the kitchen doors; noticing a clean folded tablecloth on a stand he grabbed it and put it under his suit coat. Ben proceeded to lead Laura out the doors, across the patio and through the elaborate garden behind the hall. Laura walked as quickly as she could in her four-inch heels and form-fitted gown. Laura pulled his hand back gently when she tried to remove her heels, but he just about dragged her through the garden and into the hedge maze. It wasn’t very tall, but it was quite large. Thankfully, there wasn’t anyone else outside. There was a chill in the air, but with the flames of desire rising between them, neither noticed the cold. When Ben felt he had gone deep enough into the hedge he stopped; turned to face Laura and with both hands caressing her face, he pulled her into him for a passionate kiss. They kissed like they had never been apart all those years. Laura pulled from him slightly and with a heavy breath whispered, “Oh Ben I’ve missed you,” and then as quickly as she pulled away she returned his kisses once again. Ben released her face to remove the linen from his jacket, shook it and tossed it to the ground. Luckily for him the tablecloth landed flat enough for him to push the corners with the toe of his shoe, which opened it enough to protect Laura’s gown when he would lay her on the ground. Laura didn’t want to wait for Ben to get the linen perfect and she pulled him to the ground. “Oh God Ben, I can’t help myself tonight!” she said excitedly then continued. “I want you so much. I’ve wanted you for so long I don’t think I can wait any longer.” Ben didn’t say a word; he just pressed his body against hers in a passionate caress then began sliding his hands about her body as she writhed against him. Ben paused suddenly and pulled back; telling her, “I don’t think I want to do this.” He bowed his head, staring at the ground. “I want you, but not like this, not here,” he concluded as he lifted Laura to her feet, his hands around her waist, his erection softening. Laura looked at him with sadness in her eyes and in a seductive voice she pleaded, “Please Ben? I need you. I crave you. I have waited so long for you. Please?” She batted her eyes at him and that was all it took. When he felt his erection come to life again, he bent Laura over right there, pulled her gown up over her back and pulled her panties off quickly. She lifted one foot and the garment fell to the ground. Ben fumbled with the zipper and button on his trousers, carefully pulling out his throbbing member. He slid it gently along the crack of Laura’s ass before bending his knees slightly to get the proper position to insert the head into her. Laura pushed against him when she felt the tip stretch her opening and gasped when his entire shaft thrust into her. Ben grabbed her hips and slowly at first repeated the thrusting motion as her pussy coated his shaft and their movements were smooth as silk. Ben quickened the momentum to match Laura’s panting; the faster she panted the faster he pumped his shaft into her. He felt her muscles tighten around him and her knees weaken. He tightened his grasp on her and increased the momentum once again causing her to peak then he would slow the pace as she regained her composure slightly. Ben continued this pattern for several minutes as he delivered orgasm after orgasm to Laura. Her breathing was out of control when Ben eventually peaked himself. He gave one last thrust deep into her and grunted, “Fuck, yessssssss baby, you are so tight. Arghhhhhh!” He remained inside of her as long as he could and her convulsing muscles milked him dry. Laura could feel his breath against her back as he regained his composure. Once flaccid, his member slid from her instantly and she sighed heavily, not wanting him to stop just yet. Ben fastened his trousers, picked up the linen from the ground and wiped his semen from Laura where it had dribbled down her thigh as he planted soft kisses on her backside. He then bent over to pick up her panties, not handing them to her but putting them in his pocket and smiled devilishly at her as he pulled her in once more for a kiss that made her dizzy. ”What about my pan…?” Laura began to ask. Ben silenced her with a finger to her lips, “shhh,” he whispered against her lips. “You’ll get these back sometime tonight or perhaps in the morning after we have breakfast in bed,” he said with a wink as they walked arm-in-arm back to the party. ^^^ Ben and Laura didn’t miss much and when they returned inside Suzie was just beginning to call all the single ladies up to the dance floor for the bouquet toss. Several women trotted onto the dance floor. Ben pushed Laura up to the side; she was hesitant. Suzie counted to three then, wham! Women were pushing each other trying to catch the flowers but Laura got them in the end. It was Ben’s turn next. Joe had it planned ahead and told all his buddies and family members to let Ben get the garter if Laura got the flowers, so they did and when Joe tossed the garter, it fell right into Ben’s hand. Suzie called Laura up on the floor and Ben had the pleasure of placing the garter on her thigh. He bent on one knee between her legs, winked and worked his hands up under her gown. It was then she remembered about her panties and she blushed. Ben smiled at her as his fingers grazed the moist curls. “Mmmm, this is even better without panties,” he whispered softly so only she could hear as he removed his arms from beneath her gown. Ben walked away smiling like a kid in a candy store escorting Laura back to her seat and kissing her cheek softly. After the cutting of the cake the guests soon began to depart. At one A.M. the DJ played his last song of the evening. Ben and Laura danced close one last time, even after the music stopped they continued, only to be interrupted by the groom when he said, “Hey love birds, we’re outta here.” Ben and Laura left the floor. Laura walked to the table to get her purse then Ben escorted her out to her car. Before she opened her door he asked, “Would you like to follow me or do you want me to drive tonight then bring you back here in the morning to get your car?” Laura replied, “I think I’ll follow you so we don’t have to rush tomorrow and I won’t have to worry about my car sitting here with no one watching it,” as she leaned in and they shared a long, lingering kiss. Ben and Laura spent the remainder of the weekend together in sexual encounters as well as catching up on other things. They discovered they didn’t live far from each other and began dating on a regular basis. ^^^ They dated for about eight months and Ben had secretly planned a romantic dinner for the two of them. He phoned Laura on Friday, “Hey Ben! What’s up? We’re still on for tomorrow, right?” Laura asked. ”We most certainly are, but there’s a change of plans.” He told her then continued. “I’d like you to wear your sexy little black dress. You know the one I love seeing you in. I’ll pick you up at six thirty sharp instead of eight o’clock like originally planned. Will that be okay for you?” Ben asked then awaited Laura’s response. ”Yes, I can make that work. I will take care of my errands today after work instead of tomorrow. I’ll be watching for you.” Laura replied then continued after a brief pause, “What have you got up your sleeve Ben?” ”I just want to take my best girl out for a nice dinner is all. Is that okay with you?” Ben replied. He continued before allowing Laura to answer. “I just think we both deserve a nice evening out once in a while and tomorrow will be that night. So I’ll see you then. I’m really looking forward to this, baby!” ”Okay! Me too, but if I’m going to be ready for you tomorrow, I must get busy right now.” Laura said excitedly. Before she hung up the phone she told Ben she loved him. He returned his love and the line went silent. Ben scurried around confirming everything was in place for his big night with Laura. The next evening a limousine arrived at Ben’s door to pick him up. When Ben exited his house the driver already had the door of the limo opened for him. “Good evening sir,” the driver said as Ben approached. The two men shook hands and the driver continued to speak. “I’m Dominick, your driver for the evening; you can call me Nick.” Dominick was a single man in his mid-forties. His dark brown hair in a crew cut style showed hints of gray. His uniform; a black tuxedo, white shirt and black bowtie made him look professional; his black driving cap made him look distinguished. He had been a chauffeur for the same limo company for the last fifteen years. Ben sat nervously in the back seat; a red rose balanced on his knee. As Nick drove to Laura’s house, he and Ben chatted about everything from basketball to women. Ben told Nick all about the evening he had planned for Laura. “Sounds like you’re every woman’s dream there, Ben. She sure sounds like one very special lady too,” Nick added as he pulled up to Laura’s apartment building. Nick turned off the engine and as he started to open his door Ben already had his door open and one foot on the ground, “I got this one Nick. Be back in a few,” Ben said as he walked up to the building. Luckily for him a tenant was leaving as he arrived and he gained entrance without having to ring Laura’s bell. His timing was perfect; he knocked on the door precisely at six thirty and when she opened it he stepped back in awe. Laura stood there in his favorite little black dress, her hair pulled up and secured with a simple clip with white pearls. Laura’s dress was a spaghetti strap style that hung close to her body with a slight flair at the hem, slightly longer in the back than the front. The bodice was designed to accentuate her breasts. Laura accessorized her dress with a simple strand of pearls, given to her by her mother, black stockings and her favorite black pumps. ”Oh baby! You’re a knockout tonight!” Ben said; handing her a single long stemmed red rose. He leaned in to give her a sweet kiss that went a little overboard when she pressed her body against his. He broke the kiss hesitantly, held out his arm for her and she put her arm around his. “We had better get going now,” Ben said as he escorted her to the waiting limousine. As they walked Laura told Ben how handsome he looked. Ben wore a black pinstriped suit with a soft white shirt and a red tie. “Oh my!” Laura said amazed, “You even took the time to shine your shoes!” ”Only the best for you baby.” Ben said as they approached the limo. ”Oh my God Ben, this is too much!” Laura whispered as the chauffeur opened their door, helped her in first and then closed it after Ben situated himself in the seat. It wasn’t a huge limo, but it was a very nice one. The lights along the sides of the interior gave it a romantic ambience. Ben reached for the bottle of wine and two glasses, poured a glass and handed it to Laura then poured himself a glass before returning the bottle to the ice bucket. Ben gazed into Laura’s eyes and said as he raised his glass, “Here’s to the best night of our lives so far.” Laura raised her glass to his and as the rims clinked Ben said, “I love you so much Ms. Laura Habernack,” his eyes never leaving hers. Laura kept touching the leather on the seats as they were driven to the restaurant. She was beginning to get very nervous. Again she whispered, “This is too much Ben,” as she leaned into him and gave him a tender kiss. The limo pulled into the parking lot of Mr. Paul’s Chop House. Nick left the engine running as he got out and walked around to the passenger’s side to open the door. Ben exited first; as he was sitting closest to the door then he leaned into the limo and reached for Laura’s hand, helping her out. Nick closed the door behind Laura and then stepped around her and Ben to open the door to the restaurant. After Ben and Laura entered he returned to the limo, driving it around the corner of the restaurant to wait for them to finish dinner. The restaurant was cozy, yet romantic. Candles on each table provided the only light for the dining area. Fresh cut flowers adorned each table and a pianist tickled the ivories, setting the mood with soft, romantic music playing in the background. Ben reserved the table beside the stone fireplace and made a special request that no one be seated at the three tables surrounding his. He told the hostess that he would pay for those tables if he had to, but the hostess said she didn’t see a problem with his request and told him not to worry, they would have the privacy he desired. Laura wasn’t much of a drinker but tonight she felt relaxed and quite flirty so she asked Ben to order her a drink when the waiter came by. Ben had already taken care of the drinks when he made the dinner reservations, ordering the finest bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. The waiter brought two wine glasses and the bottle of wine. He poured Ben a glass to taste and after Ben nodded his acceptance the waiter poured Laura a glass as well. Ben was hesitant, but ordered for both of them. He told the waiter, “The lady and I will start off with the Caesar salad for two, and then we will have the Petite Filet Mignon and Shrimp with baked potato and the soup of the day.” Ben said, pausing briefly to take a sip of his wine. ”Will that be all sir?” the waiter asked, still holding the pen, ready to write again. ”For dessert you can bring us the pastry tray.” Ben said with a wink to the waiter. Something was going on, but what was to come had never entered her mind. After all, they had only been dating for eight months. The appetizer and dinner were served. They chatted while they ate, enjoying their meals and the company of each other. They pushed their plates aside, waiting for dessert. The waiter cleared the dinner dishes then returned with a lavish array of pastries. Ben knew what she would choose first when he made his final plan of the evening. When Laura stared at the tray for several moments; Ben was getting nervous thinking she wouldn’t choose her favorite this time. Laura began to pick one pastry up, but she put it back down and finally chose her favorite, a petite cannoli. When she removed it from the tray she grabbed the paper cup it rested in as well. She put the paper cup on her plate then removed the cannoli; bringing it up to her mouth she took a small bite. She closed her eyes when she chewed it. When she went to put it back on her plate, she looked down and dropped her pastry in her lap. Her eyes began to water and she felt her face begin to flush. To her surprise an engagement ring rested in the bottom of the paper pastry cup. Ben picked the ring up as he stood. He walked around to Laura’s side of the table, bent down on one knee and took her left hand in his. As he placed the ring on her finger he said, “Laura, my love; it has taken us too long already to become one. I fell in love with you when I saw you walk down the aisle at your sister’s wedding, but was afraid you didn’t feel what I felt. I fell in love with you again at Joe and Suzie’s wedding last spring. I don’t want another minute to pass by with out you as my wife.” Ben paused briefly as he kissed her hand then continued, “Laura, will you marry me?” He finally asked, his voice shaky. Ben waited on bended knee for Laura’s answer as the wait staff watched secretly in the background. “Yes! Oh God, Yes I will marry you, Ben!” Laura whispered with an excitement in her voice that the wait staff could see through her expression. ”She said yes!” was the buzz of the restaurant staff as they returned to their respective duties. Ben paid the check and gave the waiter a handsome tip for a perfect night. Ben assisted Laura with her chair then turned to pick up the remaining pastries the waiter placed in a carry out container. When Ben and Laura walked outside, she pulled him close to her and gave him the most romantic kiss she could muster. Ben returned her kiss, placing his free hand on the back of her head, pulling her even closer as they waited for Nick. After Ben and Laura were seated in the limo, Nick situated himself in the driver’s seat and then turned to Ben, asking where he would like to go next. Ben thought for a moment, a devilish grin crossing his face. He replied, “We’d like to go watch the submarine races on Belle Isle.” Nick drove to the small island on the Detroit River. As he passed over the bridge Laura tapped on the glass partition and Nick lowered the tinted window so he could hear what she was to ask him. “Can you please drive by the fountain before you park?” Once over the General Douglas MacArthur Bridge, Nick turned to the right and followed the road to Scott Fountain and parked the limo. Laura opened her door and pulled Ben out quickly, almost making him trip over his own feet as he struggled to get traction. “Isn’t this the most beautiful thing, Ben?” Laura asked, pulling him up the decorative steps to get as close to the spraying water as she could. Colored lights shone upon the fountain, which made the water flowing from the top seem magical. Ben, knowing how much of a romantic Laura was, took a coin from his pocket and handed it to her. As she tossed it into the water she closed her eyes and made a wish. In her mind, she wished for a long healthy life with Ben. Laura released her grasp on Ben’s arm as she made her way around the fountain. The gentle breeze produced a light mist to float through the air in one section of the fountain. When Laura reached this spot she stopped in her tracks. She stretched her arms out and slowly turned around. The mist was cool upon her skin. Ben, not wanting to get wet, stayed on the dry side of the fountain while he gazed at Laura who, for a moment wanted to return to her childhood. ”Ah…hem..” a deep voice got Laura’s attention. She glanced up through the cool mist and saw Ben standing on the other side, waiting somewhat patiently. Laura ran to Ben as fast as she could in her heels without falling. She ran into his arms, her hands snaked around his waist and she pressed her lips to his for a fiery kiss, which left them both scrambling to get back into the limo. As Nick shifted the limo to drive Ben took one last look at the fountain before he returned his gaze to Laura and whispered, “It is a beautiful thing, but not as beautiful as you are right now.” The Journey Home Ch. 01 Laura glanced down at herself. She could feel her hair begin to fall and her dress was quite damp from the spray of the fountain, which made the material cling to her form even more. “I bet I’m a real sight for sore eyes,” she said as she blushed and stared at the diamond on her finger. Laura raised her left hand to let the light from the full moon shine upon it and she watched as it sparkled. Laura’s ring didn’t overpower her small hand. It was a single round diamond in the center surrounded by smaller chips of alternating sapphire and emerald stones. The sapphire was her birthstone and the emerald was Ben’s. He had it created just for her. The wedding band would be just a simple gold band. ”Yes you are a sight. A beautiful sexy sight, but only for my eyes!” Ben said in a deep seductive voice and then tapped on the glass and instructed Nick to park as soon as possible. Nick parked facing the river and the Canadian shoreline so he could watch the freighters as they passed in the still of the night. He pushed the button for the window that separated him from the passion in the back seat and told Ben he had three hours left on his reservation. “I will knock on the partition when it’s time to leave sir.” Nick said, pushing the button again to raise the glass as he turned on his radio and stepped out of the limo to rest against the hood. Ben took Laura’s hand and kissed her finger where his ring rested then proceeded to kiss up her arm until he came to her neck. He repositioned himself to face her and with one hand behind her neck he pulled her into him for an intense kiss. As he kissed her he began to slide her dress straps off her shoulders and tenderly kissed across each one as he gazed down her body. The attention Ben was giving aroused her to the point of no return and she began to undress him as he continued undressing her. She hastily pulled his shirt open which caused some of the buttons to pop off and fly across the back of the limo. Laura then proceeded to unfasten Ben’s belt buckle and then the waistband of his slacks. By this time, her dress had been pulled down around her waist leaving her breasts exposed and Ben had one of her pert nipples in his mouth, he sucked and nibbled teasingly. Ben attempted to remove his slacks without his mouth leaving her breast. In her frustration of not being able to touch the flesh below his waist, Laura pleaded, “Just get them off, will you?” with a slight giggle and staggered breath as she pulled away from Ben and quickly slid her dress over her bottom and down her legs as she prepared for Ben. Ben sat up, pushed his feet against the floor as he raised his ass off the seat and pulled his slacks as well as his briefs down at the same time. He then removed his suit coat and what was left of his shirt, throwing them on the floor beside Laura’s dress and panties. When he concentrated his gaze upon Laura once again he felt the desire to take her and make love to her with an urgency he couldn’t control. Laura lay on the seat with her head against the door. She was posed with her right leg over the back of the seat and her left leg slightly bent; her heels dug into the soft leather material as she ran her hands over her stocking covered legs, pulling slightly at the garters that held them in place. Laura breathed heavily, her hips rising slightly as Ben gazed at her luscious body. Ben licked his lips as he parted her thighs and slid his body to the floor of the limo so his face was even with her pussy. He raced along her outer labia, then the inner; teasing her, which caused her clit to swell and become even more sensitive to his touch. This was probably the wine talking, but Ben was becoming more and more turned on by her language as Laura inhaled deeply then shouted in a deep growling voice, “eat me Ben! Please, eat me now!” Ben brought her to climax as his tongue teased her slit and licked up her juice as it dripped out of her. Breathless, she pleaded once again, “Ben, I want to feel you inside of me. I need you deep inside of me. Oh Ben, Fuck me please! Fuck me hard!” Not wanting to be the one to disappoint, Ben held his cock with his hand and guided it into her still convulsing cavern. It didn’t take long before he was thrusting his full thick shaft deep inside her. His thrusts caused her head to bang against the door handle, but she didn’t complain. Ben continued to pummel her until he reached his peak as well and ejaculated. Her muscles milked him dry and he collapsed beside her on the seat. Completely satiated and exhausted, the two lay together gently fondling and delivering tender kisses to the other. Their romantic encounter was interrupted with a knock on the side window and again on the tinted partition after Nick returned behind the wheel. Ben and Laura proceeded to dress as the limo backed out of the parking spot and headed to Laura’s apartment. ^^^ Ben carried Laura into her apartment, kicking the door closed behind him. He carried her straight to her bedroom and set her down gently on the bed. She was exhausted and allowed Ben to once again remove her clothing, replacing them with her favorite pajamas; an old shirt of his she still had from when they were younger. “So that’s where that shirt went. I looked all over for it when I packed for college. It was my favorite, remember?” Ben said as he pulled the covers over her and kissed her forehead then left her apartment and returned home. Exhausted himself, Ben headed straight to his bedroom. He undressed, tossing his clothes on the floor and climbed into bed as images of Laura wearing his favorite tee shirt flashed on his eyelids. As he relaxed he couldn’t help thinking how well she filled it out now. With these thoughts he fell asleep quickly. Later that week Ben and Laura selected a wedding date and began to plan for the big day. They decided on a spring wedding and began making all the arrangements. ^^^ As their special day neared, Laura’s girlfriends planned a girl’s weekend as sort of a bachelorette party for her and Ben’s friends planned a bachelor party for him. Three of Laura’s friends chose to take her on a three-night cruise to the Bahamas. Sara was invited as well, but declined the invitation to join them. She didn’t want to be the only married woman there and she was in her second trimester of pregnancy with her third child. She knew her sister would understand. It was Friday mid-morning; Laura met her friends at the airport and once through security she gave her ticket to the man behind the counter. She said her good byes to Ben as the man announced her flight was now boarding. Ben wished her a safe flight and fun vacation with the girls, kissed and hugged her one last time then watched her board her flight. He waited in the terminal until her plane departed. Ben had her itinerary at home on his computer and as the days passed he marked them off on his calendar anxiously awaiting her arrival home. Laura’s plane took off right on schedule. She was so excited to be sharing this time with her friends. The plane had one scheduled stop in Chicago for three hours and the passengers were able to deplane during this time. The girls grabbed their carry on bags and departed the plane. Laura wanted to look around, having never been in Chicago before. Her friends wanted to get a magazine and a drink and said they would meet her back at the lounge in two hours. Laura returned to the lounge shortly after she left her friends. She walked in the crowded, dimly lit lounge and panned the room for her friends. Once she found them she walked over to the table and pulled out a chair to sit for a minute. After she caught her breath she told the girls there was something she wanted to show them in the gift shop. Before they went with Laura, each girl ordered a bite to eat and a drink. As they ate, they chatted about all the fun they were going to have and before they knew it one drink turned into two then three. One of Laura’s friends proposed a toast, “May you have as much fun during your marriage as we are going to have this weekend!” The women raised their glasses and simultaneously said, “cheers!” then took a sip from their glass. The girls lost track of time at the lounge but figured they had enough time to go see what Laura wanted to show them in the gift shop. “If we walk real fast we can get back here in plenty of time.” Laura said as she grabbed one friend’s arm and started walking, the rest of the girls then followed. Laura pulled her friends into the shop and started showing them some tee shirts she was thinking of getting for Ben. The girls began looking at the shirts, then at the magazines and before they knew it they had been in there for over an hour. “I bet you a hundred bucks we just missed our flight.” One friend said as she glanced up at the clock. The girls dropped the items they were holding and ran back to the counter where they were scheduled to board the plane. Breathing heavily, Laura asked the person behind the counter when the flight for Miami was to take off again. ”Oh miss, I’m sorry, but that plane departed thirty minutes ago.” The woman told the girls. At the same time, the girls began asking the person how they were supposed to get to Miami now. The woman told them they would have to wait for the next plane, which was to board in 45 minutes. This time the girls didn’t take any chances and sat right next to the door. They spent their time watching people rush around the terminal as well as talk about Ben and the wedding. They had originally booked seats in first class, but with the change of planes they had to take whatever seats were available at the time of boarding. They were not very happy when they learned they wouldn’t be sitting near each other for the remainder of the flight. The ambience was pleasant and everyone seemed to be having a good time until the plane jerked hard. It felt like a car driving fast over a bump in the road. The passengers jumped and some of the younger ones let out a scream. The flight was only supposed to take a little over three hours. They were already in the air for three hours and when Laura looked out the window she noticed they were over water. “What’s going on?” She asked the flight attendant. Just then the captain’s voice echoed through the plane, “Attention! Can I please have your attention? This is just a precautionary measure, but we are requesting all passengers to put on a life vest and follow the flight attendants directions for emergency procedures. This will be in affect until further notice. It is advised that you remain in your seat during this time. Thank you.” The captain said in a calm voice. The flight attendants calmly tried to reassure all passengers, “We are experiencing some turbulence and you need to listen carefully,” one attendant said as another began explaining the emergency procedures. Laura had never been on a plane before, but she was certain that a flight to Florida would not take them over the water. “Why are we over water right now?” She asked anyone that would listen to her; her voice filled with terror. The male passenger beside Laura just shook his head, shrugged his shoulders and held Laura’s hand as he began to pray. Laura tried to be calm, but she couldn’t help breaking out in tears when she thought of never seeing Ben again; never touching him or feeling his touch, never seeing her sister’s children. Soon the turbulence intensified and the oxygen masks fell from overhead. The flight attendants were ordered to take their seats after all the passengers were secured. Laura turned her engagement ring around and clenched the stones in her fist as she prepared for the crash. The plane began a nosedive straight into the water. Passengers were frantic; screams were heard throughout the plane. Laura said a quick prayer then bent over her legs, her head between her knees and her hands over her head. She cried out to her friends, “I love you Abby. I love you Kayla. I love you Trisha.” “Oh God! I’m not ready to die,” screams were heard throughout the plane as carry on luggage fell from overhead compartments and everything not secured down flew from the back of the plane toward the front and the plane quickly descended. The plane hit the water nose first and the harsh impact caused the windows to break. Water poured in quickly, causing the plane to sink rapidly. Passengers were screaming and grabbing at anything they could as they frantically tried to escape the sinking plane through the broken windows. To be continued... The Journey Home Ch. 02 Meanwhile at home, Ben's friends had to drag him out because he was missing Laura so much he didn't feel like doing anything. Joe took him to a strip club and he just sat there. After a while they went and shot some pool and drank a few beers at Duggan's Irish Pub then Joe took Ben back to his house and called it a night. Ben drifted off to sleep holding Laura's picture against his chest. He loved her so much. The three days planned for Laura's trip with the girls passed slowly. Monday morning Ben arrived at the airport as scheduled and waited over an hour for Laura's plane. He was becoming upset because of the delay and went to the counter to inquire about her flight. "I'm sorry sir, but that plane landed earlier than expected and all the passengers have exited the plane. Would you like me to page her?" The woman behind the counter asked and then paged Laura. "Ms. Habernack, Laura Habernack, your party is waiting for you at the Delta ticket counter." The announcement echoed through the terminal twice, but still no sign of Laura. Ben continued to wait over thirty minutes longer then was advised to go to the luggage area that perhaps she is waiting for him there. He did as the woman suggested, but no luck. Laura wasn't there either. Ben returned to the counter and asked them to page Laura's friends that took the trip with her; still, no answer. Ben phoned Sara, but she hadn't heard anything from her sister since the day before she left for the trip. Ben was in a state of panic now. He had no idea what happened to Laura. "She couldn't have just run off, could she? I can't see her doing that to her family, or me for that matter." Ben mumbled as he roamed the terminal, his heart pounding ferociously out of fear and anger. Sara tried to calm Ben by telling him they probably just took a cab seeing their plane was so early. "She's probably on her way home to you as we speak," she said. Ben hung up the phone and immediately dialed her cell, but it went directly to voicemail. "Honey, It's Ben, where are you? Call me when you get this." Ben had no idea that Laura and the girls took a different flight when they stopped over in Chicago. Ben returned home without Laura and waited patiently by the phone for her call. ^^^ In Florida, the clean up of flight 347 continued. Plane parts as well as personal belongings from passengers and crew alike were strewn for miles. Bodies were floating face down in the water as the recovery crew investigated the scene searching for survivors; certain there weren't any, they ended the search. Laura miraculously survived. She was found by a couple boating as the tide carried her lifeless body toward the shore. They called the police and an ambulance and she was rushed to the community hospital in Miami. The couple told the police, "She was unconscious when we found her. Her life vest had snagged on a piece of driftwood that stuck out from the shore and that kept her afloat. It appears as though she had a wedding or engagement ring on her finger because there's a tan line there; it must have slipped from her finger as she lay in the cold water. Laura didn't have identification on her and was registered as Jane Doe when admitted into triage. She remained at the hospital for about a week before she regained consciousness and was able to talk to the doctors. "What is your name miss?" One doctor asked. "You had us very concerned for quite some time," another one said as they examined her. "My name is Laura. Where am I?" She questioned as he looked around the room, her vision blurred. "You are in a Florida hospital, miss." A nurse informed her as she stood beside the bed holding a cup of water for Laura. After Laura drank her water she talked to the nurse for a while. Laura was confused about what had happened to her. She said she remembered being on a plane, not sure where she was headed or where she was coming from. The nurse then asked if she had any family and Laura said, "no, just my sister and she didn't make it. I couldn't save her." Then she began to cry. The doctors discussed Laura's condition with her. "It appears as though you are suffering from retrograde amnesia." "What's that?" She asked with a concerned look on her face. The doctors tried to explain it so she would understand, "It is when part or all of your memories you had before your brain injury are now gone. Well, not necessarily gone, but forgotten. Sometimes they do return after the swelling from the brain injury has reduced enough. We will just have to wait and see." Laura remained in the hospital for another week, the doctor's making sure she was healthy enough to be discharged. The following week Laura was released to a state run home for impaired residents. The residents of the home were able to hold jobs and go out if they wanted; they just needed a little assistance with certain things. Laura, for instance, suffered from amnesia and with no family to inform of her accident she was sent to the home until she got back on her feet with a job and money in a bank account so she could survive on her own in society. Laura discovered she was good with numbers; not recalling she had an MBA in business. She got a part time job at a bank. Her boss said she was a natural and soon promoted her to a full time teller. After a few months she was promoted once again and given her own desk as well as a big raise. Laura was settling into her new life quite easily. She was beginning to make friends and go out. After she had enough money saved in the bank, the doctors agreed it was time for her to be on her own. Laura found an apartment near the bank where she worked. She enjoyed living in Florida, but something deep inside told her she didn't really belong there. Her apartment was small, yet cozy. It was a studio apartment; one large room divided into areas by folding bamboo screens. As she furnished her new place she was drawn to a particular painting at the local furniture store. The painting depicted a nature scene of autumn trees and a winding road. Every time she looked at that painting a warm feeling caressed her and made her feel at ease. Eventually she purchased the painting and hung it over her bed. That first night as she slept she dreamt she was driving in a car with a handsome man, though she couldn't see his face, he knew her name; she didn't know his. When she woke in the morning she yawned and smelled the autumn air. "Impossible." She thought to herself, yet remembering she had smelled that scent before somewhere. She began recalling small things about her past as the weeks passed. For instance, she remembered she has a sister but couldn't recall her name or where she lives. Laura had forgotten about telling the hospital staff that her sister didn't make it. She kept fidgeting with the ring finger on her left hand, but there wasn't anything there. ^^^ Back in Michigan, Ben was worried sick about Laura and her friends. He couldn't figure out why he hadn't heard anything from her. He phoned her sister one more time. "Hey, this is Ben. I'm worried sick about Laura. It's been three days and I still haven't heard a word. The airline said she didn't check back in when the plane took off from Chicago. If you hear anything please call me right away," he said after the beep of the answering machine. The wedding date was just around the corner and Ben was hesitant about canceling the plans, but knew with the circumstances that it was probably for the best. He contacted Laura's sister one more time to ask for her assistance in phoning all the guests to tell them the wedding is off. Ben called his friends and relatives as Sara called hers. The wedding day came and went, still no sign of Laura or her friends. He wished he knew more information about her friends so he could call their families, but he didn't, not even last names. Sara wasn't any help to Ben regarding that information either, but she thought perhaps she could get some information from Laura's office, where two of her friends also worked. Sara phoned Laura's office and asked to speak to the manager. "Hello, this is Sara Whitfield, Laura Habernack's sister. I am calling to inform you that she is missing. She never returned from her trip to the Bahamas. Ben and I are frantic. We don't know where else to turn and were hoping you could help us." Sara paused to catch her breath and continued. "We would like to know the last names and phone numbers of her friends that went with her on this trip." There was total silence on the other end of the line then the bank manager replied to Sara's request. "I'm very sorry about your sister ma'am, but we are unable to release personal information to anyone other than immediate relatives or those mentioned on her emergency card that we have in her file. Your name is no where on here, so I'm very sorry to say we can not be of any help to you." The manager said in a deep, very business like tone of voice. He continued, "We will keep Laura in our prayers and please keep us abreast of the situation, Sara." After the manager stopped talking Sara immediately slammed the phone down hard on the table and began to cry. "That bastard! Why does he have to be so damn difficult at a time like this?" She felt helpless; she didn't know where else to turn and with two children at home and one on the way she was in no condition to be traipsing off to go search for her. Ben's law practice was booming and like Sara, he couldn't go off and search for her so he hired a private detective. Max was referred by one of Ben's colleagues. "This guy is great at finding people that don't want to be found!" Ben's colleague told him. Ben phoned Max the next day and gave him all the information he knew about what happened to Laura. Max told Ben not to worry about anything, "I will let you know things as I learn them. This sounds like a great case and since I have nothing else to do right now and need a vacation anyway, this one's on the house!" he concluded. Max began at Metro airport and was given the same information Ben had; the flight number as well as the layover time in Chicago. Max then flew to Chicago's O'Hare airport and inquired there about Laura's flight. An airline representative told him that Laura and her friends missed their connecting flight but were seen boarding a different one. The man left for a moment only to return with a somber look on his face. "What? Please tell me what you know!" Max shouted, urgency in his voice. "Well it seems the women took the next available flight to Miami." The rep said then paused, looking down at the paper he was holding. "Okay, that's not so bad, but there's something you aren't telling me." Max said then slammed his fist down on the counter. "DAMNIT!" he shouted, "Just spit it out man!" The airline rep continued, "It shows here that the flight the women were on went down a few hours after takeoff. It also states, no survivors. Sir, I'm very sorry. I know that's not what you were expecting to hear." The airline rep jotted a number down for Ben to contact with inquiries about Laura's personal belongings and identifying the body. Max took the number and put it in his wallet then with anger in his voice asked the rep, "why wasn't anyone notified about this earlier?" The rep replied, "It seems as though there was a mix up with the tickets after the flight departed. Because we are short staffed, the tickets were collected at the counter as the passengers boarded. The rep on duty that day went through them and noticed some were from a different flight and without thinking he put those tickets into a different stack." "Well that's one mighty big screw up isn't it?" Max asked, aggravated at their incompetence and then continued, "Our lawyers will be contacting your lawyers about this as soon as I return to Michigan! You can bet your misplaced tickets on that!" Max turned in a huff and walked away. As Max walked he heard the rep tell him to have a nice day and a safe flight home. "Fuck that!" Max said still in a huff and continued, "I'm drivin' back home! I don't want to risk my flight goin' down and those incompetent assholes losing my ticket, fuck that." Max ran into the first car rental place he saw and told them what he needed. The manager himself set Max up with a nice economy vehicle. Max filled out all the necessary paperwork, paid his bill and then headed back to Michigan to talk to Ben. Once Max was back in Michigan, he phoned Ben immediately and relayed all the information to him; including the future lawsuit as well as the phone number for the county morgue in Florida. Without taking the time to thank Max, Ben hung up the phone and dialed the morgue. As he choked back the tears, Ben identified himself and why he was calling. The woman on the other end told Ben that the remains had to be verified by a blood relative or spouse, unless he had written documentation from the surviving blood relative or spouse. Ben hung up the phone and without looking at the clock began to dial Sara's number. "H-h-h-hello", Sara said, answering the phone with a yawn. "Hello Sara, it's Ben." He said then paused trying not to cry into the phone then continued. "I have some information about Laura, but I need your signature on a letter I'm typing. Can I come over and talk to you? I don't want this to wait until morning." He finished and waited for Sara's response, hoping she'd say yes. "Give me a few minutes to wake up and I'll start a pot of coffee," Sara said and then the line was silent. Ben hung up the phone then gathered the letter for the morgue for Sara to sign. He also grabbed the envelope Max had sent him containing the information he learned from both the Chicago and Metro airports. Ben stuffed all this into his briefcase then left the house through the kitchen, which connected to his garage. He pushed the button for the automatic door opener and got in his car. Once his ignition started Ben backed out of the garage and headed to Sara's house. He sat out in front trying to collect his thoughts before walking up to the door. Sara and her husband Peter met Ben at the door. "Please come in Ben." Peter said calmly. Sara tried so hard to confine her emotions, but the moment she looked into Ben's blood shot eyes she lost it and tears poured out of her already swollen eyes. "She's gone, isn't she?" Sara asked as she sobbed into Peter's shoulder. "Well Sara, I won't know that until I verify that one of the unidentified females they have at the morgue is actually Laura. Before I can go down there I will need your signature and a copy of your birth certificate proving you are who you say you are and your signature will be your verification that I am who I say I am. I have a flight scheduled first thing in the morning." Ben said then paused to catch his breath. As Ben tried to compose himself and Sara read the document she was to sign, Peter went into the kitchen to get them all some coffee. Peter returned with a tray containing three mugs of steaming black coffee, three spoons, a small dish with several sugar cubes on it and a decanter for the cream. He placed the tray on the coffee table in front of the couch where Ben and Sara were sitting, then grabbed a mug for himself before sitting back in his chair beside the couch. Sara signed the document then told Peter to get a copy of her birth certificate for Ben as she took a mug of coffee off the tray and handed it to Ben. "The cream and sugar's there if you want it," she added as she took the last mug of coffee from the tray. Peter returned quickly with the paper for Ben and handed it to him as Sara's questions began. "So what did that private detective find out about what happened to Laura and her friends?" Ben started telling Sara and Peter everything he knew so far about the missed plane and the ticket mix up and everything else Max told him. Sara listened intently as the tears began to flow once more. When Ben finished talking Sara grabbed her stomach and sobbed, "Oh dear God, why did you take her from us so soon?" Ben and Peter were getting worried about Sara and the baby. "I had best be getting home so I can get up in the morning," Ben said as he righted himself then turned to hug his brother and Sara, before walking to the door to let himself out. Peter took Sara back to their bedroom after Ben left and as she lay on her side, she sobbed. Peter wrapped his arm around her waist to comfort her as she drifted off to sleep once again. "God, I wish there was more I could do to help my brother," Peter thought to himself. Ben drove home as quickly as possible to get his things ready for the trip to Miami. After he packed a couple changes of clothing, socks, briefs and some shorts in case it was hot, he headed to bed. He tossed and turned the entire night as nightmares of what he might see when he got to the morgue filled his sleep. His rest wasn't peaceful at all and when the alarm awakened him he was still very tired. Ben was always a 'breakfast first thing in the morning' kind of guy, but with Laura missing, food was the last thing on his mind. He got out of bed and took a quick shower to help himself wake up then he dressed quickly in a pair of light khakis, a blue tee shirt and his sandals. He combed his hair and brushed his teeth before pulling up his shirt and rubbing the deodorant stick in each armpit one more time. Grabbing his wallet, shoving it in his back pocket with one hand, Ben grabbed for his briefcase with the other, picked up his car keys and carry on luggage and then headed to the airport. He arrived just in time to grab a coffee after going through the security inspection. He drank the rest of his coffee as he walked up to the woman taking the tickets for the flight to Miami. He boarded the plane and took his seat. All during the flight visions of what Laura must have gone through when her plane was crashing flashed through his mind. He was horrified for her and began to sweat profusely. His flight was non-stop, but he couldn't get off that plane fast enough as he pushed past other passengers. Once out in the terminal he asked the first person in uniform where he could find the car rental counter. Ben ran in the direction the woman to whom he'd spoke told him. Not paying attention to where he was going, he passed the Avis car rental counter, but realized he'd went too far and turned around, backtracking his steps. Once at the counter he picked up the vehicle he reserved after speaking to Max. He picked up his keys then asked for directions to the county morgue. The sales rep drew him a map of step-by-step directions so he couldn't get lost and handed it to him along with a map of the city of Miami. Another sales rep escorted Ben to his vehicle and after the brief inspection while handing him the keys said, "Have a nice day sir." Ben tried to be pleasant, but in his state of mind he found that difficult as he answered the woman. "I don't think that's possible today, but thanks anyway," he said with sadness in his voice as he put the car in drive and headed out of the lot. He drove for what seemed like hours following the directions and the map the woman at Avis handed him. Actually Ben had only driven about forty-five minutes from the time he left the airport to the time he pulled up at the county morgue entrance. Ben took the first parking spot he could find, grabbed his briefcase from the back seat and slammed the car door then quickly walked to the front door. Once in the door he glanced around the large room quickly in search of the office or information desk; something, anything, so he could take care of what he needed to take care of and get out of there. Ben was nervous and trembling as he walked up to the guard he noticed standing only a few feet away from him. The Journey Home Ch. 02 As always, for continuity, I recommend reading the first part of "The Journey Home". Thanks for reading...and Enjoy! As we turn off the street into your driveway, I peer out the window at the house. "Mmmm, nice." "Thanks. I wasn't too concerned with the house when I bought this place," you say so very nonchallantly. "I bought it for what's back here." We turn at the end of the driveway and I see a huge garage with at 4 large doors, and another building that's even bigger. "That's my garage," you say pointing to our left, the point stratight ahead of us, "And that's my shop." "There's a difference?" "Oh yes...a big difference," you answer tiliting your head and raising your eyebrows at me. "Very cool. Let me guess...you have all sorts of toys...or you have lots of projects." You turn and look at me smiling, "Very good! Now let's back this thing up to the door so we can unload your bike and see why she's being so tempermental." I sit quietly as you maneuver your pickup close to one of the large garage doors. "OK, let's see what we can do," you say patting my thigh before climbing out of your truck. Reaching down to the floor, I pick up my P-14 and clip, and shove it into the waistband of my jeans, then grab my leather jacket from the back set and climb out of the truck, walking to the rear. I don't see you anywhere and then suddenly hear the garage door start to open. As the door raises, I get my first look inside the garage. My eyes open wider as I see an immaculately clean garage. I am immediately impressed by an array of tool boxes, various car body parts and engine parts, and the most eye catching item of all, a late 60s model Camaro. I turn my attention back to you and watch you for a few seconds as you lower the tail gate on the truck and position a ramp on the edge. "This is impressive! I especially love the Camaro," I say complimenting you on your garage and classic muscle car. "You know your cars," you reply. "Not all that well...I am not sure of the year," I say, anxious to get a closer look at it. I hear some noises behind me and turn to see you already rolling my bike out of the back of your truck. I walk towards you once you have positioned it near some of your toolboxes and watch as you silently begin looking it over again. "Can I help?" I ask tossing my jacket onto a chair. "Oh no, I am just getting a look at it in better light," you answer with a smile. I can tell you are very focused so I watch quietly, once again admiring your physique. After a few minutes, I lean over the bike, "Are you sure there isn't anything I can do to help? I feel kinda useless just standing here watching you." You stop looking over the Harley for a few seconds, then slowly stand up and walk around the bike, stopping just a few inches away from me, looking me right in the eye, "Give me just a couple of minutes, and I'll let you know what you can do." Your words send chills down my spine, and I just smile at you. Not saying another word, you turn around and bend down, tinkering with the bike again. I watch you for a few seconds before looking over my shoulder at your Camaro. I am dying to get a better look at it, and slowly turn and walk over to it. As you hear me walking away, you stop diagnosing the bike for a few seconds and watch me while I move closer to one of your projects. I peer inside, seeing the interior in the process of being reupholstered, then move towards the front of the vehicle, looking into the engine compartment beneath the open hood. I am startled by the sound of the garage door closing, and spin turn around to see you walking towards me. "Done already?" I ask with a slight hint of nervousness in my voice. "No...I am gonna have to ask a buddy of mine who knows Harleys inside and out to take a look at it..." you reply as you stop right in front of me, "That is, if that's OK with you." With you standing in front of me, I feel a wave of uncertainty sweep over me, and I take a step back, immediately bumping into the fender of the Camaro. "Ummm, yeah someone taking a look at it is fine with me," I say glancing down at my watch. It's as if you know what I am going to say next, "But not tonite...it's too late for him to come by, if that's what you're thinking." I nervously laugh, "Yes, that's kind of what I was thinking." You lean closer towards me and place your hands on either side of me on the fender, virtually pinning me against the Camaro. "Why so nervous? You certainly weren't nervous in the truck on the drive back here." My breathing quickens and instinctively I very slowly begin to reach my hand around behind me. "I'm fine," I say with my voice quivering ever so slightly. Still standing with your body practically pressing against mine, you whisper, "So then why are you reaching behind you?" Before I have a chance to answer you wrap your arm around my waist and pull me to you, kissing me. Being our first very passionate kiss, I allow myself to be pulled into your body, my large breasts pressed tightly against your chest, my hands slowly moving up your muscular arms and over your shoulders. Your beard and moustache tickle my face as our tongues touch, gently at first, then gradually probing and tasting each other's mouth with more passion. Our bodies seem to meld together perfectly as we continue kissing, the intensity between us increasing rapidly. Your hand slides downwards, resting on my ass as I run my fingers through your hair. You break our kiss and move down to my neck, and I moan loudly as I feel the heat of your breath on my skin. Little do you know, my neck is my weak spot and I tilt my head further to the side for you. You slide your hand up my back again and feel the handle of my P-14 sticking out of my jeans. You carefully wrap your finger and thumb around the bottom of the handle and pull it from my jeans. You step back and hand it to me, not saying anything. "Sorry," I say with a giggle. I walk around you and tuck my weapon into my jacket pocket, then drop it onto the chair and turn back around to face you. I look at you, my eyes moving over you, taking in every inch of your tall well built physique. You lean back against the fender of your Camaro and rest your hands it. "That car is definitely you," I say admiring you and your project in progress. I slowly walk towards you, pulling my blouse out of my jeans. Standing in front of you, I rest my hands on your chest, looking into your gorgeous blue eyes. I feel like I am melting into them as you place your hands on my hips, pulling me to you. I slide my hands up your chest and over your shoulders, my fingers running through your hair. I press myself against your body, feeling your hands moving around me. I gently kiss you again, trying not to let me primal urges get the better of me. You respond to me in the same manner, and I moan quietly into your mouth. Mmmmm, you feel incredible, you smell incredible, and so far you taste incredible too. It's only a matter of seconds and our kiss intensifies again. Your hands move up my back and you bring them in between us, the palms of your hands cupping the underside of my breasts. You start to squeeze them, your fingertips curling tighter around me and I break our kiss. I want to look into your eyes as you slowly unbutton my blouse, pulling it open and seeing my breasts encased in my purple lace bra in the much better light than when you first saw them in your truck. You look down at your hands as you lightly run your fingers over the roundness of my breasts, your touch giving me goosebumps. I see you smile when you notice my nipples getting hard and pressing against the lace of my bra. You rub your thumbs over my nipples and lean towards me, kissing me gently. "You've got beautiful breasts," you whisper as you look into my eyes which makes my cheeks flush. You smile at me, and then look down as squeeze my breasts again, moving your hands all over them. Feeling incredibly turned on by you, I rest my hands on yours then slide them down my body, moving them back onto my ass. I fold my arms around your neck and press my body against you, kissing you, slipping my tongue in and out of your mouth. Mmmm, I do love to kiss, and much to my delight, you are a fabulous kisser. You pull me hard against you, our tongues seemingly wrestling with one another. I feel your hardness in your jeans, and I immediately think about how good your cock felt in my hand, in my mouth, and how incredibly good you tasted. Your hands move up and down my back, your fingers entwining in my hair. You gently pull my hair, making me tilt my head back, exposing my neck to you. I adjust my stance slightly and feel your thigh pressing against my pubic mound. As you kiss and nibble my neck, I lift my leg and rub my lower leg up and down yours, allowing for me to grind against your thigh. I immediately feel the inside seam of my jeans pressing against my pussy which is still wet and sensitive from the ride in your truck. You allow me to grind as hard or as gently as I would like, my jeans getting wetter from my pussy. You slowly pull my blouse open, kissing down my neck to my chest, your tongue lightly trailing over the curvature of my breasts. You squeeze me, your finger and thumb pinching my nipple through the lace. I absolutely love how your attention to my nipple makes me grind harder against your thigh and I moan louder as you continue to heighten my arousal. "MMMmmmmm, you feel soooo good Baby," I say quietly. "So do you...and this is only just the beginning," you reply as you squeeze my breast harder, pinching my nipple making me gasp. Your mouth quickly covers mine, and your demeanor quickly becomes a lot more forceful. You look into my eyes as your hands reach for the clasp of my bra, unhooking it. You dont pull the lace completely out of the way, instead you look down, trailing your index fingers downwards between my breasts, then back up and over the curvature of one of them. Your touch is giving me goosebumps and my breathing quickens. You take my hand and lead me over to the very plush couch you have in the garage. Taking a seat you pull me down onto your lap facing you. I bite my lower lip as I reach up and slide my blouse over my shoulders and down my arms, letting it fall onto the floor. You grasp my right arm just above my elbow and pull me towards you slightly as you look at my Egyptian Ankh tattoo. You look into my eyes again, but dont say anything, and I know its only a matter of time before you will see my Scorpion on my left shoulder. Cupping your face in the palms of my hands, I lean to you, kissing you gently on the lips. You slide your hands down my sides and around onto my ass, pulling me against your hard cock. I run my fingers through your hair as I kiss you again, your tongue sliding into my mouth. I reach back behind me and take ahold of your hands, lifting them up and placing them on my breasts. Hooking your thumbs underneath the lace and pull both sides of my bra back, exposing my breasts completely to you. You gently squeeze them, then expertly manipulate both of my nipples at the same time. I take a deep breath and close my eyes as I enjoy the pressure you are infliciting upon my nipples. You then do what I have been aching to have you do. You lean foward and take one of my nipples into your mouth, your lips closing around it. The immediate suction I feel makes my pussy spasm, those familiar twinges and pleasureable sensations moving all through my body. With your oral onslaught on one nipple, your finger and thumb pinch and pull the other. My fingers gently pull on your hair, my moaning getting louder, and I feel my instinctive reaction to rock my hips back and forth on you. "Ooohhhhh yeahhh....oh that feels sooo goood," I moan. You moan in response to me and quickly move from one nipple to the other, sucking it, licking at it, rolling it around with your tongue. My moaning gets louder and my breathing quickens as you increase your attention to my nipples. I grind down against you harder, my jeans now getting wetter from my pussy. You let go of my nipple from your mouth and look up at me as you continue to roll both of them around between your fingers, pinching and squeezing them. I slowly open my eyes and see you looking at me, a big contented smile on your face. "You like this, dont you Babe?" "MMmmmm, yesssss." "You do like your nipples played with harder, dont you?" you ask as you pinch them firmly making me gasp loudly. "Ohhhhhh yes!" I reply as I shudder from your touch. I slide one hand down and rub your rock hard cock through your jeans, licking my lips in anticipation. My non-verbal gesture makes you chuckle as if you can read my mind. "You want my cock again, don't you?" I look into your eyes with incredible lust and desire, "Yessssss." "And you're going to have it," you reply with a somewhat sinister tone. I smile at your statement and at your tone of voice, and my mind starts racing as to how I am going to get to enjoy your rock hard cock again. "How do you want it Baby?" I dont answer you, instead I kiss you then climb off your lap. Kneeling down in front of the couch, I look into your eyes as I reach for your belt, pulling at it. You hold my stare as I unbutton and lower the zipper of your jeans. Reaching into your jeans I pull your incredibly hard cock out of them, feeling again the amazing softness and intense head of the skin of your shaft. My eyes are transfixed on it as I stroke it slowly. You watch my facial expression as I move up onto my knees and lean forward, taking the head of your cock into my mouth. I hear you gasp as you feel the wetness of my mouth surrounding the sensitive head. I close my eyes and delight in the feeling my lips moving from the tip down to the top of your shaft and back up again. Mmmmm, you are soo hard and feel incredible. As you get into a gentle rhythm of lifting your hips up and down ever so slightly, I let go of your cock and run my hands up your thighs. "I want your jeans off...so nothing gets in my way." "You are direct, aren't you?" you ask tilting your head. "I know what I want...I know what I like," I answer as I place my hand on your cock again. "You dont have to take your jeans off if you dont want to...but if you dont, at least stand up for me." You scoot forward to the edge of the couch, and I lean back giving you the necessary room for you to either take your jeans off or slide them down for me. To my delight, you slide your jeans completely off, and stand before me, your cock hard as a rock, and twitching up and down. I move up onto my knees and looking up at you, take ahold of your cock, my tongue extending and very slowly licking the underside of the head. I smile as I feel it twitching up and down from my oral teasing. You widen your stance as my hand strokes up and down the length of your cock, feeling its incredible heat and its hardness. I glide my tongue along the underside then back up to the head. Mmmmm, you feel sooo good. You run your fingers through my long hair, gently pulling me to you. I open my mouth as you slowly feed more of your cock to me. "Fuck, that feels good," you say quietly while slowly withdrawing your cock out of my mouth, my lips creating the familiar suction your cock craves. My enthusiasm gets the better of me and I grab your cock at the base and pull you to me, eagerly sucking as much of your cock into my mouth as I can. Hungrily I fuck you with my mouth, my head moving back and forth, your cock moving deep in and out, my eyes slowly closing as I enjoy the feeling of it all. Getting into having me sucking you, stroking you, playing with your balls, you close your eyes and tilt your head back, moaning and groaning at the incredible pleasurable sensations I am giving you. I feel my pussy getting wetter the more I suck you, and I know its only going to be a matter of time before I am going to have your hard cock buried in my pussy. I cant get that image out of my head. Letting go of your cock with my hand, I reach down and unbutton my jeans and lower the zipper. You immediately open your eyes and look down at me as my hand disappears inside my jeans. Wetting my middle finger with the juices that have already oozed from between my pussy lips, I slide it upwards and begin circling my clit. My moans get louder as I move in a seemingly perfect rhythm of your cock sliding in and out of my mouth and my finger moving up and down over my sensitive and swelling clit. Allowing your cock to slide out of my mouth briefly, I look up at you as I take my finger off my clit and slip it into my mouth, tasting my sweet juices. Mmmmm, I cant help giggle as the taste, the incredible wetness and at how I know I am teasing you. You step to one side, and point at the couch, "On the couch...now!" I smile at your authoritative tone and clamber onto the couch rolling onto my back. You reach down and grab the waistband of my jeans, hoisting my ass up off the couch and quickly sliding my jeans down to my ankles. Pulling them off wtih my boots, you drop them on the floor, not caring where they land. "It's about time I get to see and feel and taste this pussy myself," you say as you climb onto the couch positioning yourself between my legs and pushing my thighs wider apart. I giggle when I hear your tone of voice, ecstatic at the fact that you are going to taste me, tease me, devour me, and more than likely make me cum over and over before you finally decide to fuck me. You take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of my arousal your eyes transfixed on my swollen and very wet pussy lips. I am so aroused that I am literally opening up to you already. Rather than dive right into my pussy, you run your hands up and down my inner thighs, lightly caressing me then slide your hands to my outer thighs caressing them in much the same way while your tongue very gently trails along my inner thigh. I shudder at your tongue, and close my eyes in anticipation as you move closer to my pussy. Just as I think you are about to run your tongue up over my swollen lips, you pass right by and trail your tongue downwards on my other thigh. I sigh heavily, somewhat in frustration at your blatant teasing, but know you are just returning the favor. After all, I teased you in your truck in numerous ways, and I can tell that by the way you are touching and teasing me now, you are very skillful in the art of oral pleasure, and I know you plan on demonstrating that skill to me. I guess it's now just a matter of how much teasing each of us can tolerate before we finally give in as we cant wait any longer and we have to enjoy the intimacy we are both craving. My hands find their way to your head, and I try to guide you back to my pussy while my hips rise and fall, beckoning you. I hear you chuckle as you feel the pressure I am applying, and yet you still continue to tease me. You lightly run your fingers up my thighs and you use your middle and index fingers to graze over my smooth lips making me gasp from your touch. "C'mon Baby, you know what I want," I whisper. "Mmmmm," you moan in response. Trying to entice you more, I take my hands from your head and pull back my clitoral hood, exposing my little bud to you with one hand, my fingers sliding over my clit with the other. You look up at me and extend your tongue barely touching my clit with it. "Yessss, Baby...keep flicking it," I plead. You smile as you hear my voice, detecting a whimpering tone to it. "What do you want?" Not wanting to sound like I am pleading with you, I just moan in response to you. "Tell me what you want," you say again a little louder. "I know what you want...I just want to hear you say it." I open my eyes and look at you, "I want to feel your mouth on me...I want to feel your tongue teasing me...your lips sucking me...your fingers and then your cock inside me," I say with a look of intense lust in my eyes. The Journey Home Ch. 02 You smile back at me and very slowly move your mouth towards me, your lips encircling my clit. I hold my breath as I feel your beard and moustache touching my tender flesh and the gentle suction on my clit. Your mouth feels absolutely incredible and I push against you, desperately aching to feel so much more. You watch my reactions to your tongue as you slowly drag it downwards to my pussy, tasting more of the wetness that awaits you. My legs shudder and I feel a chill sweep over my body making my nipples harder. Moving my hand, I run my fingers through your hair as I push my hips towards you, wanting to feel more of your mouth on me. You lick me up and down, careful not to touch my clit again, sometimes sliding your tongue just barely into me, tasting just enough to make you want more. "MMMmmmmm, you taste sooo good, Babe." Just as you finish your words, you slide one finger up into my pussy. I feel it slowly moving inside me and I instinctively squeeze down upon it, feeling its intrusion so much more. "Yeah, that's it...squeeze it." I push towards you, wanting to feel more of your finger, more of your mouth. My other hand slides up my body, my fingers finding my nipple. "Mmmmmmmm." My hips rise and fall and you place your lips around my clit again, this time sucking it harder, your teeth gently biting me as you suck on me. I squirm and shudder from your oral onslaught and I already feel my anxiety level to cum rising. You lick and suck me all over, alternating from my clit to my swollen and puffy lips to alternating your finger and tongue probing my pussy. I lift my hips up higher to you, my hand pulling your head harder against me. I hear you licking and slurping at me as you coax more of my juices from me. "Oh Baby...you feel sooo good." I grab your head with both hands and hold you still as I grind my pussy against your face, rubbing my hips up and down, virtually smothering you. Responding to me, you latch onto my clit, sucking it harder, tugging on it. My legs begin to tremble as my breathing quickens, my ass lifting up higher off the couch. "Ohhhh fuck, yessss!" You moan as your face gets wetter from my juices, sending a deep vibration through me. I feel my entire body tensing up, and hold my breath as I feel my orgasm welling up inside me. You watch me intently as my eyelids flutter and my face gets redder. My pussy spasms uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy consume me and I vaguely hear you moaning as you continue to suck my clit. As I slowly come down from my euphoric state, my hips slowly fall downwards towards the couch. Rather than let me relax from my orgasm, you hold me up with your hands underneath me, and you lower your mouth from my clit to my dripping pussy, licking and sucking my juices from me. I hear more clearly now that my mind is drifint back into reality, and your almost continuous moaning is nearly as loud as your slurping noises. My eyes slowly open and I look down at you seeing your captivating blue eyes staring at back at me. I can tell you have a smile on your face, even though you are still busy devouring me. "That felt sooo good," I whisper as I run my fingers through your hair. "Yes you did," you say as you let go of my clit. You slide your hands out from under me, then grin as you move above me. I watch as you slowly take your shirt off, letting me get a look at your muscular chest. It is obvious that I like what I see and you grin back at me. As you lower yourself down onto me, I feel the weight of your body forcing my breath from my lungs. You look into my eyes as you very gently kiss my lips, your hard cock pressing against my thigh. Wrapping my arms around you, my hands slide up and down your back, occasionally squeezing your ass. You continue to kiss me, allowing me to taste my juices off your lips and tongue, and I quickly begin to lick and suck on your moustache. "MMmmmm, I like your flavor saver," I say with a giggle. I feel you pressing your hips against me, making me feel the hardness of your cock. It is very obvious you are still incredibly hard. "I like the feel of your hard cock too." You dont say anything but push yourself up off me enough so I can take ahold of your cock, moving the head up and down between my wet pussy lips. You watch as I rub the tip back and forth over my clit, occasionally glancing at my face whenever you hear me moan at the softness of the skin and the precum beginning to ooze from you. I slide your cock downwards and pull you towards me just enough for the head to slide into my tight pussy. I hear you moan as you feel the pressure on the head of your cock, the warmth and wetness. I rock my body back and forth, making just the head of your cock slip in and out of me. I sigh loudly when I feel you push towards me as I move towards you, pushing more of your cock inside me. I let go of your cock and reach up to you, pulling you onto me, forcing the air out of my lungs when I feel the weight of your body on mine. As you kiss me, you push more of your cock inside me. Mmmmm, there isnt much that feels better than your cock sinking into my pussy while at the same time your tongue pushes into my mouth. I tilt my hips up to you, inviting more of your cock into me. About half way into me, you stop and hold your cock there for a few seconds before sliding it almost all the way back out. Still kissing me, you hear my whimper of frustration and you smile to yourself. You know that I am now craving your cock, wanting to feel you completely inside me. Breaking out kiss you look down at me as I slowly open my eyes. "Tell me what you want, Babe," you whisper. "I want you." "Tell me what you want," you say again. "I want you...I want to feel you inside me...all the way inside me," I reply quietly. I slide my hands down your back and sink my fingertips into your ass, trying to pull you into me again. I feel you resist me, in a way fighting your own urges to drive your cock deep into me. "C'mon Baby...let me feel you," I plead. I squeeze my pussy onto the head of your cock, trying to entice you, hoping that if you feel how tight my pussy is on the head of your cock, you will not be able to hold back and will let your primal urges take over while you fuck me like a man possessed. The pressure of my pussy on the head of your cock is almost more than you can take, and you slowly push your cock back into me, this time all the way inside me. I groan loudly, my eyes slowly closing and my entire body responding to you, my torso pressing up against yours. You hold your cock deep inside my pussy for a few seconds before slowly sliding it out of me. As I feel you withdrawing from me, I exhale loudly, my body relaxing slightly beneath you. I open my eyes and look up at you as you watch me reaction to you slowly pushing tinto me again. I fight to keep my eyes open as you gradually increase your rhythm, sliding your cock in and out of me a little faster. My moans get louder as you slide your cock into me almost all the way, then quickly push the last inch into me, over and over again. "You feel sooo good, Baby," I whisper as I pull you to me, kissing you. From the intensity of our kiss, it is obvious that we are both feeling the incredible urge to just let our desires completely consume us. Wrapping my legs around you lets you push deeper into me, making you moan louder. "Fuck, your pussy feels good, Babe...real fuckin' good." You kiss my neck and shoulder, gently biting as me as you drive your cock deeper and harder into me. My hands grip you tighter, my fingernails digging into your back as I squeeze my pussy onto your rock hard cock. "Ohhhh yeah," I moan as you bite my neck harder. You feel your cock getting harder as you fuck me, and know that you need to slow down so you blow your load too quickly. I slide my hands down to your ass and try to pull you harder into me, hoping you will resume fucking me with the same strength and power you just were. "Fuck me, Baby...fuck me harder." You ignore me, and very slowly slide your cock in and out of me again. Again, I try to pull you into me, but you resist, holding your cock with only the head inside my pussy. "Awww Baby...please dont tease me," I plead. "Don't worry Babe...I'm gonna fuck you...I'm gonna fuck you so you cum all over my cock....and then I'm gonna fuck you some more," you say as you cover my mouth with yours, driving your cock deep into me again. You hunch over me, driving your cock into me, making me moan even louder. Your cock feels soo good, and I cling tightly to you while you pound away at my pussy. I squeeze my pussy onto your cock, writhing beneath you. I tilt my hips up to you as best I can, taking your cock as deep as possible. I hold my breath as your cock rubs the perfect spot deep inside my pussy, and my body stiffens. I know I am so very close to cumming and you can now sense it too. "MMmmmm, cum all over my cock, Babe...cum for me." "Oooohhhhhh...yeah...oohhhh fuck Baby, I'm gonna cum!" You feel my legs squeeze you tighter, my pussy clamping down around your cock. I shudder all over, my breathing deep and labored. You hold your cock deep inside me as you feel my orgasm moving through me so completely. Moaning loudly as my orgasm slowly subsides, I hear you moan appreciatively. You kiss me as you feel my pussy still spasming on your cock, slowly moving it in and out of me. As you slowly continue to fuck me, you can feel a renewed wetness, but also feel how much tighter my pussy has become after my orgasm. I slowly open my eyes to see you looking down at me. "You feel incredible," you whisper. I smile at you, my body finally relaxed. "As do you," I quietly reply. You kiss me again, teasing me with your tongue while you also resume slowly sliding your cock in and out of my pussy. To be continued...... The Journey Home Ch. 02 "Excuse me sir, but can you tell me where I need to go to identify a possible missing person?" Ben asked the guard as he felt his stomach churn and his face flush. "Follow me sir." Was the man's reply as they headed to the elevators and the guard pushed the down button. The elevator was very old and creaky as it descended to the lowest floor of the building. The guard escorted Ben to the dingy office at the end of the hall. "Someone will be right with you," he said then tapped the bell on the counter. As Ben stood waiting for assistance a chill surrounded him and he began to feel sick to his stomach. The chill dissipated as quickly as it arrived when a man in a white doctor's coat tapped him on the shoulder. "I am the coroner on duty today how can I help you sir?" he asked. Ben turned around to look at the man as he spoke, "Yes, I'm here to verify the identification of a woman from the plane crash last week." "Ah yes, I remember speaking to you on the phone. Do you have the necessary documents with you today?" the man asked as Ben handed him the envelope that contained everything that was requested. The coroner glanced over the documents then led Ben into a very cold room with metal doors all along the walls and some metal tables in the center. The coroner walked over to the wall on the right and opened one of the doors. A body covered in plastic was then pulled out just far enough so that the face could be uncovered. Ben took one glance and then looked away quickly letting out a sigh of relief. "No, that's not my Laura," he sighed. "Wait sir, we have three more that haven't been identified yet. Do you want to view those as well?" the coroner asked. The joy in Ben's heart deflated as soon as it arose, "Yes," he replied as he followed the coroner to the other doors. As each door opened with Ben not seeing Laura his heart pounded faster. "The last door sir. Are you ready?" The coroner asked as he looked at Ben standing there with clenched fists and fear in his eyes. Ben didn't answer, but he didn't walk away either so the door was opened, the body pulled out slightly, the face uncovered. Ben was hesitant to look, but when he did a smile covered his face and a tear fell from the corner of his eye. Ben was led back to the main floor and to the lobby. As he walked he was overpowered with mixed emotions. He was thrilled to death that none of the victims he viewed were Laura; yet again he felt a deep sadness for the women on the slabs and their families. On the way back to the airport Ben thought about what Max said regarding the airlines not having information on Laura or her friends. Right then, in the middle of the freeway, his heart sank. "Those were probably her friends lying there in that cold room." He said to himself as his stomach knotted and he began to feel sick. Ben pulled to the side of the road and began to cry. He cried for himself, for Laura too, but mostly for her friends. After composing himself, he immediately phoned Sara with the news and told her to call Laura's office and let the manager inform the family of the women that worked with Laura. He then added that she might want to talk with some of Laura's other friends to see if they would possibly know who took that trip with her. "We need to give those women some peace. Here's Max's number. Call him and tell him what I just told you and I bet my life he would be willing to help you as well." Ben paused briefly then continued, "listen Sara, traffic is heavy and I shouldn't drive and talk at the same time. I will call you after I check into a hotel." Ben ended the call when he closed his cell phone. ^^^ Laura was doing quite well living in Miami, however she just couldn't help but sense something wasn't right; feeling as though she didn't belong there. She often thought to herself, "this is a nice place to visit, but what am I doing living here? I hate bugs, I don't swim or at least I'm not drawn to the water and I don't recall ever being a 'party girl'; so why the hell am I here?" Laura paused for a few minutes. As she placed her hands over her face and screamed into the palms of her hands. Laura had begun to recognize things from her past. Not actually seeing these things, but having visions pop up in her mind; like the autumn trees. She remembered the sound they made as she walked through piles of fallen leaves. She remembered the fragrance they emitted as the days turned cooler. She remembered playing in the snow with her sister, although she still couldn't recall her name. Laura returned to the hospital for a check up today, just like she has for the last four months. This time though, she was wondering if she was going crazy. Shortly after she arrived for her appointment, signed in and took a seat in the waiting room, she was called into one of the exam rooms. Laura sat on the examination table and began to tell the doctor what she has been experiencing. The doctor listened carefully to her and when she finished he told her that might happen and to write down all these visions. After the doctor completed the exam and Laura accepted her visions as something she will have to deal with for some time to come she thanked the doctor and told him she'd be back in a month. Laura stood and walked out of the small room, back through the waiting room and out to her car. Settling in the driver's seat, she unconsciously flicked the back of her ring finger. "Why do I keep feeling for a ring?" she thought to herself as she put the key in the ignition and turned it. She tried so hard to recall what had happened before the plane crashed. Even then she couldn't remember that. The only thing she can truly recall is waking up in the hospital with a splitting headache. Visions of certain places as well as things kept flashing before her. She envisioned a huge house on a paved street; trees everywhere. She envisioned herself driving a car as well as being a passenger in a vehicle driven by a man, but she couldn't see the man's face clearly yet. These things were making her crazy. "Why can't I remember anything?" she questioned herself as she drove to work. While driving she would see palm trees line the road, but when she looked back at the street with an occasional glance at the trees as she passed she didn't see palms, she saw huge trees full of leaves with thick trunks. When she walked around during her lunch break she would hear voices of passersby and swore she had recognized the voice tone, always turning to take a look. She began a journal of all her visions as the doctor suggested. Several pages were filled within the first week since her last appointment. ^^^ Once Ben found a hotel with a vacancy he reserved a room, telling the desk clerk he didn't know how long he would be there. "Okay sir, we'll mark you down as indefinite, however as soon as you can give us a definite date we'll prorate your charges then." The clerk advised as he handed Ben the key card for his room as well as directions. Ben picked up his small suitcase and headed toward the open elevator door. The elevator shook and rattled as it ascended the top floor. Ben tried to relax; leaning against the wall he closed his eyes. Ben was obviously shaken when the doors opened. He visualized Laura in the plane that crashed into the ocean, making him sick to his stomach. After exiting the elevator he turned and walked down the long narrow hall to his room. All he could think about now was a nice long hot shower to possibly relieve some of his stress. After his shower, Ben dried himself and walked across the room to the desk, picked up his cell phone and dialed Max's number. The phone stopped ringing and Ben heard the prerecorded message, "Hello, if you want someone found then I'm your man." After the message played Max answered, "Hello?" "Hey Max, this is Ben." Ben paused briefly then continued. "Has Sara contacted you yet about Laura?" Pausing briefly to hear Max say "no" Ben continued again. "Well I just returned from the medical examiner's office and none of the bodies I viewed were Laura. I am concerned though; because there were four women there who still hadn't been identified other than they were on the same flight as her. I'm thinking they could possibly be her friends. I need you to help Sara locate their families. Can you do that for me Max?" Ben asked pausing again to wait for an answer. Max stated that he would get right on it and asked Ben if he needed any other assistance down there in Florida. Ben told him he was doing okay and that he was going to check out the local hospitals and then the police station in Dade County. Before Ben hung up the phone he asked Max, "When you get any information at all let me know, okay? I'm going to stay down here for a while longer, but right now I have to let you go so I can phone my office," then Ben closed his phone ending the call to Max. Before he called his office Ben removed the damp towel from his waist, opened his suitcase and pulled out the shorts and a shirt he packed for lounging in and put them on. He then called for room service so he could finish his phone calls and still get a bite to eat before continuing his search for Laura. Shortly after Ben hung up the phone for room service he heard a knock on his door. He peered out the peephole then opened the door quickly. A frail older woman stood behind a metal cart covered in a white linen and said, "Your meal sir," as she pushed the cart into Ben's room then turned to walk away. "Hold on a minute miss" Ben said in a rushed voice, "Here, take this and thank you for the prompt service," he added as he handed the women a generous tip. She walked out of the room closing the door behind her and Ben pulled the cart to the desk where he took a seat and tried to eat the sandwich he ordered. He took a couple bites, chewed then swallowed as he thought about Laura again. Unable to eat anymore he pushed the cart away from the desk, picked up his cell phone and dialed his office. "Hello Mrs. Barnes, this is Ben. Have any new clients called for services since I've been away?" he asked his secretary. "No sir, you just have that case with Mr. King regarding the law suit against his boss, but Jerry is handling that one I guess." She added before asking Ben how he was doing. "Thanks for the concern Mrs. Barnes, I'm doing about as good as I can I suppose." He answered her then emitted a deep sigh. "I shouldn't burden you with this Mrs. Barnes. Just tell Jerry that I will be out of the office indefinitely. He has full control until I return. If anyone needs me they can call my cell, okay?" "Okay I will inform Jerry about your decision sir," Ben's secretary confirmed the instructions with Ben and before she hung up she said as she began to sniffle, "if you need anything, don't hesitate to call. Remember, you and Laura are always in our prayers Ben." The line went silent as Ben starred at his phone. Shaking his head he told himself, "Don't get all emotional again, just get your ass in gear and get moving." Ben stood from the desk, changed from his shorts into something more presentable and headed out of his hotel room. Deciding it was best for him to take the stairs this time he passed the elevator door and walked the long hallway to the exit sign above the stairwell door. He opened the heavy door and with a spring in his step he descended the six floors quickly, opened the door on the first floor and exited the building. As he neared his car he heard his cell phone ringing again. "Who could this be?" he wondered not bothering to look at the number as he answered it. "Hello?" "Hi Ben, It's Max. Stay right where you're at, don't go anywhere. I'm on my way." Max said and then paused to catch his breath. "I'm landing in Cincinnati as we speak and boarding a plane to Miami. I will be there in four hours. Pick me up at the airport." Max added then took another deep breath. "Whoa! Wait a minute Max, who's taking care of the business I told you to do?" Ben asked as he stood confused in the parking lot of the hotel. "Don't worry Ben! I put Sam, my best detective, on that so I can help you. Sara is working with Sam as well as the manager from the bank to locate the families of Laura's friends." Max said as he let out a cough to clear his throat and then continued. "I took a helicopter to Ohio and I'm on the plane right now heading to Miami. So pick me up at the Miami airport in four hours. I'll be waiting at the outside the Northwest terminal. You'll spot me; I'm the guy with the army duffel bag and jeans. Give me your email address so I can have my secretary send you a photo." Ben gave Max his address and began to speak again but was interrupted as Max began to speak once more, "Hey gotta let you go now. I should hit the john before we take off. I will see you in four hours Ben." The line went silent as Ben, more confused than ever, walked back into the hotel. Ben returned to his car and drove to the nearest library, hoping they had computers for patrons. He was able to check his email and watched the screen as Max's photo uploaded and then clicked the print button. Ben thought to himself as the picture cleared, "Wow, he's a mean looking fellow now isn't he? I don't think I will have any trouble at all finding this guy," he said as he closed his email and headed back to the hotel after the photo printed. "Thank you very much ma'am. You are a life saver!" Ben said to the librarian as a smile crept across his face for the first time since Laura left for her mini vacation with her friends. Ben couldn't help but feel anger toward Laura at times. He was certain she was still alive, but then wondered why she hadn't attempted to call him. "Even if she just called and left a message stating she had changed her mind. Something, anything is better than this," he said as he felt his blood pressure rise. The hours seemed to drag on and on as Ben waited for the hands on the clock to reach the designated time for him to leave the hotel to pick up Max at the airport. Ben flipped through the channels on the television. Not finding anything interesting enough to keep his attention he decided to take a quick nap before Max's arrival. Ben phoned the front desk to request a wake up call in three hours then lay down on the brown comforter that covered the mattress. He fell asleep quickly, but tossed and turned the whole time. Ben jumped at the sound of the hotel phone buzzer. He picked up the receiver and in a sleepy voice answered, "Hhhellloo," then yawned as he stretched. "This is your wake up call Mr. Whitfield, will there be anything else we can help you with at the moment sir?" the man asked. "No, that will be all for now, thanks for the call." Ben said as he hung up the phone and sat up on the edge of the bed trying to focus his eyes. Ben stood up and walked across the room to the desk, picked up his keys and the map then drove to the airport. When he arrived at the Northwest airlines gate he opened his wallet and pulled out Max's photo. Glancing at the photo then into the crowd of people shuffling out the door he searched for Max. Just about everyone had exited the doors and Ben was getting worried. "Perhaps I missed him," Ben thought to himself as he looked at the flight information one more time then looked back up at the signs hanging above his car. "Well I have the right place. I guess I'll wait a little longer, he's bound to show up sometime." Ben said to himself as he panned the entrance. Max exited the building and walked to the edge of the sidewalk behind an elderly couple. "I could just kick myself for not getting a description of Ben's car at least, so I'd know what to look for," he said to himself and then began to pace. Ben had been looking out his rearview mirror when Max walked outside, but when he turned his glance back toward the doors he immediately saw Max. He sounded his horn and waved out the window toward Max. "I was getting worried I'd missed you or something," Ben said as he leaned over to open the passenger door. Max tossed his duffel bag over the seat and into the back then sat down. Ben introduced himself as Max shook Ben's hand and starred at him. "You look like shit man," Max said then continued, "When's the last time you slept?" Ben didn't respond to that question, he had too many of his own to ask. "Okay, so what's the plan now Max?" Ben questioned as he pulled out of his parking spot and drove toward the expressway and the hotel. "Do you want to get started right away or would you like to freshen up a bit?" Ben continued. He was very nervous and it was beginning to show as Max interrupted saying, "calm down there, buddy. I thought I would share your room until I got my own." Max tried to stifle a yawn but it got the best of him and then he continued. "I thought if you were up to it we could go back to the hotel and get the addresses of all the hospitals in the area and we could split the list in half, each taking some." As Ben drove Max to the hotel silence soon filled the vehicle. Max had dozed off and Ben was enjoying the quiet. Ben exited the expressway at a faster speed than he should have, which caused the car to swerve and jerk. As Ben regained control of the vehicle the commotion startled Max out of his sleep and he asked where they were. "We're about a mile from the hotel now. It's just after that curve up there. You'll see the building on your left as we get closer." Ben stated as he continued to drive cautiously. After Ben pulled into the hotel parking lot, parked and grabbed Max's duffel bag, he closed the doors and they headed up to his room. Ben tossed Max's bag on the bed and retrieved the yellow pages book from the drawer of the desk and then walked back to the bed as he searched the book for the hospital section. Ben read as Max jotted down the addresses. Ben stopped talking briefly as he glanced up at Max and asked, "Why don't we just call these places?" "Well, it's like this," he began, but paused to light a cigarette then continued. "If those women at the morgue were part of that same flight and listed as Jane Doe's, the hospital would probably have her listed as that also, seeing as they didn't have any identification." Max paused again to take a drag off his cigarette. Blowing the smoke into the air he continued as he picked up the pen to write again, "Now, where were we?" Ben continued to name all the hospitals listed for the city of Miami, as well as addresses and a phone number. When he got to the end of the last page he closed the book as he walked back to put it on the desk. He walked back toward Max to get the list of hospitals and glanced through the eight names listed. "Okay, let's say we meet back here at..." but was interrupted. "I will phone you if I learn something and you do the same. Otherwise, I'll meet you back here when I've exhausted all other options." Max stated as he grabbed his paper and headed across the room and out the door, letting it close behind him. Ben started at the top of the paper and worked his way through the names. When he got to the fifth one he pulled into the parking lot and took the first space he had seen. He turned off the ignition and just sat there. He was so close to quitting and just going back to the hotel as he thought to himself, "this is ridiculous, she obviously doesn't want to be found, especially by me. I should save myself a whole lot of headaches and just go back home in the morning." To be continued... The Journey Home Ch. 03 Ben couldn't bring himself to quit. He loved her too much for that to happen and besides, he had to find out what happened to her. After securing his vehicle, he hurried across the parking lot pushing through the revolving doors that entered the main lobby of the hospital. Turning to his right at the end of the long hall he headed straight to the information desk in the emergency room and asked, "Has anyone seen this woman?" as he showed them a photo of Laura, which he pulled from his wallet and explained why he was looking for her. Everyone shook their heads no, but told him they would show the photo around and if anyone has seen her they would call him. Ben wrote his cell number on the bottom of the photo and handed it back to the nurse at the desk. As Ben exited the parking lot he heard his cell phone ring and answered it, "Hello? Max?" "Yeah, hey Ben! I got some great news!" he shouted. "I'll meet you back at the hotel. I'm on my way there now," he said and then the line went silent. Ben immediately stopped his car when Max called. After the line went dead Ben sat there, shocked for a moment. He picked the phone up off his knee and speed dialed Max's phone. When Max answered Ben began to talk. "Hey wait a minute here," he said breathing heavily, his heart pounding and his hands shaking. "You can't expect me to be patient enough to wait 'til I get back to the hotel to hear about what you found. NOW TELL ME, DAMNIT!" Ben shouted into the phone. "Yeah, I guess you're right, Ben," Max started then continued. "It seems there's a doctor who's been treating a woman who fits Laura's description here at Jackson South Community Hospital. He's not there now, but we can talk to him in the morning." Ben confirmed the conversation with a big sigh of relief. Max concluded his conversation by confirming that Ben would meet him at the hotel. "Um yeah, that sounds good Max, I'll meet you there in a few," Ben said in a daze and then closed his cell phone. Ben wanted so badly to call Sara, but not wanting to give her false hope he decided against it for the time being and kept the good news to himself. When he arrived at the hotel he climbed the stairs to the sixth floor, turned into the long hallway that led to his room. Sliding his key card through the slot he opened the door. Ben had arrived before Max and decided to grab a quick shower before he returned. After his shower Ben put on his pajamas, settled down on the small couch and turned on the television; more for background noise than for viewing as he impatiently waited for Max. Shortly after midnight Ben heard a knock on his door. He secured the chain latch and opened the door a crack to see Max standing on the other side. He closed the door, unhooked the latch then opened the door. Max walked into the room exhausted and hungry. He told Ben everything the nurse at the hospital told him as he removed his clothes and said after he grabbed a quick bite to eat and a hot shower he was going to bed. Ben ordered room service for them both. "Yes, can you please send me two of your finest steak dinners, baked potato, salad and soup?" Ben paused as the voice on the other end of the line confirmed his order and then he continued. "Yep, that's right, oh and can you add two bottles of Michelob to that as well? Thanks." Ben said as he hung up the phone and returned to the sofa, relaxing more with each passing minute, thanks to Max. Their meals arrived quickly and as they ate, they discussed what would happen in the morning. Max had everything all planned in his head then told Ben. "We'll get up and have breakfast. I can see I'm going to need more money Ben. I found a branch of my bank in Ft. Lauderdale. I'll go there to get my money while you go talk with Dr. Stone. We can meet back here and discuss the next strategy." Ben agreed and after he finished eating he went straight to sleep. For the first night since Laura left for vacation Ben was able to sleep through the night and had quite a pleasant dream. He dreamt that he was with Laura at the beach, no one else around. He was chasing her teasingly and when he caught her, they fell to the sand. He was caressing her hair as she pleasured him orally. He woke the next morning feeling rejuvenated and relieved, although there was a large damp, sticky spot on the sheet. "There's a purpose to my life again," he thought to himself as he sat up and scooted to the dry side of the mattress. "I'm going to call that Dr. Stone and make an appointment to see him before I go all the way out there and have it be a waste of time," Ben said as he dialed the number Max gave him. "Good morning, this is Dr. Stone," a deep voice on the other end of the line answered. "Good morning Dr. Stone, this is Benjamin Whitfield." He replied, taking a deep breath before he continued. "I am calling in regards to a Miss Laura Habernack. I was told you have been treating her." Ben paused again gathering his thoughts. "I would like to set up an appointment as soon as possible. I will fill you in on the details when we meet," Ben concluded, waiting for the doctors reply. "I'm free for the next hour or so. Can you make it here before noon?" the doctor asked. Not thinking clearly, Ben immediately ended the call without saying goodbye or confirming that he could meet with the doctor. He closed his phone and headed for the door. "Um, hey there buddy, don't you think you should put on some pants before you go running out the door?" Max stated with a heavy chuckle. Ben stopped in his tracks, looked down and laughed then said, "I guess I should do that. They probably wouldn't take me seriously if I showed up looking like this." He walked to the closet and grabbed a pair of slacks from the hanger and then a shirt. He walked back to the bed and began to get dressed. He hesitated about wearing a tie, but decided against it leaving the top button of his shirt undone. As he headed for the door he stopped in front of the mirror, running his fingers through his hair he softly said, "that's good enough." He grabbed his keys and cell phone from the dresser again and walked to the door. Once again Max stopped him, "Hey, one more thing," he said chuckling again. "Don't you think it would be a good idea if you told the doctor you were on your way?" "I probably should, but I'll do that in the car on my way there." Ben said as he pushed the door open with his foot and walked out into the hall toward the stairs. Ben didn't like the sounds of that old elevator and not wanting to take any chances of getting stuck between floors he opted for the stairs. Once out to his car Ben hit the redial on his cell phone and let the doctor know he was on his way then closed his phone and slid it in the pocket of his shirt as he drove out of the parking lot. Ben didn't want to get his hopes up, but he was so excited about the new developments in his search for Laura. He drove to the hospital with a smile on his face and in his heart. He turned his radio on and found a station playing music from the eighties. He leaned over to turn the volume up and his heart pounded faster the more he listened to the song playing. It was the song that he and Laura danced to at Suzie's wedding. Thoughts of Laura and that night rushed back to him, awakening all his senses. He remembered how she felt against him when they danced and he remembered her scent and the look on her face when she pleaded for him to fuck her in the garden. "Damn, of all times for this to happen," he said to himself as he glanced down at the tent in his slacks. "Shit!" he cursed out loud, "back off big guy." He said in a demanding tone. Ben tried to think of other things, he even turned off the radio in hopes that his raging erection would cease by the time he got to the hospital. Fortunately for him it worked and as he pulled into the lot he was able to gather his thoughts once again. He was obviously nervous as he approached the lobby desk and asked for Dr. Stone. The receptionist directed him to the doctors' offices in the building adjacent to the hospital. Ben located Dr. Stone's office quickly. He opened the door and walked in. "Mr. Benjamin Whitfield to see Dr. Stone." He said to the woman behind the glass window. "Please have a seat sir and the doctor will be out shortly," she replied as Ben took a seat in the corner of the room. The room was pleasant, nice and bright as Ben glanced around. His gaze fixated on a large aquarium with colorful fish swimming about. Ben relaxed in his chair thankful that his cock decided to finally behave. ^^^ Meanwhile, Max was headed to the bank in Ft. Lauderdale. He flagged down a cab and as he sat down he told the driver his destination. When he arrived at the bank he paid his fare then got out of the cab and closed the door behind him and headed inside. Max walked up and got in line for the next available teller. Once at the little window he filled out a withdrawal slip and handed it to the woman behind the thick glass. Within minutes she returned with a stack of bills and counted it in front of Max before sliding the bills into an envelope. "Thank you for choosing National City," the woman said, as she handed Max the envelope and then continued, "have a nice day sir," as Max turned to walk away. In the distance he heard her say, "next." Max turned slightly, thinking the woman was speaking to him again but realized she was calling the next person in line. As he turned back again to leave his eyes panned the area behind the short divider wall and about fell over. "Oh my God!" he said quietly then added, "It can't be!" Max walked toward the desks behind the divider wall and starred in disbelief. "Oh my God, it's really her. I found Laura!" he thought to himself as he thought up a new plan in his head. Max took a number and then walked over to the soft leather chairs in the waiting area and took a seat. As he waited for his number to be called he thought about what he would say to her once he was sitting at her desk. "Number forty-six" a harsh voice called out. Max looked down at his number then up at the woman who called it, "Oh shit, that's me! I don't want to talk to her," he said to himself as he turned and handed his ticket to the person next to him. "Here, I'm not quite ready. You can have my ticket and I'll take yours." Max said as he took the ticket from the man sitting beside him. Max had to do this several times before he was finally able to sit at Laura's desk. Once there he said he wanted to take out a personal loan for five hundred dollars. Laura said it wouldn't be a problem since he was already a customer of the bank and she proceeded to fill out his paperwork. Laura's smile was radiant as she asked Max questions and continued filling out the forms. "I see here you're not from Florida," she voiced in a crackling tone, looking at the form he filled out with the box non-resident checked. "May I have your current address please?" she asked him. Max reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet and placed it on the table. He opened it and removed his drivers' license and handed it to her. "Are you okay miss?" Max asked as he looked at her when she picked up his ID. Laura just stared at the card in her hand as a vision invaded her mind. She became flustered and had to leave the room. The woman from the other desk came over and said she would finish his loan application, but Max refused her assistance saying, "oh that's quite all right, but I'd prefer to wait for the young lady that was taking care of me." The woman left Max sitting at Laura's desk and walked into the back room to inform her that he was still waiting and then returned to her desk in a huff. A few minutes passed before Laura returned from the back room, her face still flushed. "Did I say something wrong?" Max asked her as she picked up his drivers license once again, running her fingers over the word Michigan. Laura didn't answer him as she finished the loan application saying, "It will only take a minute to process." She turned to her computer and began typing his information into the system. Within seconds Max had the loan. He stood as he outstretched his right hand to thank her. "It was my pleasure doing business with you sir." She replied as she walked out from behind her desk. "Damn, it's a shame we don't have beautiful women like yourself back in Bloomfield Hills," he said as he walked toward the door. When Max uttered the city he came from more visions filled Laura's mind. She became unsteady on her feet, the room went dark and then she fainted. Her lifeless body lay in the stiff carpet as employees and customers alike ran toward the commotion. Max bent down on one knee and placed his right hand against the carotid artery in her neck to check her pulse. When he felt the pulse but still couldn't revive Laura by calling her or slightly shaking her he shouted to the manager, "hey you; go get a wet towel and bring it to me." Max wiped Laura's forehead with the cool wet towel and called her name. She responded immediately asking no one in particular, "Why am I on the floor? What happened?" With Max's help Laura got to her knees and then used the divider wall as support to stand. She then walked the couple steps to the chair at her desk, using Max's arm as a crutch. Max held her chair as she sat and then making sure she was okay he asked her, "Are you sure you're okay? Do you want some water or something? It doesn't appear that you hit your head; do you hurt anywhere?" Laura said she wasn't hurt, but didn't feel quite right all the while trying to return to the work on her desk. She couldn't concentrate and asked her boss for permission to leave work earlier than her shift normally ended. Her boss granted her the rest of the day off and requested a note from her doctor stating she was physically able to return to her duties at the bank. She told her supervisor that she was heading straight to her doctors office to talk to him about the fainting episode and these visions she'd been experiencing. Laura straightened the stack of papers on her desk and then opened the top drawer in the file cabinet beside her desk and put the papers in the first folder she had labeled "working on". She opened the bottom drawer of her desk and removed her purse and then placed it on her desk. She rifled through her purse to find her keys, "Oh where did I put those darn keys this time," she questioned herself under her breath. Max was still watching her as she fumbled for the keys. He walked closer to her desk and suggested she look in the top drawer of her desk. Laura immediately saw her key ring as she opened the drawer. She picked them up and smiled at Max, "Thank you!" she exclaimed and then continued. "How did you know to have me look there?" "Well, that's where I keep my keys so I remember to lock up my files at the end of each day, otherwise I would forget," He answered her. Laura locked her desk and then the file cabinet as she pushed her chair away from her desk with the backs of her legs. She stood with a firm grasp at the edge of the desk and with one hand reached back to pull her chair in. She grabbed her sweater from the coat rack and walked toward the door. As she was leaving her co-workers wished her well. "Damn, I can't believe they're just letting her leave like that after fainting and all. They aren't even sending anyone with her or to follow her insuring she arrives okay," Max said to himself as he walked out behind her and then to the sidewalk to flag down a cab. His eyes followed Laura as she crossed the parking lot and got in a small red car. He wanted so badly to follow her as she drove, but there wasn't a cab anywhere in sight. ^^^ "Mr. Whitfield?" a woman called out. There was no reply so again she called out, "Mr. Whitfield? The doctor will see you now." She stated as she startled Ben out of his trance the aquarium had on him. She held the door open for Ben as he walked through and then she led him to an exam room. The doctor arrived shortly after Ben and they walked to the small conference room. Ben took a seat and immediately took the papers he had regarding Laura's case and placed them on the table for the doctor to view. Ben flipped through the stack and pulled out her picture and then showed it to the doctor, asking, "Is this the woman you've been treating?" "Yes, this is Laura." He said, breaking to drink some coffee and then continued. "If I may ask, what relation are you to her?" "I'm her fiancée," Ben said then added, "We were scheduled to be married the week after her trip to the Bahamas with her girlfriends, but she never returned. I've been searching everywhere for her. I hired a private detective and he came down here with me to help find her." Ben proceeded giving the doctor more information about her. The doctor wanted to believe Ben, but needed concrete proof he was who he said he was. "This is not the way I usually do things, but it will have to do for now," the doctor said as he began asking Ben a slew of questions about Laura and comparing his answers to the woman he's been treating for the past few months. The last question the doctor asked would seal Ben's fate. "Can you describe her physical appearance so I know we are speaking of the same person?" Ben began to speak without taking time to group his thoughts. "She has a birth mark on her right thigh just below her buttocks, it's in the shape of a butterfly with its wings closed and she has a scar on the back of her neck from a skiing accident when she was a teenager." Ben paused now to collect his thoughts then began again. "She has a bump on the top of her head," but was interrupted when the doctor began to speak. "Okay, okay I see now that we are describing the same woman," he stated and continued. "I have been treating her for quite some time now. She first arrived here at the hospital not knowing who she was, where she was, or how she got here." He paused once again, taking a sip from his coffee mug. Ben listened intently as the doctor spoke of Laura's arrival as well as present condition. The doctor began again, "We heard of the plane crash and knew by looking at the life vest she wore that she was on that flight. The airlines however, were unable to give us any information about her due to some mix up with tickets or something," another pause as he refilled his mug. "Anyway, as I was saying, she was unconscious and dehydrated when she arrived. She was put in ICU for the night and then transferred to a room the following day when her vitals normalized. She remained in a coma for about a week. When she awakened she could tell the doctors her first name, but nothing else registered with her." "She was diagnosed as suffering from Retrograde Amnesia." The doctor paused for a moment as Ben fumbled with the pen to write everything down. When Ben glanced back up the doctor continued, "Retrograde Amnesia is where a patient looses the ability to recall all or pieces of information stored in the brain before a traumatic injury. In Laura's case she remembered her name, but nothing else." Ben interrupted the doctor with a look of concern; he clenched his pen tightly and asked, "Is it permanent?" "I was just about to get to that," the doctor continued once more. "Laura has been experiencing flashbacks or visions if you will. She mentioned during her last office visit that she smelled the autumn leaves when she looked at a painting she purchased and another vision was from hearing someone's voice, she couldn't see the person's face, only shadows. She also says she keeps fidgeting with her left ring finger as if there is supposed to be something there, but she can't recall if she ever wore a ring or not. I guess that's where you come in." The doctor paused and looked at Ben curiously before he spoke again. "So you're telling me she did have an engagement ring?" The Journey Home Ch. 03 ...As always, I recommend reading the previous chapters before starting this one...and thank you for reading... You tease me only briefly with your tongue in my mouth, before you push your self up from me, sliding your cock out of my pussy. Before I have a chance to say anything, you quickly move down between my legs, and immediately lower your mouth onto my pussy. I hear you moaning as you feverishly lick and suck at my wetness. I can just imagine how much there is for you to enjoy, and I just lay still and let you feast upon me for as long as you would like. "Fuck, you taste good Babe,"' you say as you continue to lick me up and down. "Mmmm, I know," I reply with a giggle. "Wish I could taste it too." You look up at me and smile, your moustache and beard coated with my juices. "You can." I look in to your eyes as you gently suck my clit for a few seconds before you climb above me, your knee between me and the back of the couch, your other foot on the floor. Without touching you with my hands, I lick the underside of your cock all the way from the base to the head, tasting myself on you. My eyes are locked in a stare with yours as I clean your cock of all my juices, delighting in my sweet taste. Mmmmm, I do taste very good. I suck the head of your cock, my teeth gently nipping at the tip, then let it go and I work my way down to your balls. They are so tight and I suck one of them into my mouth, my tongue poking at it, rolling it around. You grab your cock and move it to one side so you can see me licking and sucking your balls, moving back and forth between the two. "Ohhh, that feels good," you moan. I smile up at you, and take a hold of your cock with my hand, sucking the head again. "Mmmm, with all my juices off you, I can taste your precum." I suck the head harder, and it only makes me want more of you. You move off me, and stand at the edge of the couch, resting your hands on your hips. Looking at your cock, I smile as it twtiches up and down. Without being told what to do, I sit up and turn over, positioning myself with my knees right on the edge of the couch, my hands resting on the back of it. Looking over my shoulder at you, I see you smiling...apparently, you had the same thought I did. You pause for a second and look at my Scorpion tattoo on my left shoulder blade before stepping right up behind me. I feel you rub the head of your cock from my pussy forward to my clit and back again several times, teasing me, wetting the head of your cock with my juices. I arch my back and you position your cock so all you have to do is move forward ever so slightly for your cock to slide into my pussy. As soon as I feel it inside me, I push back onto your cock. You grab my hips and pull me back as you push deep inside me. Little do you know that having you fuck me from behind is my favorite position. I love the strength and power you can exert upon me, the pounding you can give my pussy, and the intensity of my orgasm that you will give me. Fucking me with long slow strokes, I feel you reach around me, grabbing my tits as they bounce and sway. You roughly pinch my nipples and gradually begin to increase your rhythm as you fuck me. Oh my god, you feel absolutely incredible sliding in and out of me, teasing me, making me shudder all over. Moving one hand downwards, you rub my clit as you fuck me faster and deeper. "Ohhh yeahhh...you feel fucking good," I say, my voice a little shakey. You wrap your arm around me, pulling me close to you and drive your cock up inside me harder. I feel the heat of your breath on my neck as you kiss and nibble on me, sending shivers down my spine. I push back to you as much as I can everytime you thrust your cock deep into my soaking wet pussy, squeezing down onto it. You surprise me by pulling me harder to you and spinning us sideways. You unwrap your arm from me, and push my torso downwards, my face almost buried into the seat cushion of the couch. I extend my arms out in front of me, bracing myself against your powerful pounding of my pussy. With my ass up in the air and my legs spread, your balls slap against me while you fuck me relentlessly. You rub your hands over my ass cheeks, and I can hear your breathing getting faster as you pull me back to you. I reach one hand between my legs and my fingertips rub your balls when they slap against me, the palm of my hand rubbing against my clit. I push back against you, my pussy squeezing onto your cock every time you drive it deep into me. "Ohh yeah, MMmmm, fuck me harder." You respond by pounding into me harder than I ever expected, pushing me down against the couch. It feels soo fucking good and I know that I will be cuming again in no time at all. You slap my ass hard a few times as you fuck me, your cock getting harder, my pussy getting wetter. I squeeze my pussy onto you as I feel my orgasm quickly building deep inside me. My moaning gets louder with every breath that I exhale and my legs begin to tremble. "Ohhhh Baby...you're gonna make me cummm!" "Yeah, cum all over my cock, Babe!" "Mmmmm, yessss," I moan. I hold my breath and arch my back. You feel my body begin to tense up and dont let up on me. "Ohhh, I'm gonna cummm!" I feel my orgasm quickly move thru me, my legs trembling, my whole body quivering. You hold your cock deep inside me, experiencing my pussy squeezing onto you, pulsating, contracting all around it. "Ahhh, fuck Babe!" you say as you feel the increased pressure on your cock, seeing my body trembling, my face bright red. You feel your cock swelling and you fuck my pussy hard while I am experiencing the end of my orgasm, your balls tightening up as you feel your own orgasm so close. "Fuck...I'm gonna cum!" You grab my hips and pull me tight against you, your cock swelling and spewing wads of your hot cum deep inside my pussy. I feel your cock throbbing deep inside me, my pussy getting hotter from your cum. Mmmm, it feels soo good. Your hands squeeze my ass while you empty your cum into me. With your head tilted back, you feel my pussy tightening around you again and you moan loudly. You hold your cock deep inside me, giving me every last drop of your cum. You run your hand up and down my back then slowly lean over me, kissing my neck and shoulders. With your cock still hard and still inside me, you pull my legs back and laydown on the couch, pulling me against you. Wrapping your arms around me, you kiss my neck and shoulder again, your large hands cupping my breasts. To my surprise and liking, your cock remains hard even as your cum starts to slowly seep from me. "That felt so good, Babe," you whisper in between kisses. "Mmmmm, yes you did...and still do," I quietly reply. Your fingers gently play with my nipples, making me feel those twinges deep inside me again. I lift my leg and drape it over yours while I move up and down on your cock, still feeling how incredibly hard you are. The more I move up and down on your cock, the more of your cum I feel oozing from me. "If we keep this up, I am gonna be making a mess on your couch," I say with a giggle looking over my shoulder at you. "It's OK...it wouldn't be the first time," you reply with a wicked smile. Trying not to sound surprised at your comment, I respond as casually as I can, "Oh really..." Although my tone of voice is very nonchalant, my body language speaks volumes. My eyes divert away from yours, my body becoming tense. You kiss my neck and whisper in my ear, "I know what you're thinking. I didn't mean this kind of mess from you and me...look around...this is a garage...this couch gets messy." Hearing your words I immediately relax, and close my eyes as you kiss my neck again. You slowly begin to move your hips back and forth pushing your cock into me again, and feeling how hard you are even after cumming as much as you did, I immediately respond to you moving in rhythm with you. I slide my hand down and gently rub my clit while your cock moves slowly in and out of my pussy, and the way you hold me against you makes me rock back and forth to you faster. "MMmmmmm, you feel sooo good...you're still soo hard." "Your pussy feels soo tight on my cock." "Yeahhhh, oh fuck," I moan. You slide one hand down and rest it atop mine as I continue to finger my clit, feeling how I pleasure myself...gently stroking it, moving my fingers in a circular motion around the base, occasionally moving further down between my legs and feeling your cock sliding in and out of me, sticky and wet from our cum. "I love feeling how you play with your clit while I fuck you," you whisper. "That's so sexy...so hot!" I smile at your words, and gently massage my clit a little while longer as you continue to slowly fuck me. Wanting to feel your fingers on my clit, I slip my hand out from underneath yours and caress your arm as you mimick what my hand was doing. I feel you kissing and gently biting my neck and I grind against you. "Oh God, you feel sooo good, Baby," I moan. You rub my clit faster and harder making my body tremble at the increased pressure. You hear my breathing quicken and feel my body responding to you. You kiss and bite my neck more and I start to move faster up and down on your cock. I squeeze my pussy tightly onto it as my body shudders all over. You pull me tighter against you almost restricting my movement but still move your hips back and forth enough to fuck me hard. You pinch and twist my nipple then I hear you in my ear, "Cum for me Baby...I can tell you're close." Hearing your words makes me hold my breath and hook my arm under my leg, opening myself up to you and allowing you to fuck me harder. "Yeahhhh...ohhh fuck!" As I exhale loudly you sense my orgasm quickly building. "That's it...cum all over my cock!" You intensify rubbing my clit and driving your cock deep inside me. "Ahhhh...yesssss!" I cry out as my orgasm takes over my body. "Ohhhh fuck!" I shake all over, my entire body convulsing uncontrollably. You hold me tight against you, feeling my orgasm, taking in every sensation you are feeling, seeing and hearing. As my orgasm sudsides, I slowly lower my leg and my body relaxes into yours, my breathing slowly returning to normal. "Damn Babe, that felt good...you came hard," you whisper to me as you gently kiss my shoulder and neck. "With the right touch, the right stimulation..." my words trail off as I turn my head and look into your eyes, "...and the right man, yes I do cum very hard." You smile at me and kiss me, your tongue gently pushing into my mouth. You squeeze me tight again and hold me against you. "It's getting late...why dont we go inside?" you say quietly. "It's too late to do anything with your bike, and I don't want to spend the night out here." "What about this?" I ask as I squeeze my pussy onto your cock a few times. You chuckle when you feel me squeezing you, "I am not gonna go down between here and there, if that's what you're worried about." "Oh, I'm not," I reply squeezing your cock again. "But just what do you plan on doing with me in there?" "The same thing as out here...just with lot more room on my bed." "Mmmmmm, I like the sound of that," I say as I kiss you. You unwrap your arms from me, and I sit up. Before you can get up I spin around and immediately feel your cum tricking down my inner thigh. I bend down taking your cock into my mouth and sucking it. I lick it up and down, cleaning you off and tasting so much of your cum. "Mmmmm," I moan as I slowly stroke you. "You keep that up, and we aren't gonna make it inside," you say with a smile. Letting your cock pop out of my mouth, I reach over and grab my clothes, "Well, who am I to keep us from going inside?" I stand up and pull on my jeans and blouse, then pick up my bra, leather jacket and boots almost as quickly as it takes you to slide your jeans on. With every move I make I can feel your cum still seeping from me, and I know I am going to have a very large wet spot in my jeans in no time at all. We both look at each other and smile, and as I turn to head to the door, you grab me and pull me back to you, kissing me very passionately. I press against you as I feel your hand slide down my back and onto my ass. Mmmmm, as much as I enjoy kissing you, I want even more to go inside and experience everything that you are...on your bed...on your couch...on your dining room table...where ever you want to enjoy me. You take me by the hand and lead me out of the garage and into your house. I take in as much of my new surroundings as I can, but as it is relatively dark in your house, I am just following along behind you. You turn on the stairway light and I get another quick look at the downstairs of your home before you pull me up the stairs behind you. Walking through the doorway into your room, my eyes open wider at how large the room is. You let go of my hand and just allow me to walk in at my own pace and get my bearings. As you watch me looking arouind, you rub your still hard cock through your jeans. You squeeze it tight as you think about how just a couple of hours ago all you could think about was getting home after a long day, and now you are looking at spending your night with a tall voluptuous blonde who you stopped and offered some assistance to in her moment of need. I turn around when I near your bed and see you looking at me, your hand still down on your cock. I drop my boots on the floor and toss my leather jacket and bra onto a chair close by. "Looks like you were right," I say as my eyes divert downwards to your hand rubbing your cock. "I told you," you reply as you walk towards me, unbuttoning your jeans. As you get closer to me, I glance over my shoulder and move back towards your bed. I feel the edge of your bed against the back of my legs and I smile as you stop only a few inches from me. I am virtually mesmerized as I look into your incredible blue eyes again. You take my hand and squeeze it as you kiss me, then place my hand on your cock. I can feel how incredibly hard you still are through your jeans, and I gently squeeze you, dragging my fingers up and down the length of your cock, my fingernails scratching the roughness of the demin. You wrap one arm around me and pull me tight against you, then slowly push me backwards down onto the bed. I already am so incredibly aroused by you, and the comfort of your bed just adds to it. You move me up the bed, my head resting on the mattress just below the pillows. Laying on top of me, you kiss me hard, your tongue pushing into my mouth, your hips moving against me. I hook my ankles around your thighs and pull you harder to me, feeling your cock pressing against my pubic bone. You kiss my neck and gently bite me, your hand moving up my body and squeezing my breast through my blouse. You shift your weight and roll off me slightly, your fingers finding the few buttons on my blouse which I did bother to fasten. My breathing deepens as I feel the heat of your breath on my skin when you pull my blouse open and lower your head, taking my nipple into your mouth. I exhale heavily and twist my body to push more of myself into your mouth, and I run my fingers through your hair and pull you against me. "Ohhhh Baby...that feels sooo good. I love it when you suck on my nipples." Keeping my nipple in your mouth, you slide your hand down my body. I lift my hips upwards expecting you to unbutton and unzip my jeans, but instead you rest your hand on my crotch. I know my jeans are probably wet from your cum that seeped from me, but have no real idea just how wet they are. As you feel the amount of wetness between my legs, you moan while continuing to suck my nipple. Your attention to my nipple just heightens my arousal level which in turn makes more of your cum seep from my pussy. Your hand rubs me harder, pressing the inside seam of my jeans against my pussy and very sensitive clit. The pressure is almost too much to take but at the same time, the stimulation just excites me even more. You roll off me and move my blouse open, exposing my other nipple to you. You suck on it just as hard as the other, but this time you sink your teeth into my sensitive flesh making me shudder and gasp at the intensity. You roll on top of me again, kissing my neck. "I'm gonna make you cum over and over on my cock, Baby." I love the feel of your muscular chest against me, and I turn my head to the side so you can have more of my neck, and the only response I can muster is to moan. "You like this, don't you Baby?" "Mmmmm, yeah." "Are you gonna cum for me again?" you ask in between kisses all over my neck. "Yessss," I whisper. You grind your hips against me, making me feel your cock again. It is still so very hard but all I can think about is how good you feel kissing my neck. You very slowly kiss downwards on my body, taking each nipple into your mouth, sucking it at first, then gently biting them. You continue to kiss your way down my body moving from side to side over my stomach. You unbutton my jeans and lower the zipper down. I lift my hips upwards and you slowly slide my jeans off me, and as you pull them down, you see the large wetspot inside of them. You push my legs apart and kiss my inner thighs from my knees up to my wet pussy. You look up at me as you pass over my pussy and kiss your way down my other inner thigh. Resting your hand on me, you rub your thumb up and down between my pussy lips wetting it before you begin caressing my clit. Although I am expecting your touch, as soon as I feel the pressure on my swollen little bud, I start to tremble. You continue kissing my soft inner thigh, your moustache and beard gently tickling and prickling me at the same time. I place my hands on my breasts, my fingers immediately squeezing them, lightly pinching my nipples. I close my eyes, experiencing your gentle but firm touch, never knowing how or where you will touch me next or with what amount of pressure and stimuation. Moaning quietly as you continue to tease me, you slide your thumb downwards from my clit and push it gently into my pussy. You watch intently as your thumb opens up my pussy to you, and it disappears inside me. The amount of wetness you see and feel makes you smile as you know that I am more than wet enough to take your cock again. You continue to slip your thumb in and out of me, watching how I respond to you, feeling my hips move up and down, listening to the wetness only inches from your face. You push your thumb as deep into me as you can make it go, then curl it upwards massaging my gspot. I moan loudly at the pressure on it and from your middle finger moving up and down over my clit. I push towards you, and you slide your thumb out of me replacing it with your middle finger, your lips closing around my clit. My hands grab your head and hold you close to me as you suck and tease my clit while your finger slides in and out of me. "Oh fuck, Baby...aaahhhhh! Your mouth...ohhhh...feels sooo good!" You flick your tongue up and down over my clit, pushing it side to side, sucking it, very gently biting it. I writhe and squirm as you continue your oral assault on my clit, your large finger fucking my dripping pussy. You feel my pussy squeezing down onto your finger and you immediately curl it upwards caressing my gspot again while you suck harder on my clit. Being as sensitive as it is, I feel my orgasm very quickly building. I lift my ass up higher as my body contorts and shakes, your lips not leaving my clit, your finger still buried deep inside me. My fingers curl and pull your hair as my orgasm consumes me. My moans are louder than before and the waves of ecstasy I am experiencing just seem to go on and on. The sensitivity on my of my clit is too much to take and I have to pull you off me, my hips sinking back down onto the bed at the same time. You slowly withdraw your finger from my pussy and move up along side of me, running your middle finger over my lips. I open my eyes and look up at you as I gently lick your fingertip. You smile at me and allow me to suck on the tip of your finger. I moan quietly as I suck more of your finger and I see your smile broaden as you feel the incredible suction and warmth of my mouth, which immediately makes your cock twitch. The Journey Home Ch. 03 "Didn't I say you were gonna cum for me again?" you ask as you slide your finger from between my lips and lean over and kiss me. Moving your hand down my body, you slip your finger into my pussy again, rewetting it. Instinctively, my hips raise upwards to you, my pussy opening up for your again. I feel you push a second finger into me and wiggle them up and down just a little before taking them out and rubbing them over one of my nipples. As it hardens, you take a deep breath and blow on it making it stiffen even more. You give it a firm squeeze and pinch before sliding your fingers into my pussy again and doing the same thing to my other nipple. You look into my eyes as you lean towards me and kiss me again, your tongue pushing deep into my mouth. I reach up and pull you onto me, spreading my legs and feeling your cock pressing against my pussy through your jeans. The roughness of the fabric just makes me squirm even more, somewhat from the seam rubbing against my sensitive flesh but mostly from the hardness of your cock. "I want you to fuck me," I say quietly. "I want to cum for you..." You dont say anything and roll off me just enough for you to slide your jeans off. Your cock immediately springs upwards when freed from your jeans and I get a look at the prcum that has escaped you. You position yourself between my legs, pushing my knees just a little furhter apart, and I reach downwards and take ahold of your cock, rubbing it up and down several times from my pussy to my clit, before pushing the only the head into my pussy. My eyes slowly close and I take a deep breath as I lay beneath you and feel your cock entering me. You tease me by pushing only about an inch past the head of your cock into me. "Ohhh fuck me Baby...fuck me." You very slowly push your cock all of the way into me and hold it there for a few seconds before sliding it almost all of the way out. "Open your eyes," you say as you rock back and forth and use just the head of your cock to tease me more. Doing as you say, I open them and look up at you. You wait for a few seconds before slowly pushing deep into me again. My eyes begin to close and you stop sliding your cock into my pussy, "Keep them open Baby," you say quietly. "I want to see your eyes as my cock fills your pussy...I want you to look at me." I look up at you and have to make a very conscious effort to not allow my eyes to close when you resume sliding your cock into me. You watch my facial expression as you push in and out of me and smile, knowing how much my eyes want to close simply because of how much pleasure you are giving me. I lift my hips up to you, desperately wanting you to fuck me a little harder and faster but you manage to control your own urges to do just that, and continue to slowly slide in and out of me. You lean down and kiss me gently as you push your cock deep into my pussy, holding it there. I squeeze onto you letting you feel the walls of my pussy contracting all around you. You eventually lower yourself back down onto me, kissing me more intensely. Wrapping my arms and legs around you, I feel you start to fuck me with more force and strength. Your own desire to cum is quickly taking over your mindset and you push into me with a new found resiliance. I feel myself being pushed up the bed and I stretch my arms above me, my hands pressing against the headboard bracing myself against you. The weight of your body on mine forces me to take only short breaths, but I love the weight of your body on top of me too much to say anything. I hear your moaning get louder as you are getting so much closer to cumming. You push your arms underneath me and with your hands on my shoulders, you hold me still as you drive your cock deeper into me. I tilt my hips as much as I can so I am able to feel the head of your cock fucking me seemingly deeper than before. "Ohhh fuck! You're gonna make me cum Baby!" I moan. I wrap my arms around you, holding on to you as you drive deep and hard into me. I feel you kissing my neck, nipping at it as my pussy tightens onto your cock. My fingers curl and my nails dig into your back while I experience all the pleasure you are giving me. "Ahhh fuck! I'm gonna cum," you grunt in my ear. I feel you push inside me then hold your cock deep, your own body shuddering as your cock erupts cum deep inside me. The swelling of your cock deep inside me feels so incredible and coupled with the intense heat of your cum filling my pussy, I can only cling to you and moan as well. You pump your cock into me a few more times as your cock squeezes out the last few drops of your cum deep in my pussy. Your breathing is still somewhat rapid as you slowly relax and I feel the full weight of your body on me. I unravel my legs from you and my hands slowly move up and down your back. You lift your head and look at me, then without saying anything, you kiss me very gently and stroke my hair. You just look at me and smile as you continue to kiss me, placing light gentle kisses on my lips, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. Finally after a few minutes, as your spent cock slips from me, you whisper, "That felt absolutely increible." "Mmmm, yes you do," I reply as I lift my head and kiss you, my tongue gently probing your mouth. I can feel your cum beginning to seep from me. As it trickles down to my ass, I giggle at its incredible warmth. "Ummm, I'm leaking," I say with a somewhat embarassed smile. "It's alright....don't worry about it...I can always clean the comforter," you reply. "Yeah...OK...but how about I just go to the bathroom?" You roll off me and onto your back, and watch as I slowly climb off the bed, making my way across the room. I do what I need to and return in just a minute or so to see you underneath your comforter, your eyes closed and you looking very relaxed. I stand in the room for just a few seconds, before without even opening your eyes, you lift the comforter up and invite me to join you, "Are you coming back to bed?" I slip under the comforter and immediately slide completely underneath it. I hear you moan as I take your cock into my mouth and lick and suck you clean. I make sure to lick your balls while I am at it, and when I emerge from under the comforter, I see you with a big grin on your face. "I had to make sure you were cleaned up too, Baby," I say as I kiss you gently on the lips. "Mmmm, thank you," you say very quietly. "Now come here." I roll onto my side facing away from you as you pull me back against you, your arms wrapped around me. I close my eyes and listen to you breathe. I wait for a minute or so, then whisper, "Thank you." "For what Babe?" "For stopping." "It's my pleasure," you reply as you kiss my neck, and as I lay next to you, feeling the warmth of your body, the heat of your breath, I slowly fall asleep. To be continued... The Journey Home Ch. 03 "Yes a nice one that I had designed just for her, but I'm not concerned about the ring at the moment. It's Laura I'm concerned about now. So tell me Doctor Stone, what's the prognosis? Where do we go from here?" Ben finished, inhaling a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. He felt relieved that she was still alive, yet concerned because she probably wouldn't remember him. "I am unable to give you her address, but I will keep in touch with you," the doctor said as he glanced down at his watch. "I'm running late for my next appointment, so if you'll excuse me I must go now. If there's anything else I can assist you with or questions you need answered don't hesitate to call me." Ben stood from his chair and walked over to shake the doctor's hand and thank him for the information he provided and then gave him the number where he could be reached. Ben left the conference room exhausted from everything the doctor told him. He headed straight for the hotel to talk to Max. ^^^ "Laura! It's good to see you again!" Dr. Stone said as she walked into his office. Not wanting to frighten her he didn't say anything about the visit from Ben. "I know it's not my usual day and appointment time, but I must talk to you." She said as she was offered to have a seat on the first open exam table. Doctor Stone followed Laura and the nurse into the cool white room. "I fainted today at work and these visions are now interfering with my job and they're becoming quite bothersome," she added as the nurse took her blood pressure. "Well everything seems okay with your vitals, but tell me about these visions you have experienced," Dr. Stone asked as he held her hand. Laura described the previous events of the day, which caused her to visit him earlier than she would have otherwise. "When I heard that gentleman say where he was from I began to feel flushed, but I worked through it. When he was about to leave, he made a flirting comment about not having any pretty women back in Bloomfield Hills. When I heard him say that, I fainted." Laura paused to take a sip of the ice water the nurse brought in for her. She continued asking questions, "is there anything I can do to stop these visions, Dr. Stone?" "Well it seems to me that the part of your brain that controls your memory is healing and one part of your brain is trying to communicate to the other. I'd have to say your memory is trying to come back." Dr. Stone paused, holding Laura's hand in reassurance. "My recommendation is that you go to Michigan; Bloomfield Hills to be exact and see if that triggers anything." Laura pulled her hand back, crossed her arms over her chest and starred at the doctor. She was obviously horrified of following through with her doctors' plan. Her face became flushed as she squeezed her fingers tightly around her arms. "Now don't panic Laura. I will send a nurse with you and she will send for your things once she finds a suitable apartment," the doctor replied in a calming tone. "I will put in a recommendation to your employer that for health reasons you be transferred to one of their banks in Michigan, preferably near Bloomfield Hills. When that is arranged I will have Emma accompany you. Do you feel comfortable with her, Laura?" Dr. Stone paused briefly to assess Laura's response and then he continued. "I will have Emma make all the travel arrangements. All you have to do is be willing to get through this ordeal. Do you think you can handle this?" The doctor picked up his phone and paged Emma. When she entered the room Dr. Stone filled her in on the plans. "It would be my pleasure to help you Laura. I've heard Michigan is a beautiful state this time of year," Emma said cheerfully as she placed her hand on Laura's shoulder. Laura's supervisor was aware of her condition when she started work on her first day. When Dr. Stone contacted her later that afternoon suggesting a transfer to possibly aid in Laura regaining her memory, her supervisor was enthusiastic and began the process immediately. By the end of the day a representative for the bank phoned Dr. Stone and told him that Laura would begin work at the Bloomfield Hills branch first thing Monday morning. This gave Dr. Stone and Emma five days to get Laura settled in Michigan. Dr. Stone called in some favors when he contacted Dr. Tate at Beaumont Hospital in Royal Oak. He had met Dr. Tate at a conference in California some time ago and helped him solve a puzzling case with a patient. He told Dr. Tate of Laura's condition and what his plan for recovery entailed. He also said he was sending one of his nurses to be with Laura in case she needed assistance or if anything severe were to happen Emma would bring Laura to him. Dr. Tate agreed and said, "Don't worry my friend, I will take good care of them both. Let me give you my personal phone number to give to Emma in case of an emergency and she can also contact me when they arrive at the airport and I will pick them up personally." "Thank you Dr. Tate I knew I could count on you," Dr. Stone said and then ended the call as he closed his cell phone. He picked up the office phone and asked the receptionist, "make reservations for two adults, one way, to Detroit's Metro Airport for tomorrow morning. When you finish that, call that moving company you used and tell them we need Laura's furniture moved to Michigan. Right now I just need them to begin packing, but be ready to move the boxes at a moment's notice," he finished and without waiting for a response he hung up the receiver. All this was taken care of as Laura and Emma stood there watching. "Laura, you can stay with me for the night and we will take a cab to the airport first thing in the morning," Emma said as she followed Laura back to her car and then to her apartment. Laura parked her car in her designated spot and locked it as she waited for Emma to get out of her own car, which she parked right by the main entrance to the apartment complex. Once inside, Emma helped Laura pack her clothing and personal things. When everything was packed, each grabbed a box and headed for Emma's car. Emma ran ahead to unlock her trunk and get the seats ready to hold Laura's things. "Thank God for fold down seats," Emma said as she took a box from Laura and shoved it into the back seat, through the trunk. It took a couple trips back and forth and as the car quickly filled with Laura's things she said with a slight giggle, "Wow! I'm going to take up all the room back here. I guess some of this stuff can stay here for the movers to bring later." Laura looked at the writing on each box and picked out a couple to bring back in to her apartment. She and Emma each picked up a box from the trunk and carried them back in to the apartment. As they walked Laura said, "I can always purchase replacements when we get settled in Michigan." Laura did a final walk through her apartment, "I guess that's all I really need for the time being," she said, walking back toward the front door. After Emma exited she double-checked the lock, turning the doorknob as she pushed against her door to ensure it had locked. "I always have a problem with this darn lock," she said as she walked with Emma back to her car. Once the trunk was closed securely, the women got into the car and fastened their seatbelts. As Emma drove back to her house the conversation drifted back and forth from Laura's visions to Emma's personal life. "It will be nice to get away from all the bullshit around here," Emma said as she continued to drive. Emma backed into her driveway and both women exited the car. "We can leave your things in the trunk and the cab driver can transfer the boxes in the morning." Emma suggested as she led Laura to the front door. She unlocked the door and pushed it open with her foot, allowing Laura to enter first before she continued, "You can borrow a pair of my pajamas for the night, Laura." Emma paused to set her purse down on the coffee table then turned to Laura and added with a wink, "That is unless you like to sleep the way I do." "Um, no, that's okay; pajamas will be fine," Laura replied, not really knowing what to think of Emma's last comment. "Excuse me for a moment," Emma said as she walked from the living room down a narrow hall and into her bedroom. "Make yourself at home, I'll just be a minute," Laura heard Emma say from the other room. Emma returned a few minutes later carrying a couple suitcases. She tossed them on the couch and opened them. She walked around her house picking things up and placing some in one suitcase and then the other. Not knowing what the weather would be like this time of year or how long she would be gone Emma packed several different outfits; some casual, some dressy and some just plain comfortable for lounging around in. After Emma was satisfied she had packed everything she needed she zipped the luggage closed, set the luggage by the front door and then walked into the kitchen. "Make yourself at home," Emma repeated to Laura who sat quietly at the end of the flowered couch. "I'm fixing us a snack, I'll be right back." Emma voiced from the kitchen as she prepared the bowl and the popcorn popped in the microwave. Laura finally began to relax the longer she sat. Feeling more comfortable, she grabbed the remote from the stand on the end table to the side of the sofa and flipped through the channels looking for something interesting. Another vision came to her as she pressed the buttons on the remote. This time she was sitting on a sofa near a fireplace and a male voice behind her told her to put on Animal Planet. As quick as the vision appeared it disappeared and she felt emptiness in her heart for the first time. An emptiness so overpowering it brought a tear to her eye as she once again rubbed the back of her ring finger. Emma returned to the sofa with a big bowl of freshly popped popcorn and some napkins. She set the bowl and the napkins on the coffee table and left again, only to return a few seconds later with two cans of soda. She placed the cans beside the popcorn as she settled into the couch leaving ample space between herself and Laura for the bowl of popcorn. "Mmmm, smells good." Laura said as the two settled down to watch some television and relax before going to bed for the night. Laura didn't say anything to Emma about the vision. Instead, she seemed to be really getting into the movie that played on the big screen TV. When a commercial came up Emma reminded her that they needed to leave early because they would have to pick up their tickets and register their luggage before the flight boarded. "Okay, thanks, but I probably won't stay up too much longer anyway," Laura said as she scooped more popcorn onto her napkin and tossed a couple kernels into her mouth. ^^^ Ben arrived back at the hotel, excited to fill Max in on what Dr. Stone had told him. Ben still had no idea Max actually talked to Laura, but he was about to find out. Ben used his card key to open the door to his room and walked in letting the door close behind him. He walked into the bathroom and after using the facilities; he washed then dried his hands. Ben turned off the light in the bathroom as he exited the tiny room and headed straight for his bed. Max was watching the television as he sat perched on the edge of his chair and calmly waited for Ben to settle himself down so he could tell him the great news. Ben and Max started talking at the same time, "Hey, you'll never guess wha..." Both men stopped to let the other talk. "Sorry Ben, you go first," Max said as he sat back in his chair instead of the edge. Ben started telling Max what Laura's prognosis was, but something deep inside told him Max's information was more important than his. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Max was having a difficult time sitting still. Ben stopped right in the middle of his sentence and told Max he wanted to hear what he had to say first. Max started his information from the time he walked into the bank. When he got to the part where he saw Laura and she fainted from his words Ben fell back onto the mattress, rolled to his side and began crying. He wasn't sad anymore. His tears were tears of joy. He had finally found his Laura. She was alive and doing well, or so they thought. "It's getting late Ben, I say we go to sleep and then after breakfast we can go back to the bank and you can see Laura for yourself." Max said as he undressed and grabbed a pillow from the bed, placing it on the couch. He laid down and almost instantly fell asleep. Ben followed Max's suggestion and was asleep before his head hit the pillow. The alarm sounded on Ben's cell phone at seven o'clock the next morning. After a room service breakfast both men took turns getting dressed in the bathroom. Ben grabbed his keys and Max followed him to his car and they drove non-stop to the bank in Ft. Lauderdale. They arrived a bit too early and had to wait in the car for the doors to open, but as soon as they did Ben and Max were the first one's inside. Max went to the window as Ben searched for Laura. Neither of them saw her so Max asked the only woman he saw behind the thick safety glass. "Excuse me ma'am can you tell me what time Laura is scheduled in today?" The woman started to speak, but Max could hardly make out her words as he placed a finger to his ear as a sign he couldn't hear her. She called for the manager to come out and answer Max's questions. "I hear you are looking for Laura?" the manager asked. Ben, eager to see her shouted, "Yes!" The manager's facial expression changed when she began speaking again, "I'm sorry gentlemen, Laura has been transferred to one of our branches in Michigan." "Can you tell me which branch?" Ben asked, getting impatient toward the manager. "I'm sorry sir, that's all I know." The manager said as she walked to the door to show Ben and Max out. Ben walked out of the doors and immediately dropped to his knees, his hands covered his face and he screamed, "No, no, no! I can't lose her again!" Max helped Ben to his feet and tried to comfort him, "She's not lost. I bet you a million dollars her doctor knows where she's at." Max stated as he helped Ben to the car. When Ben regained his composure, he handed Max his cell phone and asked him to call Dr. Stone to inquire about Laura's destination. Max called and talked to the doctor briefly then closed the phone. "Doc Stone sends his apologies for neglectin' to call you, but hey, that manager gal was right. Laura and her nurse are headed to Metro Airport and she has a job at the bank in Bloomfield Hills starting next Monday. I bet if we hurry we can get tickets and meet them at the airport though. You up for it Ben?" Max finished as he lit a cigarette. Ben grabbed the phone from Max and called the hotel. "Hello, yes you can help me. This is Mr. Whitfield in room 608. Due to circumstances beyond my control I will not be returning to the hotel to personally check out. I will mail the key card when I arrive back home. You have my credit card information on file so charge my room to that. Before I go I need you to have housekeeping box up the clothes and personal things I left in the room and mail them to the address of my card." Ben said professionally in his lawyer tone of voice. Before he ended the call he told the clerk there would be a huge tip in it for him if nothing was missing when the package arrived back in Michigan. The desk clerk seemed confused about the package and then Ben clarified the instructions, "have housekeeping get everything that doesn't belong to the hotel and put it in a big box. Put my address on the outside of the box and then call the post office and tell them you have a package pick up. When the driver gets there hand him my credit card information and the package, along with my cell phone number in case he has any questions." Ben paused to catch his breath then continued. "That's it, there's nothing to it." Ben ended the call when he closed his phone. Ben arrived at the airport and sent Max in to get the tickets for their flight as he returned the rental car. Ben met Max at the Northwest terminal and Max handed him his ticket. "Oh man," Ben said with disappointment in his voice. "Didn't they have a non-stop flight?" "Well you should consider yourself lucky you got on this flight. The couple behind me had to wait for the next one, four hours from now." Max stated, slightly irritated with Ben, but understanding. They walked to the seating area and waited patiently for the boarding call. Neither of them saw Laura. Ben thought to himself, "Perhaps they are on another airline." He stood and began looking through the crowd in hopes of seeing her. Unfortunately for him the flight attendant announced it was time to board the plane. Max followed Ben onto the plane. When Ben found their seats he let Max sit beside the window, as he took the aisle seat and before the seat belt sign went on he fastened his securely. He tilted his seat back and closed his eyes as the plane took off down the runway. ^^^ Emma woke Laura bright and early. "Good morning sunshine!" Emma said as she pulled the covers off the bed Laura slept in. "Breakfast is on the table and the cab driver will be here within the hour, so get a move on young lady," Emma added as she walked out of Laura's room and back in to her own to finish getting dressed. The time between Laura waking up and hearing the cab driver sound his horn seemed to fly right by as she rushed to grab a couple bites of food. Emma picked up her car keys and headed outside to open her trunk so the cab driver could transfer the boxes from her car into the trunk of the cab. "I'll be right back," she said as she turned to head back into the house to get her luggage and took it back out to the cab. "We need these in there as well," she said and once again headed back inside. "Hurry it up or we're going to miss our flight!" Emma shouted to Laura who was now in the bathroom fixing her hair. When Laura heard the words 'miss our flight' another vision appeared and Laura fell to the floor trembling. Emma walked through the house to see what was taking Laura so long and when she got to the bathroom door she found Laura lying on the floor, tears streaming down her face. "Another vision, dear?" Emma asked as she helped Laura to her feet. "Yes and it was so real," Laura said as she walked back to the couch, still trembling, but continued. "I was at an airport and I missed my flight and had to take a different one." Emma looked at Laura concerned as she continued again, "I know it's no big deal to take a different flight, but I just can't shake this feeling I have. Let's just go now and maybe I can shake it as we drive." Emma once again helped Laura to her feet as they grabbed their purses and walked out the house. Emma motioned for the cab driver to come to the porch and assist Laura to the cab while she locked up her house. The drive to the airport was uneventful and the vision that had Laura so concerned seemed to fade as Emma talked about other things. Before either of them knew it the cab driver had pulled into the unloading area and exited the cab. Both girls were startled when they heard the driver's door close. Emma opened the door for her and Laura to get out as the cab driver unloaded all their things onto a luggage cart. He told Emma the total cost for their ride and she handed him the money, telling him to keep the change. When the driver opened the folded bills and began to count them he looked stunned with the amount in his hand, but graciously accepted it and wished Emma and Laura a safe trip. He waited until the women were safely inside the airport before he pulled away. Laura and Emma walked quickly as they pulled the luggage cart behind them. They both laughed out loud occasionally when one or the other would pull the cart a little too hard her way, causing the other to lose her balance and the cart to wobble. The Journey Home Ch. 03 They walked through the concourse quickly and noticed the security gates ahead. The security check took over half and hour because of all the boxes Laura had. Once through the gates, the guards piled the boxes and luggage back on the cart and then Laura and Emma were on their way to check in. They had plenty of time to check the luggage and get their tickets before their flight left so they decided to get a bite to eat when Laura announced as she rubbed her stomach, "I'm famished!" and then continued, "My stomach is growling so loud I'm afraid someone will hear me. Can we stop for a sandwich or something before we get on the plane?" Emma nodded her head as she glanced over the airport directory. "There's a little place right around that next corner to the left," she said as they began to walk in the direction she pointed. Laura walked right beside Emma as they neared the sandwich shop. Laura glanced over the menu and picked the turkey deli and a bag of chips. Emma ordered a ham on rye with fries. "You go get a table and I'll get our drinks." Emma said, as she handed Laura her purse over the rail. They ate quickly and cleared their mess as they stood up to leave and then headed back to the boarding gate. The flight was called shortly after they returned; they both stood and walked toward the door to the tunnel that attached to the plane. Laura went first and found her seat, but she didn't want to sit by the window for some reason. She began to shake uncontrollably again, just like she did in the bathroom at Emma's house. "Don't worry, I will sit there and you can have my seat," Emma told her as she scooted past Laura to sit by the window. She handed Laura her purse to put in the overhead compartment when Laura was putting her own purse up there. "Just don't let me forget it!" she said jokingly as Laura took her seat and fumbled with the seatbelt. The seats and windows vibrated slightly when the pilot started the engines of the plane. Laura grasped the armrests and closed her eyes tightly as the plane accelerated to top speed near the end of the runway. Laura gasped as the plane took off. Emma smiled slightly as she patted Laura's hand to comfort her. "I think we should have driven the car." Laura exclaimed as a look of fear covered her face and she clenched her eyes tight for nearly the entire ride. To be continued... The Journey Home Ch. 04 Laura and Emma arrived at Detroit Metropolitan Airport three hours after they departed from Miami. Emma had to just about pry Laura's hands from the armrests as the seat belts sign went off. Laura, in a panic state, trembled as passengers exited the plane hurriedly. She was scared to death, but unsure why. Emma and Laura remained in their seats to avoid a scene if she were to faint at any time during departure. "I can't figure out why I'm acting like this," Laura told Emma while they waited for the last passenger to leave the plane. "It's okay dear, we're not in any hurry," Emma replied and then stood as she saw the last person stand and walk toward the back of the plane. Laura also noticed the person leave and said, "Well, I'm as ready as I'll ever be," as she stood and followed Emma down the aisle and off the plane. They walked slowly through the tunnel that led to the busy terminal. As Laura neared the terminal she began to feel faint and Emma suggested that they walk over to the chairs by the window and take a rest. "You look as though you've seen a ghost, dear," Emma said as she wiped Laura's brow with a tissue. Laura was sweating profusely. Emma did everything in her power to keep Laura calm. "Just close your eyes and sit back." Emma instructed as she took her cell phone from her purse just in case she had to call Dr. Tate for help. "Excuse me, is she all right?" a flight attendant from the plane they had just exited asked. "Yes, she'll be just fine in a few minutes. I guess she just doesn't like to fly," Emma replied hoping she was right. Emma watched the clock on the wall across from their seats. Laura's health seemed to improve as the minutes ticked away. Emma was still concerned about her, yet at the same time she was concerned about their luggage. Laura lifted her head slightly and turned to look at Emma and said, "we should go get our bags," and then put her head back against the rim of the chair. "I'll get our luggage when I know you are feeling better Laura, don't you worry about that," Emma said as she stared at the clock. It had been almost a half hour since they departed the plane. The flight attendant tapped Emma gently on her forearm and whispered," I'll stay with her if you'd like to go check on your luggage. If you have more than you can carry by yourself just ask one of the attendants down there and they will give you a cart." "Well, if you don't mind," Emma said, not quite sure this was a good idea, but knew she had no other choice. "Laura dear, I'll be right back. I'm going to go get our luggage. I'll be back just as soon as possible," she said and then turned to walk toward the escalator to the lower level baggage claim. "No! Wait!" Laura pleaded, in a quiet voice. "Don't leave me," she added as she tried to stand, but was unable. Emma turned around quickly and headed back to Laura. "Don't worry. The flight attendant is here with you now and she'll stay until I get back. I'll give her my cell phone number so if you need me she can call. Okay?" Emma said as she sat beside Laura. Laura agreed, she remembered the attendant from the flight they were on and Emma once again turned toward the escalators. She walked quickly as she checked her cell phone to make sure it was on vibrate thinking she probably wouldn't hear the ring with all the other noises around her. She put the phone in her pocket as she put her foot on the first step of the escalator and headed to the lower level. Shortly after Emma walked away Laura had another vision, someone hugging her before she got on a plane. Again she couldn't see the face, but she knew it was a man. She bolted upright in her chair, her face flushed. The flight attendant calmed her, "It's okay if you'd like to take a nap," the attendant said. Laura yawned and slouched in her seat. She had become very tired suddenly. She closed her eyes and soon drifted off to sleep; she was exhausted. It didn't take Laura long to fall into a deep sleep with all the excitement she'd had in the past few days. Her visions seem to take so much energy from her. The flight attendant stood from her chair and walked behind the ticket counter, pulled out a box and brought it back to where Laura was sleeping. She lifted Laura's feet and placed them on the box. "Hey do you want this too?" A voice called out to her from behind the counter she was just at. Another attendant tossed her a pillow and a blanket and she put the pillow in Laura's arms and the blanket over her. She saw Laura immediately clench the pillow. Emma returned with a disgusted look on her face. "What's wrong, Emma?" the attendant asked. "Well it seems they didn't have enough room in the plane we were on or something, but our luggage isn't down there. The man down there said it would be in on the next flight, but that flight had to stop in Chicago first." Emma told the attendant as she stood in front of Laura. "I'm sure it'll be here shortly, Emma." The attendant said, as she tried to clam her. "This is ridiculous." Emma said, frustrated and then continued. "I can't just sit around here waiting for that plane. It'll drive me crazy," she said as she fidgeted with her cell phone in her pocket. "I'll be here if you'd like to go walk around for a while," the attendant stated as she looked at the clock on the wall. "I'm sure she'll be just fine," she added glancing at Laura and then back to Emma. "She's sleeping now and should probably sleep for a while longer because she looked very tired before she drifted off." "Are you sure it'll be all right?" Emma asked quietly. With the confirmation that Laura would be looked after, Emma decided to go for a walk to burn off the excess energy and avoid a case of boredom. Emma headed for the shops as she waved to the flight attendant. "I'll be back shortly," she said with a smile as she turned and walked away. Emma had never had the opportunity to travel out of Florida and was easily entertained and distracted watching people hurry around her and browsing through the shops. The time passed more quickly than she thought and when she glanced at the clock on her cell phone she noticed that she had been gone over an hour and she missed a call. Emma opened her cell phone to listen to the message as she stood in line at the coffee shop. "Hello Emma, this is Betty, the attendant looking after Laura. I'm sorry to cut your walk short but my flight arrived earlier than expected and I must report to work. Laura is still sleeping and I've asked the attendant at the desk to keep an eye on her until you return," was the message on her phone. Emma panicked, dropped her coffee and rushed through the crowd to get back to Laura. Because of her state of mind, Emma had gotten confused and taken a wrong turn somewhere. She couldn't remember how to get back to Laura. She phoned the number the attendant gave her but all she heard was a message. "I'm sorry I can't come to the phone right now. When the plane lands I'll return your call." Now even more panicked, Emma ran up to the nearest guard for directions back to the gate where she left Laura. The guard directed her. She tried to remember what he said as she walked through the different concourses. After walking for almost an hour she finally arrived at the gate where she and Laura arrived. Laura wasn't in her chair; all their things were gone. Emma's heart was now in her stomach. "Shit!" Emma said to herself. "Where could she have gone?" Emma wondered as her eyes thoroughly panned the room. ^^^ Hey Ben, Ben, wake up we're home," Max said excitedly as he shook Ben's shoulder. Both men were excited to get off that plane. The flight was too long and the layover in Chicago was a nightmare because they were unable to leave the plane due to a security threat in the airport. Ben was unfortunate enough to be stuck beside an elderly man who grumbled the entire time. When the plane landed and the pilot turned off the seat belt sign, Ben was the first one to remove his. Both Ben and Max stood, stretched and grabbed the carry on bags from the overhead compartment before they departed the plane. "First thing we should do is get our luggage and then look for Laura," Max suggested as he pushed his way through the overcrowded aisle. "No, I'd rather wait for the crowd to thin a bit before we do. I don't feel like tackling that crowd right now," Ben said as he pushed his way through the stuffy tunnel that connected the plane to the terminal. "Let's sit over there and wait for all these people to get out of the way, okay?" Ben suggested to Max as a group of tourists passed in front of them and then he continued. "Besides it sounds to me like someone needs a smoke. You go outside and I'll save you a seat over there." Once the path was cleared, Ben started to walk toward the section of chairs near the window that looked out over the tarmac as Max headed for the exit. "Shit! It's too long of a walk just to have a smoke," Max said to himself and turned around to go back to Ben. As he neared he saw Ben standing in the aisle. "Are you gonna sit or what?" Max asked as he walked over to Ben, stopping beside him. Ben blinked his eyes and rubbed them as he stood ad stared. "Oh my God!" Ben exclaimed pushing Max, almost knocking him over as he turned, not knowing he was so close. "Max! Look over there in that chair facing the ticket counter!" Ben voiced breathless as a smile covered his face. As he neared, he rubbed his eyes again, looked away then back almost instantly and rubbed his eyes once again. He couldn't believe it. Laura was sleeping in the chair that captured his attention. Ben dropped the bag he was carrying and ran toward the chair. He stopped abruptly, not wanting to run into her legs. Tears filled his eyes and his extremities shook, as he stood there unsure of what to do. "What if I wake her and she doesn't know who I'm?" he whispered to Max who stood behind him. "You'll never know unless you try man," Max said and then continued after wiping a tear from his own eye. "If you don't call her name I will." Ben hesitated briefly then out of nowhere a deep quiet voice called out, "Laura? Laura Habernack," He whispered as he touched her shoulder gently and called her name again. "Laura, hey baby it's me, it's Ben. Wake up Laura." Ben and Max both jumped when Laura began to stir in her chair. She stretched and yawned and then opened her eyes. She looked up at Ben and back to the floor. She jolted upright in her seat and again looked up at Ben, her eyes wide and motionless. "Oh my God! Ben!" Laura squealed. "Where the hell have you been? I've been waiting here for hours for you. I thought you left me and..." she trailed off as she began to cry. She jumped from her chair, knocking over the box that her feet rested on and the pillow she was clenching fell to the floor. Laura jumped in his arms and hugged him tight. "You remember me?" he exclaimed as he glanced back at Max, tears flowing freely now and he continued, "She remembers me!" "Why wouldn't I remember you? I've only been gone a few days," she said as her expression turned from a smile to confusion. Ben and Laura embraced for quite some time before she noticed Max. "What's going on here? Do you know Ben?" Laura questioned, breaking her embrace with Ben. "Hello Ms. Habernack." Max said as he tipped his hat toward her, smiled and then continued. "Ben, why don't you take Laura someplace quieter and explain what's happened? I'm going to go get our bags now," Max said as he pointed to the escalator. "That's probably a good idea Max," Ben said as he hugged Laura once again and Max turned to walk away. "I'll get your things then catch a cab home. You can get your bags later. Now go take care of your woman!" Max said in a loud voice as he got on the escalator. "Will you come with me some place quiet so we can talk?" Ben asked Laura with a concerned look on his face. She jumped in his arms again and kissed him hard, so excited that he was really with her again, not caring if they talked right away or not; she was never going to let him go again. Max returned with the luggage and saw Ben holding Laura and told him there was a secluded area downstairs where he and Laura could talk. "It's really good to have you back again Laura." Max said smiling as he passed them. He patted Ben on the back and winked as he headed out the door to hail a cab. Ben carried Laura down the escalator and through the crowds in search of the secluded space Max spoke of. As Ben walked through the crowd he turned a corner to avoid some rowdy teenagers and from the corner of his eye he spotted a broken conveyer belt for luggage. "There we go," Ben said as Laura nuzzled her face in his neck and inhaled deeply. When Laura breathed in Ben's scent a vision came back to her. The vision of her and some girls waiting for a plane in the terminal she was just at. She began to tremble. "Oh baby, what's wrong? You're shaking like a leaf." Ben asked as he held her tighter and walked toward the conveyor belt. "What happened to me, Ben?" She asked as he set her down on the black belt. "I don't know where to begin Laura," Ben answered as he caressed her face with his hands on either side of her cheeks. He continued, "What's the last thing you remember before you saw me and Max?" "I remember talking to Emma, she said she was going to go get some food and go for a walk while we waited for our luggage," Laura answered, still trembling. Now she was more confused than ever as she remembered telling Ben she was waiting for him, but then in the next breath said she was here with Emma. "Do you remember where you came from with Emma?" Ben asked, not wanting to throw too many questions at her. "Yes, I had come here from Florida, but what I don't remember is how I got to Florida. I even had an apartment and a job. That's where I met Max, he came in to get a loan." Laura said confused, as she rubbed her forehead and then continued. "I've been seeing things in my head, just visions of things that seemed familiar, but I couldn't place them." Laura paused to catch her breath. "Why was I in Florida in the first place? When I left here I was with my girlfriends and we were headed to the Bahamas. Right?" Before Laura could continue Ben began asking her more questions. "What do you remember about me? About us?" "I remember," she paused again. "I remember," she continued as fear covered her face. "Oh God I remember coming here with my friends, saying goodbye to you and then getting on a plane and going to Chicago. We missed our plane and had to take a later flight. After that things are a blur. Where are my friends?" Laura asked as goose bumps covered all visible flesh and she began to tremble again. "Oh God Ben, what happened to me?" she concluded. "Are you sure you want to go through this now?" Ben asked as he held her close, one hand on her back and the other on the back of her head smoothing her hair. "Yes," she replied pulling away from Ben and looked in his eyes. "Yes you were here, but it was quite a while ago. Your girlfriends wanted to take you on a girls' weekend before our wedding. You did miss your flight and had to take a different one and then that plane crashed in the ocean. You were the only survivor." Ben paused to let the information register in Laura's brain. She began to cry as she listened to his words. She remembered the flight that took her friends and she began to sob. "Oh my God Ben, I was so scared. I remember waking up in a hospital, but nothing looked familiar. I couldn't remember anything except my name." Laura told Ben all about her visions and Dr. Stone and how he tried to help her. "It was his suggestion that I come back here to see if it would help me remember anything. I'm so glad he had me do this." Laura added as she leaned into Ben's arms and sobbed again. "Oh Ben, Please don't hate me for ruining our wedding plans," she sobbed. "I know now that you couldn't help yourself. At first I thought you had this planned all along because you didn't want to get married..." Ben trailed off as tears filled his eyes once again. Laura pulled from his chest, wiped the tears from his eyes and with a desire in her stare that he remembered oh so well, she pulled him to her and initiated a passionate kiss; a kiss that soon had him forgetting where he was as he laid her back against the conveyor belt and returned her kiss. "Oh God! I've missed you baby. I'm so glad you're finally home with me," Ben said barely breaking the connection with her lips. Laura didn't answer verbally, but Ben knew she was happy to finally be back in his arms as well when he felt her erect nipples press against his chest. Her hands groped at his back and ass. She was on fire and he was eager to help her extinguish the blaze. The position she was in inhibited her full contact with Ben's body and she scooted so she was lying on the belt, her head toward the opening where the luggage was placed on the belt from the outside. Ben never lost contact with her lips as she moved and when she had finished squirming he pressed his body fully against hers. A slight moan escaped her lips as she felt Ben's hard shaft against her pelvis, her hips ground into his. "Ben, Take me," she breathed into his mouth as their tongues danced to the rhythm of their kiss. "Oh God baby! Whatever you want," Ben replied as he broke their kiss and started to slowly unbutton her shirt. "Now Ben!" Laura pleaded. Her hands left his back and she slid them off his sides to her shirt lifting it up over her chest. Her hands returned to her stomach and she hurriedly unfastened the button on her jeans, pulling her zipper down. Her hips never stopped teasing Ben as she assisted him with her clothing. Ben pushed off her slightly. He braced his body with his right hand as he pulled her shirt off her shoulders and then lifted her bra over her breasts, exposing her very aroused nipples and full breasts. Ben stared in awe at her as his heartbeat quickened. He just couldn't take his eyes off her. "Suck on them Ben," she pleaded without hesitation and then arched her back and pressed her breasts into his face. "Mmmm, I love it when you get wild, baby!" Ben said to her as he leaned in to tease her nipple with the tip of his tongue, which caused her to arch even more. Their bodies writhed against the other as he suckled one nipple then the other and back to the first. Ben gently bit down and then slid his teeth against the firmness of her erect buds, driving her crazy for more of him. "Fuck me!" she whispered with heavy breath. Ben ignored her, hoping to hear her say it again. "Ohhh, Ben! Fuck me please!" She voiced again, her voice deep and breathless. Ben couldn't make her wait any longer and he reluctantly released his suction of her hard nipple with a pop and then slid down her thighs, his hands never leaving her flesh. He quickly tugged at the waistline of her pants and removed her pants and panties at the same time. Laura's moans became louder when Ben pulled his jeans off as well, revealing his rigid member. With his jeans around his ankles he parted Laura's legs. He placed one leg on either side of his shoulders and pulled her closer to his throbbing shaft. She slid her legs off his shoulders and clenched them around his waist and then she crossed her ankles behind his back and pulled him in. She gasped when the mushroom shaped head rubbed against her wet pussy. "Ohhh Yes!" Laura thrust her hips into Ben's. She was so wet and hot for him that the slightest movement caused his shaft to slide in easily. Laura wanted more of him as she began the thrusting motion once again, but Ben wanted to feel her muscles convulse around him a bit longer before he satisfied her need of him. The Journey Home Ch. 04 Once again, Ben heard her plea, "Fuck me baby! Fuck me hard!" Laura's words and her wetness forced Ben to lift her ass and drive his cock deeper, harder. His thrusts were slow and steady to start, but he quickly turned into a wild man as his rhythm gained momentum and he drove into her hard and fast. Because he'd been away from her for so long, it only took a few strokes from her tight cavern for him to feel his thick fluid boil deep within his tender sac. A few more thrusts triggered the portion of his brain that controls ecstasy and he ejaculated his seed deep into her convulsing sex. "Arrrrgh!" Ben growled as her muscles clenched his shaft and milked his throbbing head dry as she reached her own orgasm. Their bodies bucked against the other as they tried to lengthen the orgasmic pleasures, the long awaited stimulation; however their exhausted bodies slowed and soon Ben collapsed over Laura. Their breathing erratic, their loins covered in perspiration from the heated desire; they lay there for a while caressing the other as their strength returned. ^^^ Emma walked toward the ticket counter, pushing customers out of her way to ask the attendant if he had seen Laura get up. "No, ma'am, I'm sorry I didn't see anything. I just arrived a few minutes ago and there wasn't anyone sitting over there that matches her description." The young man said and then returned to his work. As Emma walked away the young man suggested she report the situation to the guard on duty and directed her that way. Emma, now distraught, walked into the security office and waited for someone to talk to her. "Good afternoon ma'am. How can I help you?" The guard behind the big metal desk asked. Emma anxiously tried to explain her situation to the guard. "Well I need to report a missing person," she said and then continued to ramble on. "Whoa, hey lady slow down. Let's start from the beginning a little slower this time," the guard told Emma as he handed her a cup of hot coffee and sat in his metal chair behind his desk. Once Emma calmed down enough she told the guard the entire story of Laura's health and the fact that now She's missing. He immediately picked up his radio and informed other guards to keep an eye out for Laura. Emma filled out a report and then gave the guard her cell phone number and jotted down the number for security in case she found Laura before they did. The guard tried his best to console Emma as she sat to collect her thoughts. "Shit, I should probably call Dr. Tate to let him know what's happened," she said to herself as she pulled her cell phone from her pocket and dialed the number she programmed while in Dr. Stone's office. "Hello Dr. Tate, this is Emma from Dr. Stone's office in Florida. Laura and I are at the airport in Michigan now. We have to wait for our luggage, but I've some bad news." She said and paused to drink a sip of her coffee, but then continued. "I needed to step away from Laura to get some food and just plain take a walk because I was going stir crazy. Anyway, when I returned she was gone." Emma paused again to catch her breath but was interrupted by Dr. Tate. "You mean to tell me you left that poor defenseless woman alone in the airport and you just walked off?" Emma panicked at the sound of his voice and had to explain her actions so he wouldn't think of her as a horrible person and phone Dr. Stone with the information. Emma spoke again, "Oh no sir. It wasn't like that. You see, she was sleeping and one of the flight attendants that we met on our flight said she had to wait for her next plane and she offered to keep an eye on Laura for me. Laura knew I was going for a walk and she said she was okay with it and that's when she decided to take a nap. When I received the message from the attendant that she had to go but left instructions for another attendant regarding Laura, I rushed back, but by the time I arrived she was gone." Emma began to weep into the phone and asked Dr. Tate not to inform her boss of the situation. "I'll answer to him if we don't find her soon," she said as Dr. Tate agreed. ^^^ Max stood outside for quite some time and found it difficult getting a cab. Every time he would see one and wave it down a woman with unruly children or an elderly couple would approach and he would end up giving them his cab. He returned to the concourse to grab a bite to eat. As he passed the information desk he overheard two women and a police officer discussing a missing person. Max slowed his stride and listened in on the conversation when he heard the woman say the name Laura. The flight attendant had returned from her duties, which forced her to leave Laura under the watch of another attendant. When she noticed that Laura and Emma were gone she wished them well to herself. Famished now, after only having peanuts and soda on the plane she needed something more substantial and headed for the sandwich shop. On her way she ran into Emma who had just walked out of the security office. "Oh excuse me miss." Betty said as she stepped back to apologize. "Oh no, it's quite alright. I should watch more closely to where I'm walking." Emma said as she turned to apologize herself. "Oh hi Betty, how was your flight?" she asked, as she looked up at Betty. Betty could tell Emma was quite upset and she pulled her aside. "Did Laura get off okay?" she asked Emma. "Oh. I guess you haven't heard." Emma said, not quite as frantic as before but still visibly upset. After learning that Laura was missing Betty took Emma to the security station to report the incident to the police. "I think it's best if we take advantage of all our options," Betty said as she walked up to the security booth with Emma and together they worked on locating Laura. Max wasn't sure he wanted to tell them he knew where Laura was because of the look in Ben's eyes when he last saw him. He knew full well that the expression of Ben's face was that of desire. "The poor guy finally found the woman of his dreams and I think it's best for them to have some privacy," he thought to himself as he walked over to a row of chairs near the security station; close enough to hear, yet far enough so it wouldn't be obvious he was eavesdropping. He grabbed the newspaper that was on the chair beside him, opened it and held it up so he could see over the top. Max listened to the conversation. Emma was still frantic as she waited by the door near the desk for Dr. Tate. The flight attendant remained at the desk and she leaned against it as she talked to the guard and policeman. Shortly after he arrived the guard walked away only to return a few minutes later with some hand held radios. He gave one to the attendant and then walked over to the door and gave one to Emma. Emma felt her cell phone vibrating. She reached in her pocket, pulled it out and then with a flick of her thumb the phone was opened and she brought it to her ear before she answered it, "Hello?" Max watched intently as Emma spoke on her phone and Betty talked with the guard. Shortly after Emma answered her phone a tall man in a white lab coat walked through the door that led to the concourse. He walked toward Emma. "Hello, Emma?" he asked, as she closed her cell phone and returned it to her pocket. Even with Laura's disappearance Emma couldn't help but be distracted when Dr. Tate walked up to her. "Um- yes." She said as she cleared her throat and then continued. "You must be Dr. Tate." "Yes," he replied and then continued. "I came as fast as I could. I was at the hospital doing my rounds when I received your first call. I had to finish my rounds and then as I was about to hit the showers and change I received your second call so I aborted the shower idea and headed straight here. The traffic is a bitch at this time of day, but I'm here. How can I help?" She pictured a much older man than the handsome one that stood before her. She couldn't tell his physique through the white doctor's coat, but by his facial features and hands she figured he took great care of his health. His dark wavy hair was quite short in front, but hit his collar in the back. His mustache was trimmed perfectly. "Mmm, how that would feel against my pussy," she thought to herself. "So fill me in on what's happened since we last spoke," Dr. Tate said, shaking Emma from her fantasy. Emma directed the doctor to the information desk and introduced him to the officer, the guard and Betty, the flight attendant that had been so helpful to her. Max, still watching on the sidelines perked up when Dr. Tate walked in and spoke to Emma. He didn't pay much attention to Betty before, but when she turned to greet Dr. Tate, he was smitten. Betty stood between Dr. Tate and Emma. Her face nicely tanned and her golden brown hair framed her sexy cheekbones. Max was a big fan of sexy cheekbones and it was apparent when he adjusted his trousers, which allowed more room for the bulge that instantaneously developed the moment he saw Betty's face. As the police officer arranged a search party he turned to Emma and asked, "Are all these folks with you?" Emma turned to see who was behind her and then she turned back to the officer and replied, "No sir, only these two," as she pointed to Betty and the doctor and continued. "This is Dr. Tate from Beaumont hospital and this is Betty, she was the flight attendant from our flight. She watched Laura while I went to grab a bite to eat and stretch my legs." Emma inhaled deeply when she finished speaking and then let it out slowly to calm her rapid heartbeat. Dr. Tate could tell she was still upset and tried to clam her when he placed his hand on her back. Little did he know he was only making things worse; well not worse, he just gave her a different kind of stress. Knowing he was so close, so handsome and he was making her so hot, but they still had to find Laura first. "Okay, this is what we're going to do," the officer started and the continued when he was certain he had everyone's attention. "We're going to split up in groups. I'll go with you Emma and Betty will team up with the doctor." The officer directed and then he handed Betty a map of the locations he wanted them to search. Emma wasn't about to let Betty go off with her doctor. She nudged Betty and told her to go with the police officer. Betty glanced at Emma confused, but when Emma winked she knew exactly what was happening. Betty walked up to the officer and suggested they be a team and told him that Emma had been all around this airport and she knows her way around. She also said it would be best so the doctor could discuss Laura's past with her as they searched. When Max heard their plans he stood from his chair and quickly walked toward the escalator and headed down to the luggage area where he had last seen Ben and Laura. "I must let them know what's happening up there," he said under his breath as he took the escalator stairs two at a time. Max reached the bottom and began to look for Ben. He had to walk around a bit because he hadn't seen them right away. As soon as he turned the corner he spotted them. Not quite the way he had hoped to find them, but this was too important to worry about minor details such as clothing or lack there of. As Max neared he cleared his voice, "Ahem," and again a little louder this time, "AHEM!" Ben was startled by a voice from behind him and he jumped off Laura and almost fell to the floor as his knees buckled beneath him. He tried to cover Laura, but it was too late, they were discovered. When he regained his composure and covered his now flaccid shaft with his hands he looked up again and saw Max standing before him trying not to stare at Laura in all her glory, as she lay still naked on the black conveyor belt. "What the fuck man?" Ben said with anger in his voice. To be continued... The Journey Home Ch. 05 "Sorry to disturb you two, but I thought you should know that there's a search party out here looking for your woman!" Max said, concerned and then he turned away not wanting to make Laura feel any more uncomfortable that she probably did already. "Oh, thanks man." Ben said, ashamed for being so rough on Max. Ben turned to give Laura her clothes and then pulled up his jeans, zipped them and fastened the belt buckle before bending down to get his shirt that had fallen to the floor. Ben finished dressing and walked a few steps away from Laura as she finished dressing. "What's going on up there now, Max?" Ben asked quietly. "Like I said, they formed a search party to look for Laura. That nurse Emma is distraught because she thinks Laura took off. I don't know what they'll do if they see you with her like this." Max said, pausing to catch his breath and then he continued. "I tried to hold them off as long as I could, but if I don't say something soon I could be held as an accessory. I suggest you get her dressed and get out of here. Go upstairs and get a bite to eat or something and then I'll let them know I saw her and she is safe." Ben waited for Laura to finish dressing and then told her they had to go back upstairs. On the way toward the escalator he told her that her nurse and doctor along with a cop and Betty had formed a search party for her. "I don't think any of them would appreciate finding you in the situation you were just in." Ben said, grabbing her hand as they stepped on the escalator. Ben continued as they neared he top, "Max suggested that we go get something to eat. Are you hungry?" he asked her. "Of course I'm hungry. Can I eat you?" she said in a sly voice and then gave Ben a cute wink. Ben should have been prepared for her answer, but was distracted by the search party information Max delivered. "That sounds wonderful, but right now I'm referring to food." he stated and then winked back at her. "Well, if that's the way it has to be then soup and a sandwich sounds good right about now," she answered and they headed down the concourse to the sandwich shop. Laura hadn't had a vision since she recognized Ben, but when she walked into the shop tears filled her eyes. She pulled her hand from Ben's and ran out of the small eatery. "I can't eat there," she sobbed. Ben had no idea, but that's the same place she had lunch with her girlfriends when her nightmare first began. Ben calmed her fears and said they would go eat someplace else. As they walked in search of another place to eat they were spotted by Betty. "Oh my God! It's her!" Betty said with excitement in her voice. "Where?" asked the cop. "Right over there!" she squeaked excitedly, as she pointed to the other side of the concourse and continued. "She's with a man and they're walking away from the sandwich shop. Do you see her now?" Betty asked as she began walking their way. Betty and the officer were approaching Ben and Laura quickly. When Betty thought she was close enough for Laura to hear her she called out, "Laura! Hey Laura wait up!" Everyone within earshot stopped and stared at Betty except for Ben and Laura; who were in their own little world as they walked and talked, holding hands. Betty walked faster as she dragged the police officer behind her weaving through the oncoming crowd. "Flight 458 to Miami now boarding at gate three," was heard over the intercom and the concourse traffic increased as Betty tried to catch up with Laura. "Will you just slow down and stop pulling my arm!" The officer shouted to Betty, who immediately stopped in her tracks. She turned to look the officer in his face, "There's no need to shout," she said, with a slight tone of anger in her voice. "Well just slow down a bit, okay? I'll keep my eyes on them for you." The officer said as he stepped up beside her and they began to walk side by side through the crowd. "She doesn't appear to be in any danger," the officer said as they continued weaving through the crowd. ^^^ Ben and Laura, still looking for a nice place to eat, decided to check out concourse B. They had been up and down concourse A and either they didn't want to eat at a particular eatery or the line was too long and neither felt like waiting. As they walked they noticed the sign overhead and an arrow that directed the way to concourse B. When they got to the sign, they turned and walked to the escalator that took them to the second level. As they neared the top Laura took another step, now standing in front of Ben. They immediately saw where they wanted to eat and simultaneously said, "Hey, Look! They have a Fuddruckers here," as they pointed to the sign above the entrance to the hamburger shop across from the escalator. Laura stepped off first, pulled Ben's arm and teasingly said, "C'mon slowpoke, I'm starving!" Once inside, Ben told Laura to go save a booth and he would bring her food. She agreed and then told him what she wanted. "Can you get me a medium swiss melt with a strawberry malt and fries?" "Sure thing baby, whatever you want," Ben said as Laura walked over to a booth in the corner. Ben walked up to the counter and placed his order. "I'll have two swiss melts, two fries, a chocolate shake and a strawberry malt," Ben said as the cashier punched his order into the computer. "Will that be all sir?" the girl asked as she looked up and smiled a cute little smile. "Oh wait!" he said, almost forgetting Laura's favorite dessert here. "Give me two white chocolate macadamia cookies and one brownie with that," he added. Just before the cashier told him the cost Laura ran up to him and asked him to get her a cookie. "Already taken care of sweetheart," Ben said as he turned to kiss Laura's cheek. Ben waited at the counter for his food and Laura returned to the booth she saved a few minutes earlier. It was only a few minutes until Ben had their food and brought it back to the booth. He slid in beside Laura and she turned her entire body to face him. She leaned in to return his kiss and then smiled sweetly at him. "C'mon now. You didn't actually think I would forget your favorite dessert did you?" he asked her as he took the food off the tray and placed it on the table. Laura didn't respond except for another smile as she turned back in her seat to face the table and thought to herself, "He's so damn sweet. I'm so lucky to have him." As they ate, Laura wondered to herself why everyone was looking for her. "Ben, did I do something wrong?" she asked him after swallowing the bite of food in her mouth. As Ben chewed then swallowed his food she continued, "Why is everyone searching for me?" Ben reminded her of the plane ride from Florida and why she was there, then said, "When we finish eating we will watch for them so we can end all this and finally get you home where you belong." ^^^ "Oh damn, what the hell is going on in there?" the officer questioned half to himself and half out loud as he and Betty passed one of the little shops in concourse A. "I have to check this out," he said to Betty as he let go of her hand and walked into the shop. A confrontation between a customer and the sales clerk broke out when the customer wanted to return a soiled shirt he said he purchased a few hours ago, but didn't have the receipt. "Do you need help miss?" the officer asked as he stood beside the clerk at the counter. "Well officer, this man states he purchased this shirt here a while ago and now he wants his money back," the woman said as she held up the soiled shirt and then continued. "I told him he needs to have the original receipt to return anything in here and then I took a closer look at the shirt and discovered it isn't even one that we sell here." "I'll take care of it from here miss," the officer said as he escorted the man out of the store and told him to either get to his departure gate or get out of the airport and then he called security to follow the man. Once the guard arrived, Betty and the officer continued their search for Laura. In all the confusion they had lost sight of her. ^^^ Emma and Dr. Tate were asked to start their search in the baggage claim area of the airport and as they left the security desk they headed down the escalator. There wasn't much to see down there when they reached the bottom. Emma walked one way while Dr. Tate walked the other and they met back where they started. "This is useless," Emma said and then started to rub her temple. "Oh my, it appears as if you are suffering from a stress headache," Dr. Tate said as he approached and then sat beside her, his hand on her back. "No shit Sherlock," she thought to herself, not looking at him. Emma just wanted this whole ordeal to be over so she could go to a hotel, head right for the bathroom and fill the tub with the hottest water her skin could tolerate and then soak for hours. "We should probably get moving again," Dr. Tate suggested as he stood and reached for Emma's hand helping her to her feet. They headed back up the escalator and when they reached the top they headed back to concourse A. They walked half of the concourse and located the walkway to concourse B and C. Turning at the walkway they headed toward the other shops and services to continue their search. "So tell me a little about Laura," Dr. Tate asked. "What would you like to know, Dr. Tate?" Emma replied and before he could speak she continued. "I can't tell you much, but I do know she was the sole survivor of a plane crash several months ago. When she was brought to us she was unconscious. She came to about five days after her admittance and all she could tell us was her first name." Emma paused as she reached in her pocket for a tissue. After she wiped her nose and the tear that formed in her eye as she recalled Laura's first days; confused and lost she continued to tell Dr. Tate of Laura's accomplishments after she was released from the hospital. "So now you're here in hopes that she will remember her past and make sense of all the visions she'd had?" Dr. Tate questioned. ^^^ As Ben and Laura ate their burgers, Laura recalled a memory of eating at the same joint, but a different location when on a date with Ben before they went off to college. "I remember that day," Ben said and then he continued after he drank the last of his shake. "You had the same burger you ordered today and when you sipped your malt some of the whipped cream stuck to the tip of your nose and I had the pleasure of removing it for you!" Laura laughed as that vision returned to her. "Are you about done?" she asked after she stopped giggling. "Yep," he replied and then gathered the wrappers and empty drink cups from the table and placed them on the tray. He stood and helped Laura to her feet and she followed him towards the door, her hand around his waist and head on his chest as he tossed the trash and returned the tray to the stack on top of the bin. Ben held Laura close as they left. "I wonder if Max made it home yet," Ben said as he grabbed his cell phone from his belt and looked at it to check the time. As Ben started to put the phone back in his belt Laura suggested he call Max and make sure things are okay. Ben agreed and dialed Max's number. One ring, then another followed by a third and just when Ben was preparing what he would say in the voice mail Max answered, "Hello?" "Hey Max, it's Ben. Just checking to see if you made it home yet," Ben said as he snuggled closer to Laura. "Home? Oh I'm still at the airport. It was rough trying to get a cab so I decided to just wait it out for the mad rush to end. I'm hoping I run into that flight attendant from Laura's flight. She's a real looker ya know," Max said. "Where ya at?" Ben asked and without waiting for an answer he continued. "We should meet for a drink!" As Ben listened to Max give his location, he and Laura stopped walking and stood near the entrance of the coffee shop a few doors down from where they had eaten. ^^^ Emma, just about to answer Dr. Tate's question, looked up and bumped right into a man who stood near the entrance of a coffee shop. "Oh excuse me sir. I should watch more closely where I'm walking," Emma said as she looked at the man's back, not recognizing him. The man stood beside a woman and she also had her back to Emma. When Ben had Max's location he told Laura. "Okay that sounds fun," she said and she began to look around the concourse for the lounge. The woman's voice startled Emma from her embarrassment of bumping the man in front of her. She nudged Dr. Tate in his ribs and whispered, "That sure sounds like Laura's voice. I don't know who the gentleman is, but I'm certain that's Laura." When she finished talking to Dr. Tate she slowly walked around the couple to stand in front of them, not wanting to startle Laura and when she looked up again, her suspicion was correct. "Laura?" What's going on here? Where have you been? We've been looking all over for you." "Oh Emma, I'm sorry, we seemed to have lost track of time," she said and then introduced Ben. Emma, very angry with Laura, but thankful at the same time that she was safe reached in her pocket, took out her cell phone and opened it with a flick of her thumb. She dialed the number the security desk gave her and asked the guard to call off the search for Laura as she informed him Laura was standing right in front of her. Emma pulled Laura to the side and scolded her for taking off like she did and then hugged her. "You had us scarred to death," Emma said and then continued, as she put her cell phone back in her pocket. "We've been looking for you for hours!" Dr. Tate walked over to Emma and Laura, introduced himself and then told Laura he wanted to check her out briefly as he pulled out the stethoscope he had in the pocket of his lab coat. Right there in the concourse he took Laura's vitals and began to ask her a ton of questions. Laura answered most of them without hesitation. "Well, she seems fine," he told Emma and then continued. "She knows what day it is and says the man she's with is Ben, her fiancé. She said she remembers the crash and losing her friends." Dr. Tate talked with Emma and Laura for quite a while before Emma's cell phone vibrated in her pocket. She took it out and answered it. She walked a few feet away so she could talk in private and not disturb Dr. Tate and Laura. A few minutes later she returned to Laura's side and told them Betty and the police officer would be there shortly. Ben stood in silence as the doctor observed Laura's movements and her recollections. Emma, unsure what she should do next, phoned Dr. Stone in Florida. "Hello Dr. Stone. This is Emma. I have fabulous news," she said, with excitement in her voice and continued after a deep breath. "Well Emma, it's good to hear from you. Are you still at the airport? I thought you would be at your hotel by now." Dr. Stone said. "Well we ran into some problems with our luggage, but honestly I'm glad we had to wait," Emma said. She didn't want to get into the details of losing Laura and having to call Dr. Tate for assistance. "Did I hear you say you had good news Emma?" Dr. Stone asked. There was a moment of silence and the doctor continued. "What is the good news?" "Laura has her memory back again!" Emma said excitedly and then paused to catch her breath. "I don't think you are experienced enough yet to make that call nurse," Dr. Stone voiced, concerned. Emma not paying any attention to him continued, "She ran into Ben here. You remember the man that came to your office and inquired about Laura? Well, he followed her back to Michigan, but on a different flight and he saw her asleep in a chair where we departed our plane. I had gone to check on our baggage and when I returned she was gone." After another deep breath, her hands trembled from fear of another scolding she moved the phone to her other ear and continued again. "Anyway, to make a long story short, I'd like to know what I should do next." "Is Dr. Tate with you now?" Dr. Stone asked. "Yes he's right here, I'll put him on. Excuse me Dr. Tate, Dr. Stone would like to speak with you," she said and handed him the phone and then walked back to Laura and Ben. "It'll be over very soon and we can all get out of here," she concluded with a hand on Laura's shoulder. "Hello, Tate speaking," Dr. Tate said, as he put the phone to his ear and walked a few steps from Emma. "Well hello Samuel, what does the situation look like to you? I must tell you, I do trust Ben and his love for Laura is not one we see everyday. If it were just up to me I would have to say let her go with him, but then again I'm not there and can't see things for myself. I will however, trust your judgment on this. Do you think Laura appears happy to be with Ben?" Dr. Stone said and then paused to hear Dr. Tate's response. "Well, I would have to agree with you Paul," Dr. Tate said to Dr. Stone and then he continued. "They both appear very happy and very much in love. If I hadn't known about her symptoms before I met her a few minutes ago I would never have known she suffered from amnesia. I say it's okay for her to leave with Ben right now if that's her wish." "Well, that's it then, but I will let Emma tell them. Can you put her back on the phone please?" Dr. Stone asked. Dr. Tate walked back toward Emma, Ben and Laura and handed Emma the cell phone, "He wants to speak with you again." Dr. Tate said with a grin toward Laura before he turned his head slightly and winked at Emma. Dr. Tate stepped aside when Emma began to talk. He looked down at Laura and smiled again, giving her the thumbs up signal to let her know everything was okay. Laura overheard Emma say goodbye to Dr. Stone and waited anxiously for his answer. Emma closed her cell phone and put it back in her pocket as she walked back over to the others who stood in a group and patiently awaited the news from Florida. "Well Laura, it seems today is your lucky day. I just got off the phone with Dr. Stone and it's his belief as well as Dr. Tate's that you are over your amnesia and you may leave the airport with Ben any time you guys wish." Emma said with a smile and then continued. "Dr. Stone would like for you to visit Dr. Tate's office as soon as you get settled so we can track your progress though." "Oh thank you," Laura said as she bounced slightly, thrilled to her core. "I will definitely make an appointment first thing Monday morning," she told Emma. After a brief pause she changed the time to late afternoon when she remembered she had to start her new job that morning. Emma told Laura she would be the last appointment for the day so she could tell them how her day went as well as the coming week. "So, we'll see you at five thirty Laura. I'll call Ben and let him know the address and give him the phone number," she said and then toward Laura and gave her a hug. Ben held out his right hand for her to shake, but she opted for a hug from him as well. Emma wished them both well as they walked toward the exit doors. Excited that everything was over and they were now free to leave, Ben called Max and cancelled their meeting, telling Max; "I'm just going to take her home now. I'll talk to ya later." Ben led Laura through the concourse and into the parking lot as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. He removed it and flipped it open, holding it with one hand as he searched through it with his free hand. "Now where the hell did I write my parking number?" he questioned, somewhat to himself. Laura just giggled and slid her arm around his waist as they walked in search of his car. ^^^ "Well Emma, now that Laura's taken care of what are your plans? Are you going to fly back to Florida now or will you be staying for a few days?" Dr Tate asked as he pulled her into him, a look of want on his face. The Journey Home Ch. 05 "I'm going to stay in Michigan for a few weeks because Dr. Stone wants me to keep an eye on Laura for a while, just to make sure she's okay, remember?" Emma told Dr. Tate with a big smile as she pulled in closer to him. "Fabulous!" Dr. Tate said and then added, "Emma, do me a favor and stop all this Dr. Tate crap unless we are with a patient, okay? Please call me Samuel." He said as he pulled her in for a sweet kiss on her cheek. "Now we should think about getting you a hotel room. Do you have a preference?" "Only two," Emma said, as Samuel looked at her with a raised eyebrow and a smile. "And they would be?" he asked. "I prefer a non-smoking room and I also prefer to be as close to you as I can possibly get," she responded with greater excitement in her tone at her second preference. Samuel was very happy to hear her answer and as they walked toward the exit he put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her as close as he could without making it difficult to walk. "Oh shoot, our luggage!" Emma exclaimed as a slight giggle escaped her lips. Samuel turned abruptly and led Emma downstairs to the baggage claim. They walked over to the conveyer belt that held the luggage and as the bags passed Emma watched intently. "Hey there's one," she said as she pointed across the belt. "Aha! There's number two and finally the third one," she said as she pointed out her luggage and Samuel picked them up. "Oh we should probably get Laura's as well. You don't mind do you? I'm certain she forgot about them." They returned to the street level as Samuel pulled the cart of luggage behind him. Once again they headed toward the exit. "It's a good thing I have the minivan," Samuel said with a smirk as he loaded all the bags and boxes into the back. When the last bag was loaded, Emma returned the cart to the entrance. "I'll take it from here miss," the security guard said as he took the cart from her. Emma quickly walked back to Samuel's minivan. He was waiting for her and opened the passenger door as she approached. After both were secured they were on their way. ^^^ Emma and Samuel, as well as Ben and Laura were already headed to I94. Neither of them thought of calling Betty to update her on the situation. At this particular moment they only had one thing on their minds, which was getting someplace private so they can get acquainted; or in Ben and Laura's case, reacquainted. ^^^ Betty and the officer were at their wits end when they couldn't locate Ben or Laura and hadn't seen any signs of Emma or the doctor. Betty, very tired now asked if they could sit for a while. "I've been on my feet all day," she added. As Betty relaxed with her feet up on the chair beside her the officer slid his radio from his belt and attempted to talk to the guards at the security desk. "Damn batteries," the officer said, as he pushed the buttons on the radio for a second time, with no luck. "Okay, you rest while I go check in at the security desk. Hopefully they've heard something by now. I'd like to get home to my wife and kids sometime tonight," he said, somewhat upset as he walked away from the chairs. "Hey Betty," Max said as he walked her way. "What are you still doing here?" She smiled briefly at him as she wondered how he knew her name. She couldn't place him. He walked up to her, sat in the seat beside her and introduced himself. "Hello, I'm Max. I'm am the investigator Ben hired to find Laura when she didn't return from her trip." Max paused, stretched in the chair and then continued. "You look exhausted. Bet you're glad that nurse finally found Ben and Laura, so now you can go home and relax." Shocked at the news Max gave her; she jolted upright in her seat and starred at him with a questioning look on her face. "What? How do you know that?" she asked him. "Well, I just got a call from Ben and in all the excitement he said he forgot to get his bag and asked me if I would go get it for him. I told him sure, that it wasn't a problem." Max said as he starred in Betty's eyes and grinned. "Well you seem like a nice friend, Ben is quite a lucky guy to have a friend like you," she replied as she continued the stare and readjusted her legs so she could look at him without being twisted in her chair. "It was no big deal," Max said and then continued. "Besides, now I get the opportunity to get to know you and thank you for taking such good care of Laura earlier." Betty blushed at his words, broke the stare and glanced at the ground as she slid her palms over her uniform nervously. Max stood from his chair and moved in front of her and she lifted her head to look at him again. "Is your shift finished for the day?" Max asked, as he reached out his hand to hers. "Yes, actually I was finished hours ago, but didn't want to leave a passenger in a crisis." Betty stated, referring to Emma and Laura and then continued. "I volunteered my services for the search because I knew what Laura looked like and it was partly my fault that she had gone missing." When Max asked Betty about her shift she felt a twinge between her thighs, her heart started pounding and her palms were damp with sweat. "Who is this man and why is he affecting me like this?" She wondered to herself as their eyes locked once more. "Well, now that Ben and Laura are together again my job has ended here. I was going to head home but figured with all the great places to eat here I might as well grab a bite to eat before I go. I was hoping you'd join me Betty." Max stated, as he placed his hand on hers. Jolts surged through them both as their eyes locked and hearts pounded. Betty stood and straightened her uniform and then clasped her hand in Max's. "What would you like to eat?" She asked him Max's answer was read through his eyes and Betty thought she had better reword the question and once again she asked, "Where would you like to eat, Max?" He placed his hand on her shoulder and turned her slightly so she was facing a jet on the tarmac and then he bent his head slightly just above her ear and whispered, "I'd love to be alone with you while we eat." His breath upon her neck elicited a soft moan from her and she melted into him, her head tilted slightly to reveal more of her neck and Max dove in for a tender suckle. "Mmmm, Yes! I have been waiting all day to do this to you, to hold you and feel your soft skin against mine, mmmm; to inhale your sweet scent, to devour you with more than my eyes. So, what do you say?" he asked as he inhaled her scent and tickled her soft neck with his tender kisses. Betty's reply wasn't verbal, yet Max knew exactly what she meant as she grabbed his hand and pulled him through the concourse toward gate A5. On the way, she stopped at Hungry Howies for a pizza to go. With the pizza balanced in her hand she headed toward the gate. "We can go in here," Betty said and then continued, "It's not scheduled for another 5 hours." Betty pulled Max through the tunnel that led to the jet. Once inside she tossed the pizza down on the aisle seat and backed Max up against the door to the restroom. "Oh Max!" She said, as her body squirmed against his. "I don't know what it is about you, but I want you! I need you right now!" She exclaimed, her voice panting heavily with desire. Max, breathless himself, grabbed her and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Their lips met hard, open mouthed. Their tongues danced around the others' with their feverish kiss. His hands on her back made their way down across her bottom and pulled her skirt hem up to her waist. All the while, their lips never parted. As Max tended to Betty's skirt, she grabbed at the buckle on his belt and pulled back and forth. Her head was spinning, her heart pounding and she was becoming frustrated that his buckle would not give way. "Shit!" she whispered as she continued to yank on his belt. "Here, let me get that for you sweetheart," Max said, his voice calm as he moved her hands from the strap to his waist. In no time Max had his belt loosened and his jeans unfastened. Betty returned her hands to his jeans and tugged them down. Fortunately for her they slid easily down his muscular thighs and soon dropped to his ankles and he stepped out of them and kicked them to the back of the jet. The jet Betty had chosen was equipped with new seats that reclined and when Max had his jeans off she guided him toward the back and pushed him down into the seat. "Grrrrr! I love aggressive women! Don't stop baby." He growled as she straddled his thighs and reached for the button to recline the seat and then lifted the armrest that separated the two seats. She then climbed over and released the latch for the second seat and reclined that one as well. When she was finished she stretched out over the seats and motioned for Max to join her as she began to unbutton her blouse. Although Max was in a hurry, he wanted the privilege of undressing her all to himself. He grabbed her wrists and brought her hands over her head. "Don't move them!" he whispered, as his hands slid down her arms and onto her chest. "Oh my God! You are so beautiful," he said, as he slowly unbuttoned each button on her blouse and then pulled it from the waistband of her skirt still bunched up around her waist. Once her blouse was loose he slid his hands under the collar over her bare shoulders and pushed the garment away. She pulled her arms out as the blouse fell. Max sat back and admired her beauty for a moment then leaned in and with feather light kisses at her stomach he kissed toward her aching breasts. He devoured one nipple then the other. His hands caressed her hair as her thighs pressed against his loins and he pressed back. "Oh God Max, Don't stop!" was all she said as he feasted upon her swollen nubs. Her breathing quickened and her hips swayed faster as he teased her biting and flicking his tongue against her erect nipples. She scooted toward him in her seat, which caused her pussy to press against his thigh and her hips to buck against him harder. "Make me cum!" she pleaded as she brought her hands from over her head to the back of his head and pushed his face into her chest. "Whoa! Not like this, baby." Max whispered and removed his mouth from her swollen breasts. As he backed away from her to a sitting position and pulled her up to him she smiled a devilish grin and pushed him back to the seat. Before he could get his hands on her again she had maneuvered around and ended up with her knees on either side of his head and her breasts dangled over his stomach. "My turn!" she said as she leaned her head down and brushed her cheek against his rigid shaft and pressed her hips onto his face. No complaints were heard from Max as Betty secured his shaft with her right hand before she lowered her mouth to the throbbing tip. Slowly she traced the underside of the rim and down the underside of the thick shaft. On her way back up she swirled her tongue around a bit feeling each vein on her path. Once at the top she lowered her mouth and took in just the tip; the small glistening slit, and swirled her tongue around it before her lips stretched over the mushroom shaped head and she sucked it deeper. Betty worked his shaft all over as she felt its girth enlarge and stretch her lips even more. As Betty continued her assault on his penis, Max began his assault on her tender inflamed pussy. He worked his tongue up and around the gentle folds of skin and her body writhed against his face showing him she thoroughly enjoyed this torture he delivered. Betty could feel her wetness against Max's chin as he slid his mouth all about her sex. The hair of his mustache tickled her anus when he tilted his head back to breathe before diving in again. His tongue darted forcefully in and out of her slick opening and then would relax as he licked his lips savoring each and every drop. The convulsions soon cascaded through her body starting at her toes as Max brought her to her peak. Just as she was about to orgasm they felt the jet jerk forward and begin to move. "Oh no!" Betty exclaimed as she rose from Max's hips. "I guess the plane isn't grounded after all," she thought to herself as Max pleaded for her to continue. "Ohhh, suck it again baby. Take it all this time! Oh yeah, just like that. Mmmm, you sure do love my cock don't you? Show me how much you want it baby!" Max pleaded breathless and panting. Neither moved from their position when they felt the plane take off, but when they heard the captain's voice announce the flight was safely at an altitude of seven thousand feet and the seat belt sign had been turned off so it was safe to move about the plane. Betty couldn't figure out who's voice it was on the intercom and said she was going to take a look seeing as the plane wasn't scheduled for take off for another two hours. When she neared the cockpit she heard him whistling. She opened the door quietly and without even turning around the pilot said, "It's about time you had yourself some fun! Now go back out there and show that guy what you really got! Hey just give a whistle when you wanna land and I'll take 'er back in." the pilot said with a sly chuckle in his voice. Betty turned around and started to return to her seat "Oh my God! I can't believe he's doing this," she thought to herself. Before she got half way, still out of Max's eyesight she turned around quickly and ran back to the cockpit. She pulled the door open all the way and slipped inside. She walked up behind the pilot and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. "Thanks Jack," she whispered as she slid back out, closed the door and returned to her seat grinning from ear to ear. "Who was that you were talking to Baby? What's going on?" Max asked looking confused and a bit embarrassed because of the situation. "Hey don't worry about anything. Now come follow me!" Betty said seductively as she started walking quickly to the lavatory sign overhead and down the aisle a bit. She opened the door, stepped inside and propped her ass against the sink. She pulled Max in; they were both still naked. Betty pulled him into her and as she pressed her fingers through the hair on his chest she leaned in for an intense kiss. "Fuck me! Max," she breathed heavily as she braced herself against the mirror behind the sink, her hands on either side of the basin. "Mmmmm, I've always wanted to be a member of this club, but we are gonna do it my way if you don't mind!" he said with excitement in his voice. Max lifted Betty from the sink and pulled her into him. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist as he turned and pressed her back against the closed door. His hands left her back and he cupped each cheek of her ass, squeezing tightly as he lifted her against the door so that her pussy was above his throbbing member. The turbulence of the jet made it somewhat difficult for him to position her properly but eventually he managed and when he felt her moist tuft of curls tickle the head of his cock he thrust deep into her quivering cavern. After the initial thrust he knew she fully engulfed his rod and he held her there so her muscles could adjust to the intruder. Once she felt comfortable she began to sway her hips above him and in turn he began to impale her tight slit. "Oh fuck me baby! Mmmm, Yes! Oh so tight and so wet and so God damn sexy." Max said, his voice shaky and deep. He was almost growling the words. This talk had Betty so wet she was dripping every time his shaft left her pussy but reentered before she could ask for more. Max's thrusts and Betty's swaying didn't last for long and soon he impaled her one last time and emptied the contents of his enlarged sac deep into her as her muscles contracted around his spewing cock, milking him dry. Breathless, Max stepped back a step and sat on the toilet seat, Betty still wrapped around him. "Welcome to the mile high club Max!" Betty whispered breathlessly in his ear and then slumped in his arms, her head on his chest as they tried to regain composure. "Damn baby!" Max said, exhausted but continued. "That was amazing, but it ended way too soon for me, what about you?" Betty glanced up at him, her face flushed, her heart pounding out of control, answered him, "I'm ready for more. Are you?" Max tried to stand up in the time cubicle, but with Betty on his lap it was very difficult so she stood to make it easier for him. He pushed her against the wall and pressed his lips against hers. "Oh Betty I want you so damn bad," he breathed and stepped behind her so she was facing the toilet and bent her over. One quick slap against her bare ass made her cringe, partly in pain, but mostly in pleasure. "Oh baby, I want you deep inside me again!" she pleaded. Max positioned himself so his semi erect cock was at her pussy lips and he braced himself. Betty wiggled her ass against him enough that her wetness touched his throbbing cock head and soon he was harder than ever. She teased him for a while as she pushed back against him then leaned forward again. She reached down between her thighs and slid her fingernails over his tender sac and when she felt his pressure at her opening she slid her moist lips over his shaft until her cheeks were against his pelvis. She held that position momentarily as she enjoyed the stimulation of his cock twitching inside her. Max couldn't take it any longer and he grabbed her hips, his fingers clenched her flesh and his thrusting began. Long slow strokes to start but when he felt his sac tighten his pace intensified. He tried so hard to hold back his orgasm until he could sense hers nearing, but he couldn't. He thrust into her twice more and he peaked. His legs trembled and stiffened as he spurt his semen deep inside her tight quivering tunnel. Little did Max know, but Betty was trying to hold out for him and as soon as she felt his legs stiffen she let go. Her legs trembled and weakened and when Max felt her begin to collapse his hands quickly moved from her hips to her waist and he held her up so she could finish her orgasm while he was still inside her. "Oh yeah baby! That's what I was waiting for." Max said as he collapsed over her back, his arms still around her waist. They remained like that for quite some time and when Betty felt her legs strengthen she pushed herself up from the toilet seat and Max stood behind her. As she turned around every part of her brushed against Max and he enjoyed every touch. "Mmmm baby! You are amazing!" He said as she reached behind him to open the bathroom door so they could get dressed and return to their seats. ^^^ "Love was certainly in the air today at the airport!" Samuel said as he pulled into the dark hospital parking lot. He parked in his usual spot and opened his door after he turned off his ignition. He walked around to the passenger door and opened it for Emma who was sitting there starry eyed as she looked up at him. "Here," he said as he held out his hand for her. "Come with me. I just have to check on something before I get you to your hotel," he continued as she grasped his hand and pulled him back in to the minivan. "Mmmm! Emma!" Samuel voiced, shocked at her mannerisms. Emma pulled him hard enough that caused him to lose his balance and land on her lap facing her. "I can't wait any more!" she said breathless and then pulled him into her for a heated kiss. "Whoa there little lady! Wait 'til we get inside!" Samuel said, breathless himself as he pulled himself up with the help of the handle above the door and got out of the van. Once again he held his hand out for Emma to take and this time she did as was expected of her. Samuel helped her down from the high seat, closed the door behind her and led her into the hospital. He went directly to his office. He opened the door and escorted Emma inside then closed and locked the door behind them. The Journey Home Ch. 05 "You can call for a hotel from here if you'd like." He said as he walked over to his desk and pulled out a phone directory from the bottom drawer and placed it on the desk. Samuel neglected to inform Emma of the conference that was being held in town and that the better hotels would most likely be filled; he let her discover that on her own because he didn't want it to look as if he had planned for her to go home with him, but that's exactly what he had hoped for all along. Samuel set his doctor bag down on the leather sofa and excused himself. "I must take care of some business but I will be back shortly. Make yourself at home. There's paper and a pen in the top drawer of my desk if you need to write down an address or something." He said, as he opened his door, walked out into the dimly lit hallway and let the door close behind him. Emma skimmed through the yellow pages directory for hotels. She found a couple that were in the vicinity of the hospital and began to dial the first number. "Hello. You have reached the Radisson hotel in Bloomfield Hills. My name is Dereck, how may I help you?" Said the voice on the line. "Yes, hello." Emma said and then continued. "I need to reserve a room for one, non-smoking, for the week." "Oh ma'am, I'm sorry, but we don't have any vacancies at the moment. We should have rooms available after the conference ends on Sunday though." The man said and then offered to give her other hotel names in the area. "Oh no, that's okay. Thanks anyway," Emma said and then hung up the phone just as Samuel returned. "Oh my God, you'll never believe this," Emma said and then breathed a heavy sigh in frustration before she continued. "Every hotel within twenty miles is booked solid until Sunday afternoon. Now what am I going to do?" She questioned Samuel as she gave a tired glance his way. "Well, if you wouldn't mind, I'd love the company. You are more than welcome to stay with me until you find a vacancy or until you have to return to Florida." Samuel suggested with a smile on his face as he starred at Emma adoringly. Emma found it difficult to concentrate as visions of her with Samuel in his bed, in his shower and in his kitchen invaded her mind. "Well, u—um, I don't want to intrude." She said as her head came back to reality. "Trust me, darlin' you won't be intruding. I would love it if you would come home with me." he said as he walked toward her and then helped her from the desk chair. She stood in front of him with the chair between her backside and the desk. Samuel pushed the chair to the side with his foot and turned Emma slightly as he pushed her gently backward until her bottom was against his desk. Samuel was very close to her now and she could feel his breath on her neck and cheeks. She tilted her head back slightly as the heat rose between her thighs. Samuel leaned in and with a whisper in her ear told her, "Emma dear, you are so sexy. I can't take my eyes off you," as he leaned in further and planted gentle kisses along her neck, from her ear to the collar of her blouse. "Oh Emma! I would give anything to make love to you right this instant!" He breathed into her ear once again. Emma, her head still tilted back opened her eyes, looked up at the ceiling and said a quiet "thank you" as if thanking God for her wish come true. Emma then spread her legs and placed one foot to the left and the other foot between Samuel's shoes and leaned back against his desk. "Fuck me Samuel! Please Fuck Me now!" she pleaded, her voice deep with desire. Samuel wasn't about to make Emma wait another second. He pushed her back on his desk and with his arms on either side of her pushed everything from the top of his desk to the floor. "Now what did you want?" he questioned her as he parted her trembling thighs. "I know you heard me the first time, but if you must hear it again..." Emma trailed off as Samuel reached up her thighs for the top of her panties and started to pull them down. "Mmmm, I think I'm actually going to like it here in Michigan," she thought to herself as she glanced between the legs to see Samuel sitting in his desk chair rolling toward her quivering slit. With her eyes closed and head tilted back slightly Emma waited patiently for the embrace of Samuel's mouth against her burning flesh. She could feel his warm breath against her and wondered what was taking him so long to connect with her and just when she was about to ask if everything was all right she heard him clear his throat, which made her remember his question a few moments earlier. "Oh Samuel! "Fuck me! Fuck Me now Please!" She pleaded, her voice animalistic. Emma's natural tone of voice was low to begin with, but mix that with the heated throws of desire and she transformed into an animal. A far cry from the professional, take care of business type personality she displayed at the airport when she first met Dr. Tate. "Grrrrr! I love it when you talk dirty, nurse! Now I will give you what you deserve." Samuel growled in the same animalistic tone as Emma. His face neared her sex and her hips rose to meet his wanting mouth. He didn't waste any time with foreplay, but instead went right for the pot of honey as he drove his tongue deep inside her. Samuel was very talented with his tongue and had Emma at her peak quickly, but he wasn't ready to have her cum just yet. He slid his tongue from her sex and replaced it with his mouth as he sucked hard on her throbbing nub. By the time he had finished, her clit was twice the size and extremely tender. The slightest stimulation caused her body to thrash around, her breathing to quicken and her heart to pound faster. Emma tried to sit up and grasp his hair with the intention of pulling him closer into her throbbing wetness. All attempts failed as Samuel continued his assault. He nibbled gently, yet ferociously like an animal in heat. Emma thrust her hips into his face with a rhythm that matched her continuous "fuck me now!" plea. Again Samuel had her at her peak, but this time decided to release the orgasm that had built up inside her. The stimulation of his mouth over her sex and a finger in her anus worked simultaneously to force her orgasm to erupt as convulsions rippled through her entire being. Her legs tightened around his head as her thick hot juice coated his probing tongue. Samuel ceased his assault as soon as he sensed the first convulsion and as one faded he began the stimulation again. He repeated this torturous pleasure until she had climaxed several times and soon collapsed on his desk, totally exhausted. "That should tide you over for now," he said as he watched her body twinge as she gasped for air and her breathing slowed. When Emma's breaths normalized she sat up on the edge of Samuel's desk and righted her clothing, combed her fingers through her mussed hair and blushed as Samuel watched her with his lustful stare. "I'm not finished yet, but I'm finished here, so if you would like to go home now I'll race you to the van," he said to her as he reached out and helped her off the desk. His words caused Emma to blush profoundly and then her lips parted slightly as her tongue moistened her lower lip. They walked hand in hand quickly back to his minivan and headed for his place after Samuel locked the office door behind him. To be continued The Journey Home Ch. 06 "Ben, are you sure you even drove to the airport?" Laura asked him as they continued to search for his car, walking up and down every aisle in the parking lot. When they reached the last row at the top of the parking structure, Ben glanced out over the other lots. The airport had many lots; some that offered a bus for transport from the parking lot to the airport. Ben knew he had driven to the airport, but with so much time passed he couldn't quite remember where he had parked when he began his search in Florida for Laura. "Hey, why don't you call Max? Maybe he remembers," Laura suggested. A frustrated Ben turned and snapped, "that won't work, he took a cab here." Ben's sharp reply startled Laura and she backed away from him, crossed her arms over her chest and began to whimper. When Ben's temper calmed he reached for Laura, "I'm sorry honey. I know it's not your fault I can't find the car. It's just that I really want to get you home," he said as he put his arms around her in comfort. "Let's just forget it. We can walk back to the terminal and hail a cab, I'll worry about the car another day," Ben said as he broke the hug and held Laura's hand, fingers clenched. "Hey, there's a cab right over there, Ben!" Laura squealed, excited to see one available so quickly and then pulled Ben's arm as she ran toward it. The cabbie opened the rear passenger door when they approached. Ben let Laura in first and then he followed, scooting across the seat to sit beside her. "Bloomfield Hills." Ben responded to the cabbies question of where they were headed. Ben gave directions as the cabbie neared the destination. "Turn right at West Long Lake Road and then left at Lahser. I'm on the left at Provencal Place. You can pull into the driveway." Ben stated as the cabbie followed his directions. "Oh my God!" Laura gasped. "I know where I'm at! Isn't that the country club right over there?" She said, pointing to her right. Her eyes widened as the cabbie approached Ben's street, her head turned in every direction as her excitement elevated. "Oh Ben! I can't believe you bought the house we looked at for after we were married!" She said, her voice shaky as tears filled her eyes. "Well, while you were on vacation with your girlfriends I needed something to keep my mind busy," Ben started and then paused briefly to admire Laura's reaction and then continued. "So I contacted the real estate agent and got the paperwork started. This was my wedding present to you." He finished as he caressed her cheek, turned her face to his and pulled her in for a sensual kiss. It took all he had to break their kiss as he pulled away from Laura and pulled the handle for the cab door. Once out of the cab, he reached back in to assist Laura. When she stood beside him, he reached in his back left pocket and removed his wallet. He opened it and fingered through to find the right amount of money to pay his fare and then handed the cabbie a one hundred dollar bill. "Keep the change buddy and have a wonderful day!" he said as he scooped Laura up in his arms and headed toward the huge porch. The house was a large spacious Victorian set on a large plot. The porch surrounded three sides of the home and was the support of a large wooden swing near the front entrance. The forest green and white exterior was elegant, yet fit well with the surroundings. Deciduous trees sporadically planted created a lavish landscape; flowerbeds along the sides hid the cinderblock of the basement walls. The back yard ambience was just as romantic as the front. A gazebo set near the rear of the lot and in between that and the house stood a wooden trellis and steppingstones that led to either the gazebo or the swing, which hung from the large willow with a wonderful view of the small pond. Ben carried Laura up the porch steps to the ornate door. She placed her arm around his neck so he could unlock the door. He pushed it open with his foot and she held the screen as he carried her over the threshold. She gasped again as she remembered the interior. Laura thought Ben was going to put her down after they entered, but he proceeded to carry her up the spiral staircase after he closed the door behind him. Once on the second floor he turned to his right and walked down the hallway to the master bedroom. Tears filled her eyes once again as Ben carried her through the door into their bedroom. Her eyes panned the large room as he carried her to their bed; a king sized four-post bed with a plush sage quilt and opaque sage linen draped over the top. The rest of the room was a blur to Laura as Ben laid her on the quilt-covered mattress and slowly climbed up to lay beside her. "I love you with all my heart and soul," Ben whispered as he kissed her neck and nibbled her ear gently; then he continued. "Are you okay darling?" he asked her, his voice seductive and his gaze full of lust. "I am absolutely perfect Ben," she replied as she pulled him over her and he braced himself with his elbows on either side of her body. He was going to ask permission, but judging by her body language she was willing to do whatever he had in mind. "Mmmm," he moaned as he pushed himself up and straddled her thighs, leaned down to unbutton her blouse giving soft kisses after each button opened. "I have been waiting so long to finally make love to you. Are you sure you are all right with this?" He asked again. Ben was being so romantic, but Laura's patience was giving out. She pulled him to her chest and growled, "If you don't hurry up and get these clothes off I can't be held responsible for my actions!" Ben's slow romantic behavior quickly turned animalistic as he grabbed her clothing and ripped it off her. "Mmmm, that's more like it baby!" she growled back as she did the same to his clothes. With their clothes strewn all over the room Ben and Laura celebrated their reunion. His body writhed against hers on the soft mattress as he kissed her passionately. He kissed her mouth, her neck and continued down her body; kissing very inch of her bare flesh as she continued to writhe. Her arousal was evident by her erect nipples and his by the growth of his penis as their lovemaking session continued. Ben engulfed her right breast between his lips and sucked ferociously as the head of his shaft pressed against her raised hips. Ben delivered the same attention to her other nipple just as the first, her hips still raised against him as she arched her back repeatedly. Ben wanted more of her nakedness, his mouth left her breasts and traveled down her body, across her stomach, down one thigh and back up the other before settling at her sex; he as driving Laura crazy. With his tongue on her swollen nub, Ben applied just the right amount of pressure, which caused her to scream as he teased her; bringing her to orgasm almost instantly. "That's it baby, come for me!" Ben said as he broke away momentarily to catch his breath. Laura tensed every muscle as her orgasm peaked. Her body thrashed side to side while Ben continued to pleasure her. "Ohh! Mmmm, Oh God! Yes!" she screamed as the waves of pleasure cascaded through her before she collapsed onto the bed exhausted, panting heavily. When her thrashing subsided Ben curled up beside her. His hands caressed her flesh until her breathing became normal. "Oh God Ben! That was amazing!" she said with staggered breath. When she felt comfortable again she rolled over, Ben now beneath her and her breasts teasingly close to his face, but not close enough for contact. "You're driving me crazy baby!" he said, his voice heavy as he tried to hold her still to capture a nipple in his open mouth. "Ooh, just hold on baby. I want you just as much as you want me!" she said seductively as she slid down his chest. With her palms flat on the mattress she balanced herself as she continued her journey to his throbbing member. Ben jumped when her breasts bounced against the tender flesh of the head. Laura teased him momentarily when she brushed her nipples side to side across his rigid shaft. She giggled slightly as she watched him squirm and writhe with each contact of her firm buds. Laura felt bad when she glanced up at his face and saw the torture revealed in his expression. She ended the teasing as she slid down a bit further and bent her arms to bring her mouth right above the straining mushroom shaped head. Without warning, she swallowed his entire length in her hungry mouth. Quickly she raised and lowered her lips as she devoured him. Her tongue swirled around the underside of the rim and over the tip occasionally and his hips thrust upward to meet her strokes. Laura remembered how much he loved having his testicles sucked and she hesitantly released his shaft with a pop! Her mouth dove to his balls like a magnet in search of its magnetic draw. She sucked one then the other and then both balls into her mouth, which caused Ben to scream in pleasure. When Laura felt his testicles tighten she removed her mouth from his loins, crawled back up and straddled his pelvis. Her legs bent on either side, she lowered herself onto his throbbing member. Ben bent his knees and pulled his feet toward his ass so Laura would have more support. She leaned back against his thighs as she rode him; quickly she bounced up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. Their erotic dance was interrupted when he gasped for air and then let out a loud growl, "Arrrrrrggghhhhh!" as his semen shot deep inside her warm, tight wetness. When his thrusts ceased she collapsed on top of him as her own orgasm consumed her. Totally exhausted, her body jerked uncontrollably against his as her panting eased. Ben rolled her to her back once again and thanked her with a fiery kiss. The kiss faded to gentle pecks and soon both fell asleep. Ben and Laura slept through the night in each other's arms. Laura, awakened by the aroma of fresh coffee and bacon, rolled over to find Ben's side of the bed empty and cold. Before she could get out of bed, Ben walked in the room with breakfast on a tray for them. "When you finish your meal and take a shower we should call your sister and let her know you're home." Ben said as he placed the tray between them on the bed. "Yes, I should do that. I can only imagine how sick with worry she's been all this time." Laura replied as she reached for her cup of coffee. Laura and Ben ate quickly as they discussed plans for the day. "I definitely want a shower before I do anything else, but I want you to join me, Ben." She said as she took a bite of her toast and then another sip of coffee. Ben watched Laura lovingly as she ate and when she was finished, he carried the tray to the chair near the door. He immediately walked toward the bathroom when he heard the water running. As he opened the door, he was just in time to watch Laura climb into the shower. She turned to close the curtain, noticed him watching and motioned for him to join her. Pulling the curtain aside after he stripped his clothes, Ben backed Laura against the wall, grabbed the bar of soap and lathered his hands thoroughly. He moved his lathered hands all over her flesh, spending extra time at her genitals. Laura reached for the soap when Ben turned her around. With her breasts against the wall, she lathered her palms, reached around behind her and massaged the soap onto Ben's body with special attention to his genitals as well. Once their bodies were thoroughly covered in suds, Ben backed up and stood beneath the showerhead. The bubbles rolled off his muscular form as Laura watched with lusting eyes. When Ben felt he'd rinsed enough he turned and switched places with Laura. Her hands slid over her body as she stood beneath the pouring water. Ben couldn't wait for her to rinse completely, he reached for her shoulders and turned her to face the water and bent her over. She grabbed the faucet handles and spread her feet, knowing what lie ahead. Ben took a few steps forward so the head of his erect member pressed against her tight opening and without caution thrust into her fully. He grabbed at her hips and pulled her back against him hard and soon their pace equalized. As he thrust into her, she pushed her ass against him. Ben guided her with his hands on her hips and soon he was grunting once again as he filled her quivering pussy with his seed. Laura's legs weakened as Ben ejaculated deep into her, his grasp on her hips tightened as her orgasm rocked through her. Laura melted into Ben when he pulled her in for a fiery kiss as the water poured over them from the showerhead. Ben reluctantly released her and as she slid the curtain to get out, he turned off the water. Ben soon followed. "I think we both need a break, don't you?" he asked as he dried her back with the plush towel that once hung on the bar beside the shower. Laura agreed, giggling slightly, as she wrapped the towel around her damp body and headed back into the bedroom. She walked across the shiny wooden floor and sat on the edge of the bed to wait for Ben. She waited patiently at first thinking he would be out right after her, but then she heard a buzzing sound coming from the bathroom. "What is he doing in there?" she wondered to herself. Laura stood beside the bed, adjusted her towel and started to walk toward the bathroom door when she heard Ben's voice call out over the noise of the razor. "Did you call Sara yet? Or do you need the number?" Laura sat back down on the bed and reached for Ben's cell phone. She flipped it open and just stared at the keys, no particular phone number clicking in her head and she began to cry. "Why can't I remember her number? She's my only sister and I don't know her phone number," she whispered to herself as she continued to stare at the phone. Several minutes passed and still no number came to her. She closed the phone and clenched it in her hand as she rolled over to her side and sobbed into Ben's pillow. "Mmm, nice and smooth," Ben said as he splashed on some aftershave then set the razor in the medicine cabinet. He turned off the light and then walked back into the bedroom. Surprised to see Laura lying on the bed, thinking she had fallen asleep again, he tried not to make much noise as he went to his closet to grab some clean clothes. He walked back to the bed and as he neared, he heard Laura sniffling. He tossed his jeans and shirt on the bed, rushing to her side. "Oh baby, what's the matter?" he asked as he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him. "I can't remember my only sister's phone number," she sobbed as she turned and pressed her face against his thigh. "Hey, don't worry about that. No one expects you to remember everything immediately. After all, you only remembered me yesterday. It will take time for everything to come back." Ben said as he consoled her, his hand caressing her hair. Ben reached to the nightstand beside the bed and grabbed a few tissues from the box and handed them to her. "Here, wipe your nose and I will dial Sara for you. I have her number programmed into the phone now." Ben took the phone from Laura's hand and pressed the number 2 on the keypad and then the call button before he handed the phone back to her. "Are you okay to talk with her, or do you want me to let her know what's happened and then, when you're feeling better you can call her back?" he asked as Sara's phone continued to ring. Just as she was about to hand the phone to Ben, Sara answered, "Hello? Ben?" Laura panicked and dropped the phone on the mattress when she heard her sister's voice for the first time in months. "Hello? Hello? Ben is that you?" was heard from the cell phone as it lay on the bed. Sara's voice changed from pleasant to concerned as the moments ticked by. Reaching around Laura, Ben picked up the phone and answered it, "Hello Sara, sorry to make you wait like that." "Is something wrong?" she asked "Oh no! Quite the contrary!" he answered excitedly. "Oh C'mon Ben, don't do this to me. Is there news about my sister? Did you finally find her?" Sara pleaded for an answer. Ben covered the phone and then looked down at Laura, still lying in his lap and asked her if she was ready to talk to her sister yet. Her tears had subsided, but she was very nervous. At first she shook her head "no", but then sat up and took the phone from Ben and brought it to her ear. The line was silent as she spoke softly into the phone, "Sara?" Laura didn't hear a response and after a moment of silence began to talk again, "Sara? Are you there? It's Laura," she said as the whimpers began again. Laura didn't know what to think of the situation. She still didn't hear a response from her sister on the other end of the line. She removed the phone from her ear and handed it to Ben with a look of question on her face. "No one's there," she said. Ben took the phone and brought it up to his ear listening carefully for any sign of someone on the other end. Several moments passed before Ben finally heard a noise in the background. "Honey? What is it?" It was Peter's voice in the background and Ben talked louder into the phone, "Hey Peter, it's me, Ben. What happened?" "Oh hi Ben," Peter said after picking the phone up from the floor. "I thought that was you Sara was talking to. Hey, can you hold on for a minute?" Peter said and then put the phone back down to help Sara to her feet again. "Okay, I'm back. What'cha need Ben?" Peter asked and then let out a big sigh. "Well, I have someone here that wanted to talk to Sara. Is she okay? She didn't faint or anything did she?" Ben asked "Oh no, she just needed to sit down for a minute and then rushed off to the bathroom. I came out to see if she needed anything from the store and I found the phone on the floor and she wasn't in the room anymore." Peter paused to catch his breath and then continued. "She's still in the bathroom I guess." Peter lied to avoid any concern from Ben, figuring he had enough to worry about already; not knowing about Laura's return. "Well that's okay, we don't want to bother her right now." Ben said as a smile crossed his face. "We?" Peter asked. "Is Max there with you right now? Do you have news about Laura?" he asked again, his voice slightly higher in pitch. "No. Max isn't here. Hey, hold on a minute Peter," Ben stated and handed the phone to Laura. "It's Peter. You can talk to him. He was always your favorite brother remember?" Ben said with a giggle. "He's my only brother silly, but yes, I have always liked him." Laura replied back with a snicker of her own as she took the phone and put it up to her ear. "Hello? Peter?" Laura said quietly into the phone. "Oh my God! You've gotta be shittin' me!" Peter shouted. "Laura? Is it really you?" "Yes Peter, it's really me!" she said, her hands shaking as she talked. "I'm home finally. I'm at Ben's hou—" she started to say until Ben nudged her and mouthed, "our house." Laura began again, "I'm at our house, Ben's right here. I know it's probably late for Sara, but can you tell her we will stop by later tomorrow? I really want to see her." Laura added; her emotions got the better of her and she started to cry once again. Ben took the phone from her and told Peter some of the details, but didn't want to leave Laura for too long, so he told Peter that they would come by the next day and Laura could fill Sara in on all the details of what had happened to her. Peter agreed and said he would inform Sara of her sister's safe return and then added, "Well, you two probably want to be alone right now, so I'll let you go. Besides, I should go check on Sara, she's been in the bathroom for quite a while now." "Okay, we'll see you sometime tomorrow then," Ben said as he smiled at Laura, wiping the tears from her cheeks. The Journey Home Ch. 06 "Okay buddy, sounds good! Hey! Congratulations Ben! I know how much you looked forward to this day! Take care now and we'll see the two of you soon." Peter said with happiness in his voice. The line went silent as Peter ended the call. Ben closed his phone and placed it back on the nightstand beside his bed and then turned to cuddle with Laura. Soon they were both sleeping soundly. ^^^ The alarm clock sounded loudly, immediately waking them both. Still in the close huddle, Ben greeted Laura good morning with a kiss on her lips. She responded immediately and returned Ben's kiss with more fire and passion than the day before. Their bodies straightened as they kissed, hands explored wildly as the throws of passion engulfed them both. Ben and Laura spent all of the morning and most of the afternoon in bed as they continued to rediscover each other. That is until the cell phone rang and startled them both. "Let the voicemail get it," Laura said, her voice raspy and dry. "No we can't! It's probably Sara or Peter wondering what time we're coming over today. I have to get it sweetie!" Ben said as he rolled off Laura and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for the phone. "Hello?" he answered, his voice crackling. "Oh hi Peter. Yes. We'll be there at five o'clock. I'm sure she'll love that!" he said, answering Peter's questions and then hung up the phone. "Okay baby, we have to get a move on! Your sister is expecting us for dinner in three hours!" he told Laura as he reached back for her hand to help her off the bed. Ben headed to the shower as Laura rolled back to the mattress. When he finished his shower and returned to the bedroom to find Laura stretched out on the bed, her legs parted, hands between her thighs. With her eyes closed she fingered herself to orgasm, softly calling out Ben's name. Ben let her finish and enjoyed the show. When he saw her muscles tighten and then her legs tremble he knew she was at her peak. He stood beside the bed quietly, waiting for her to open her eyes and when she did, he leaned over her and kissed her hard. "Damn girl!" he said as he reached for her hand to help her to her feet and watched her stager toward the bathroom. "Hey Ben, can you come here for a sec," he heard her call out. When he walked over to the curtain to see what she needed she tried to pull him in with her, but using all his will power he declined and left the bathroom to get dressed. Ben was surprised when she returned to the bedroom after only fifteen minutes, a look of horror on her face. "What's wrong sweetie?" he asked "Ben! What am I gonna wear? Do you have my clothes here?" she asked with a worried look on her face. "Well damn, I guess in all the excitement yesterday I forgot to grab our bags before we left the airport, but not to fret, I bet Max picked them up for us. Stay right there, I'll call him and ask him to bring them by." Ben said as he walked over to the nightstand, grabbed his cell phone and dialed Max. The phone only rang twice and Max answered in a chipper voice. "Hello! Max here!" "Hey Max, it's Ben. Did you happen to get our luggage when you left the airport yesterday?" "Damn! I knew I forgot something. Sorry bud, I didn't think of that. Was pretty busy with Betty, ya know." He said and then suggested to call Emma or Dr. Tate. "Hey bud, I gotta go!" Max said abruptly and ended the call. Ben starred at his phone. He was angry with Max for not thinking of him and Laura, but the more he thought about it the more he calmed down and was able to think clearly again. He dialed the doctor's number and talked to Emma briefly. "Hey baby, I found our luggage. Emma grabbed it for us. She's at the hospital with the doctor right now and said if we can be there within the next hour she'll bring our bags out to the door. So get dressed in what you wore yesterday and you can change at the hospital if you want, but I'm certain your sister won't care what you wear as long as she gets to hug you." Ben said as he finished getting dressed. "I guess you're right Ben. Besides, I really want to see Sara. I don't want to waste time driving to the hospital and then more time changing clothes, but I do want to stop at the drug store so I can get some makeup. I probably look like a ghost without my blush." Laura said as she gathered her clothing from the top of the dresser and brought it back to the bed to dress. She removed the towel wrapped around her and let it fall to the floor. Ben leaned against the door jam of the bathroom and watched her adoringly as she put each item of clothing on slowly. He ran to her side quickly when she got to her bra. "Here, let me help you with that!" he said excitedly, taking the straps from her hands and pulling gently to fasten the hooks behind her back. Laura leaned back against him and immediately felt his erection beneath his jeans. She reached back and caressed it with her left hand as her right clasped Ben's fingers and brought his hand to her breast. "Are you sure we don't have a few extra minutes to spare, seeing as though we don't have to go the hospital for my clothes?" She released his rigid cock and turned him around so his back was against the bed and pushed him hard enough to make him fall onto the mattress. "Damn baby! What's gotten into you?" he asked with a devilish grin on his face. "I'm makin' up for all that lost time at the drive-in!" she said with a growl in her voice and she leaned forward to unfasten the button on his jeans. Ben assisted her in removing his pants and briefs and she smiled with delight as she kneeled between his thighs. She quickly dove in and engulfed his manhood, sucking fiercely. Her hands found his sac and caressed gently; within no time he was shooting his thick seed deep into her hungry mouth. When she sucked the last drop she pulled up his briefs and jeans to his knees, helped him to his feet and pulled them both over his ass. She looked up at him with a smile on her face, licked her lips and then said, "I'm ready to go now." To be continued The Journey Home Ch. 07 The drive to Sara and Peter's home only took about fifteen minutes seeing as they lived just a few miles away from Ben. The closer Ben got to their destination the more nervous Laura became. As Ben drove, he phoned Sara to let them know they were on the way. Little did they know that she would be waiting on the front lawn for the arrival of her sister. "What's taking them so long, Peter?" Sara asked as she glanced down at her watch for the umpteenth time. Ben turned left into the long, curved driveway and as he pulled up closer to the house Laura was pointing out things she had remembered, like the tire swing, which hung from the tree in the front yard and the rock garden she and Ben helped construct back when they were teenagers. Although engaged with finding things she'd recognized, she noticed her sister immediately. "Oh lord! She's as big as a house!" Laura said as the car stopped and Ben shifted into park. Her heart pounded, her hands became clammy and she trembled as Ben opened her car door. Sara stood anxiously on the lawn in front of Peter; his arms around her waist and her hands clenched against her chest, but as soon as the car stopped they walked quickly toward it. Sara wanted to run, but in her condition, that was obviously impossible. "Man, is it good to see the two of you!" Peter said as he reached out to hug his brother. Sara paused momentarily, in disbelief that her sister was actually standing right in front of her. With tears in her eyes, Laura reached out and pulled Sara in, hugging her as tight as she could. The two women sobbed, clenching tightly to one another. The neighborhood was very quiet and just as Peter suggested they take the celebration inside so they don't alarm the neighbors, Sara let out a blood curdling scream and grabbed her stomach. Sara was only eight months pregnant and when the first contraction befell, it scared her to death. Frightened that she did something to harm the baby; Laura ran back to Ben as Peter ran to Sara's side, "Oh honey! What is it?" "Oh I'm all right Peter. It was just a surprise is all, but I do believe my water just broke," Sara said excitedly, yet rather quiet and breathless after the contraction subsided. Laura watched in shock as Peter panicked, telling Ben to drive her to the hospital and he would go back into the house and get their other children. Sara laid on the back seat and Laura sat sideways, reaching behind her seat to hold her sister's hand. "Drive faster Ben!" Laura shouted as Sara began another scream and then panted. Laura remembered the lamaze classes she went to with her sister when Peter had to work during her first pregnancy. Almost instantly Laura began to count as Sara squeezed her hand tightly. "We're almost there Sara! Hold on!" Laura cried out as Sara's screams of pain continued and her contractions had gotten much closer together. Ben pulled up to the emergency entrance and Laura ran in to get help. Nurses and the security guard rushed out with a gurney to get Sara into the hospital. Peter pulled in behind Ben just as the hospital staff wheeled Sara through the ER doors. He ran in to be with his wife, "Ben! Take care of the kids, Please?" Peter shouted as the doors closed behind him. Fumbling with the restraints on the children's car seats Ben cursed under his breath, "What the fuck? How do these things work? Arghhh, " he yelled as the safety belts finally released and the children climbed down. Laura and Ben took the children into the hospital to wait for their mom, dad and new brother or sister. Bobby, four years old and Linda three years old were tired and slept curled up in chairs as Ben and Laura paced impatiently awaiting any news from Peter or the nurse. Three hours after they arrived, Peter came into the waiting room with a huge smile across his face, he could barely speak. "So? What's the word big guy?" Ben asked breathless, clenching Laura's hand. "Well, the doctors definitely missed something, a big something during all those office visits!" Peter said as tears filled his eyes and then he continued. "Y-- you aren't going to..." he stammered, but was interrupted by Ben. "C'mon man! Will you just spit it out? Is she okay? What did she have?" Peter sat and took a deep breath as tears rolled down his face. He looked at Ben and Laura, clasped his fingers and put his hands up to his chin. In shock he finally responded, "Twins! A boy and a girl! They are cleaning the babies up now. We can go back and see them in a little while." Peter finally relaxed in his chair as Ben and Laura congratulated him. Within an hour after the births, the nurse returned and informed them they could go back to see Sara and the babies. Peter woke Bobby and Linda and carried them back to see their mother and their new siblings. Ben looked into the room, seeing a couple nurses tending to the newborns and Sara's obstetrician checking on her, he told Peter that he and Laura were going to go back home and that they would come back tomorrow. "Sara looks exhausted and besides, the two of you probably want to be alone right now anyway," Ben added. Peter grabbed Ben by his shirt saying, "Like hell you will. Now get your ass in there and see Sara!" as he pulled him into the room. "Oh no! I'm sorry, but you can't come in like that." A nurse whispered as she glared at Ben and then at Peter. She rushed over and Ben stopped in his tracks, not quite sure what was the matter. "Come, follow me," the nurse said as she directed Ben and Laura to a small room opposite the nursery. She handed Ben a sterile gown and booties before handing Laura the same. "Put these on and then you may go visit Mrs. Whitfield and the babies," the nurse said as she walked out of the room. Ben was dressed first and helped Laura because her hands were trembling so much she couldn't get her gown tied. When they were properly suited, Laura walked into the room. She felt an immediate comfort as she glanced around. The walls, a pleasant pale yellow with stencils of cartoon characters and the baby's beds were even in the room. On the opposite side of Sara's bed sat two white wooden rockers on either side of a large window with a view of the garden. Laura saw Peter sitting in one of the chairs holding his new son while Sara, still in her bed, held their new daughter. A tear formed in Laura's eye when she saw her sister and she froze in the doorway. Ben walked up behind her and gave her a slight nudge. "Are you going in or what?" he whispered as he walked around her towards Peter. Sara lay on the bed, looking down at her children, smiling. She still looked exhausted, but very happy with her to older children on the bed beside her and her new daughter in her arms. "Sara dear, you have some company." Peter said adoringly. "Oh my God! I thought it was a dream. Laura! It's really you?" Sara cried, her voice weak from the screams during her labor. Laura was speechless as she stared at her sister, oblivious to everyone else in the room. She didn't hear the nurse who asked repeatedly if she would like to hold one of the babies before they went down for the night. She just stared at Sara. "It's okay nurse. You can take them now. Ben and I are going to go grab a coffee and get a snack for the children," Peter said as he stood from the rocker. He carried his son to his crib and then called the other children to follow him. They walked out of the room seeing Laura still frozen in the exact place she stopped earlier. ~~~ "Hmmm? I wonder if the cafeteria is still open?" Ben wondered aloud as the two men and the children walked down the hallway toward the elevator. Ben and the others walked into the elevator as the doors opened. Ben let the kids push the button for the desired floor and the doors closed. As soon as the elevator began its descent Bobby clenched his dad's leg and cried out, "I no like this moving box!" When the elevator stopped the doors opened again, Bobby ran out so fast he nearly ran a doctor and nurse down as they passed the open doors. "Bobby!" Peter called out in slight anger. Bobby stopped and turned to walk back to his dad. He passed the doctor and nurse again, walking this time. Peter leaned down pulling him over to apologize to them. "Now, young man; say you're sorry." Peter scolded the young boy. In all the commotion, the nurse didn't see Ben at first, but when Peter stepped aside with Bobby's hand in his she saw him. "Ben? Dr. Tate, it's Ben!" The nurse said to Ben and Dr. Tate at the same time and then continued. "Oh my God Ben, is something wrong with Laura?" She asked as Ben stared confused. "I know it's been a long day Ben, but it's me Emma from Dr. Stone's office in Florida. Did something happen to Laura?" She asked as she walked up to him in a panic. "Oh God no, Emma!" Ben replied and then continued. "Everything's perfect. She's upstairs with her sister Sara. This is my brother Peter, Sara's husband. They just had twins a few hours ago." After the introductions Emma could see the children were becoming restless so decided to keep things short and let them on their way. She congratulated Peter, told Ben she would call him soon and then walked with Samuel down the hall in the direction they were headed, finally going home. Ben, Peter and the kids headed to the cafeteria. "Who was that?" Peter asked Ben. "That's Emma, the nurse who brought Laura back to Michigan and Dr. Samuel Tate is the doctor we have to go see next Monday for Laura's checkup." Ben answered as they reached the cafeteria. The main section of the room was dark, but as Ben walked up to the entrance he noticed some vending machines that contained everything from sandwiches and chips to ice cream and candy. Peter gave the kids three dollars each and because this was a special occasion he let them get whatever they wanted. "I hope I don't regret this later," Peter said with a chuckle, as he watched his kids run straight for the candy and pop machines. Ben and Peter walked over to the seating area. There were two booths and a couple tables with three chairs each. Ben took a seat in one of the booths as he and Peter watched the kids. Bobby's eyes almost watered as he inspected each candy bar in the machine. He used one dollar to get a Snickers, then collected the change at the bottom of the machine. He then walked around his sister to get to the chip machine and knew immediately what he wanted. "Ooh, I want that," he said as he pointed to the caramel corn on the top rack and continued. "Mommy never lets me get the good stuff." After he pushed the buttons to release the bag he turned to his dad and thanked him. He waited for his sister to make her selection and then they both joined their dad and Ben in the booth. "It sure is a good thing Sara is upstairs asleep. She'd surely have my hide if she saw the kids eating like this!" Peter said as he watched the kids scarf down their goodies as if someone was going to take them away. ~~~ Back in the maternity ward, Laura finally walked toward Sara's bed, her stomach in knots. She stopped just short of Sara being able to touch her, but as the knot in her stomach disappeared she took the last few steps to Sara's bedside. "Oh my God, they're so beautiful!" she thought to herself as she looked at the newborn twins. Sara smiled as she watched Laura. When Sara could actually touch her little sister she knew it wasn't a dream. She grabbed her hand and pulled Laura onto the bed beside her and hugged her tightly as she cried, "You had us scared to death! I'm so glad to have you back with us again." "I'm sorry I couldn't remember anything after the accident. I've caused so much heartache and worry. I'm so sorry Sara." Laura cried as she hugged her sister, her face buried in Sara's shoulder. ~~~ "Excuse me gentlemen, but the hospital visiting hours are now over." The guard said to Peter and Ben. The children had become restless and burned off some of the energy they consumed as they jumped across the colored squares of tile in the hallway. Ben and Peter stood, stretched and walked out of the cafeteria as Peter called out to his kids, "C'mon guys, it's time to let mommy rest now. Let's go say good night to her and your brother and sister upstairs." The kids walked between Ben and Peter to the elevator and Bobby pushed the button with the arrow that pointed up. Soon the doors slid open and everyone got in. Bobby pushed the number of the floor his mom was on and the doors closed. Bobby wasn't hysterical this time and actually seemed to like the ride on the elevator. At the fourth floor the doors opened, everyone exited and then walked to Sara's room. Sara looked exhausted as Ben and Laura said their goodbyes and reminded her that they would be back in the morning. Ben and Laura waited in the hall as Peter let the kids hug their mom and kiss the heads of their new siblings and then they tiptoed toward Ben and Laura as Peter said his goodnights to Sara. "I love you. You've never looked more beautiful than you did today sweetheart," he said as he kissed her lips, wiped her brow and ran his thumb over her lips. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep quickly after everyone left the room. ~~~ Ben helped Peter get the children into their car seats as Laura took the keys and headed for Ben's car. "Oh my God, what a day!" she sighed while she put the key into the ignition to roll down the window slightly. She reached behind her and pulled the seat belt across her lap and fastened it. Ben returned to the car a few minutes later and saw that she had fallen asleep. With little traffic on the road at this late hour, they arrived home in no time at all. Ben pulled into the driveway, turned off the engine and reached over to unlatch Laura's seatbelt. Sliding the seatbelt slowly around her, he let it retract and saw her shift slightly in her seat. He paused briefly after scooping her in his arms; hoping he hadn't awakened her. With Laura in his arms, Ben closed the car door with his foot. Her eyes still closed, she nestled her face into the crook of his neck. Without a word she began to kiss him. She remembered how that always drove him crazy; especially that little thing she did with her tongue when she'd kiss him there. "You better stop that before I drop you, missy!" Ben said, his tone deep and full of lust. Laura knew the kitchen was right off the side door and when she heard the garage door close she kissed him harder and with greater passion. Ben couldn't stand the torture any longer. He walked as far as the table and set Laura down with a plop, ripping her shirt off and then her bra. "Oh baby!" he growled as she followed his lead. Once her shirt and bra were out of the way he laid her back to the table and with both hands pulled her breasts together so he could engulf both nipples at the same time. "Oh Ben! Fuck me Ben! Fuck me now!" Laura screamed, her head tilted back and her chest heaving. Most of the time, their lovemaking sessions were slow and romantic, both taking their time with foreplay. However, there were times when Laura liked it rough, fast and hard. Ben was happy to oblige. He pulled her ass to the edge of the table and spread her thighs as he kicked the chair out from between them. The chair slid across the floor as Ben pulled her calves to his shoulders. Laura crossed her ankles around his neck and as she was propped up on her hips she fumbled with Ben's belt buckle. "Arghhhh! Get this damned thing off will you? I want you so much Ben! I want your hard cock deep inside me! Will you hurry up before I cum just looking at your body like this?" Laura screamed breathless as Ben unzipped his jeans, pushing them down to his knees, his briefs followed close behind. One swipe of his index finger between her swollen labia to confirm she was wet enough was all it took to make her cum. As her body tensed and thrashed on the table, Ben inserted his shaft deep inside her with one hard thrust. The room smelled of sex as Ben pounded into her tight pussy over and over again. When he peaked, she screamed again as another orgasmic wave washed over her. Ben's hips bucked against hers until she milked him dry. He collapsed on top of her exhausted, his shaft still rigid, deep inside her. As the moments passed, his firmness became flaccid and it slipped out with a quiet slurp. Their bodies now covered in perspiration made it easy for Ben to slide against her chest and when his lips reached hers, she responded with a fiery kiss that had his head spinning. Ben attempted to pick Laura up from the table without breaking their kiss, but it was hopeless. He was too exhausted. Ben reached out his hand as she scooted off the edge of the table and they walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Walking over to the dresser, Laura opened the top drawer and reached in. "Oh shit!" she said as she pulled her hand back out and closed the drawer walking back to the bed where Ben was already tucked in. "Well I guess you'll just have to put up with me naked beside you one more night until I get my clothes back from Emma!" Laura said seductively, secretly wanting more of Ben, but knew he was way too tired. She climbed in beside him and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. It was a glorious morning when Ben awoke. Laura, still asleep, curled up beside him. He moved off the bed slowly and quietly so as not to wake her. After his shower, he dressed and went to the kitchen for some breakfast. As he turned through the doorway of the kitchen, his mind immediately flooded with visions of the night before. Ben suddenly found himself sporting a huge erection. As he rubbed it, he contemplated what to do next. "Shit, I already took a shower and I'm dressed," he thought, as he continued to rub his erection through the thick material of his jeans. "Oh screw it!" he whispered as he walked over to the counter, tore a sheet of paper towel from the roll on the stand and returned to the table. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his throbbing cock out and masturbated right there at the table! His eyes were closed and vivid images of Laura danced against the darkness of his eyelids. His hand slid quickly over the firm head and within moments he was spurting a fountain of semen. Ben reached for the towel and quickly cleaned himself, righted his jeans and tossed the paper into the trash beneath the sink before he washed his hands. "Okay, now back to the business of the day!" he said under his breath as he grabbed his car keys and headed out the side door to his car. Laura awoke alone in the big four-post bed, "Ben?" she called out. Hearing no response, she rolled out of bed, grabbed one of Ben's shirts then pulled it over herself while she and walked around the huge house; continuing to call out to him. Still no response. "Oh he probably went to the hospital to get my luggage from Emma!" she said excitedly and then walked back to the bedroom, heading straight for the bathroom to shower. She reached in, turned the water on and adjusted the temperature before she pulled Ben's shirt off. "Ahhh, perfection," she said as she pushed the curtain aside, climbed over the edge of the tub and closed the curtain again; the warm water cascaded down her bare flesh. Laura leaned against the coldness of the ceramic tiled wall and gasped, but with the combination of the warm water and her body heat escalating, the cold tile soon became comfortable to her touch. The water pounded hard against her, "Ouch!" she shouted and then turned her body beneath the showerhead. She reached up and switched the pressure from massage to rainfall and then turned back to face the water. Droplets of water trickled over her firm breasts; continuing down the soft flesh of her abdomen and as she moved the flow alternated between her buttocks and her thighs. The Journey Home Ch. 07 She reached for the bar of soap and lathered to her hands. Starting at her feet, she massaged the soap into her skin, working her way up her body; her hands swirling around carefree. When she reached her thighs and buttocks she felt her body tremble with arousal. This was her first shower alone since returning home with Ben and she had become aroused beyond comprehension. She placed one hand over a breast, her palm grazing the erect nipple. She slipped the other hand between her thighs. With visions of Ben in her mind, visions she didn't mind having, she continued to massage her swollen clitoris and tease each nipple until she peaked and her orgasm drove through her like a bullet. Her legs trembled and stiffened, her ass pressed hard against the tile and her fingers quickly slid over her hard nub. She gasped for air as the convulsions eased and her breathing regulated. Laura returned to washing herself, her hair being the last step before she stepped from the tub and rapped a towel around herself. "Knock, knock!" A sound came from downstairs. Laura was hesitant to answer the door, but when the knocking wouldn't stop she asked who it was. "Hey Laura, it's me, Peter," he said, standing outside on the mat. Laura didn't open the door all the way because of the way she was dressed. When Peter told her that he had something to give her, she opened the door a bit wider to peek around and speak with him. "Hey, I have your suitcase and Ben's bag too. Do you want me to just leave them out here and you can get them later?" Peter asked through the small open space between the door and the frame. Embarrassed for him to see her like that, Laura told him he could slide the bags inside the door. She stood behind it and held it open. Peter opened the screen door, set the bags just inside then stepped back onto the porch. She pushed the door closed, peeking around it again to continue speaking with him. "Thanks Peter," she said, fiddling nervously with the handle of the door, trying to keep herself hidden from his view. "Hey! Before I go, I wanted to let you guys know that Sara and the babies are home now. They were released just about an hour ago. She's quite tired so if you could give her some time to rest before you and Ben come over that would be great." Peter said as he turned and started to walk off the porch. Still a bit flush from her shower activity Laura shouted to Peter as he walked back to his car, "Hey thanks for bringing these over Peter and tell Sara we said hi!" Peter waved to let her know he heard what she said as he shifted into drive and headed home. Just as Peter turned the corner, Ben pulled into the driveway. He turned off the engine and got out in a rush, forgetting his keys in the ignition. He slammed the door and ran into the house. He called out for Laura downstairs but she didn't answer. He ran over to the staircase taking two steps at a time to get upstairs as quickly as possible. Again he called out for Laura. "In here!" Ben heard her voice coming from the bedroom and rushed in to see her. "Hey, look what Peter brought by," she said with a broad smile as she turned to look at Ben. "Oh that's great!" Ben said smiling back as he walked over to Laura and lifted her to her feet. "Looks like someone woke up in a good mood today," she whispered seductively as she turned to face him. Without a word, Ben took one step back, bent down on one knee and took Laura's hands in his. "Will you marry me Laura?" he asked as a tear rolled down his cheek. "Oh my God! It's my ring! Where did you find it?" Laura cried as Ben waited for her answer. "Ahem," he sounded as he cleared his voice and held her left hand in his. Laura took a step forward, her hands shaking, "Oh yes Ben! I will marry you!" she finally said. Ben placed the engagement ring on her finger and then pulled her to his chest and with hands on either side of her face he brought his lips to hers and kissed her tenderly. He broke the kiss just long enough to scoop her in his arms and walk across the bedroom to the bed. ~~~ The remainder of the week Ben and Laura planned their wedding. "Ben?" Laura started. "Do you remember when we did this before and I said how much I wanted a big wedding with all the extras?" "Yes and that's still fine with me," Ben whispered as he leaned in to kiss her neck. "Well, I've been thinking; I don't want to wait any longer than we have to. I don't need all that fancy stuff to be happy with you. Let's just plan a small ceremony here in the yard with our closest friends and family. I was thinking six weeks from now would be good!" "Are you sure that's what you want?" Ben asked her and then continued; hiding his excitement that he didn't have to go through with all the hoopla she wanted before. "And why six weeks?" "Yes, that's what I want. I've changed a lot since I left for my trip with the girls. I've discovered that you're the most important thing in my life, not a fancy wedding. I want to wait until Sara is rested enough and the babies are a bit bigger. Besides, I should be settled into my new job by then and Dr. Tate can give me a clean bill of health. That's why I said six weeks," she replied with a hug. "Okay then, six weeks it is! We had better get to planning!" Ben said with excitement in his voice and a smile across his face. ~~~ The week Laura returned passed quickly with the birth of Sara's twins and all the wedding plans. Monday morning Laura awoke bright and early. Ben was still asleep as she crawled out of bed and walked to the shower. After a quick shower, she dried off and dressed for her first day at her new job. "This'll be perfect!" he said excitedly as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror behind the bedroom door. She slipped her black heels on just before she walked out of the bedroom on her way to the kitchen for a quick cup of coffee. Eight a.m. she was headed out the door to her first day of work. Her hands left sweat prints on the steering wheel as she drove and the closer she got to the address on the paper Ben gave her the more nervous she became. She pulled into the parking lot and got the shock of her life. Unknowingly, Max had phoned them and told them Laura was returning. He warned them that she may not remember being there before and to be easy on her today seeing it's her first day back. As she neared the entrance and found a parking spot she began to cry. "Oh my God! I can't believe it!" she thought to herself as she parked then exited her car. As she walked toward the front door she shouted, "Oh my God! Joan, Clark, Sue, Carl," remembering everyone she had worked with. A tear came to her eye as she walked through the doors and saw her desk, walked over and sat down in her swivel chair. Glancing around, her heart began to ache when she saw other employees sitting at the desks belonging to her girlfriends that went on that fateful vacation with her. "I know it's a lot to deal with Laura, so if you want to come back tomorrow and start the week then that would be just fine," her manager said. "No! I'm okay, it'll be fine," she whimpered. She tried her best to be brave, but it was difficult for her with the flashbacks of her friends sitting at their desks and then of them on the airplane. Laura stayed the remainder of the day and when the clock struck five, she hugged everyone and said she would be back in the morning. Before she left she walked back to her desk, picked up her phone and called Ben. "Hey baby, it's me. I just wanted to remind you about my appointment with Dr. Tate and Emma this evening. I'm headed over there now if you are available to meet me there," she said and then hung up the phone before she walked out of the bank and to her car. Pulling into the hospital driveway she steered toward the visitor parking structure. She grabbed the ticket from the automated machine and then followed the arrows that directed her where to park. Because it was later in the evening, many of the close spots were available and she pulled into the first one she saw. Laura waited a couple minutes for Ben, but as her appointment time neared she decided to go up without him. "I'm sure he'll be able to find me," she said to herself as she exited her car and walked toward the hospital entrance. As she pushed the revolving door to walk through, she saw Ben drive up, but he waved her on. She continued through the door and had every intention of going straight to the room number of the card, but as she crossed the lobby her eyes and ears were drawn to her right. A huge fountain decorated the lobby. Laura stopped to admire the artwork and tossed a penny into the water, making a wish. Standing near the edge for several minutes the sound relaxed her and the mist refreshed her. "You're going to be late if you don't get a move on," Ben said as he approached, startling her. She didn't want to leave, but she didn't want to keep the doctor waiting either. She clenched Ben's hand and they headed for the elevators. "Hello Dr. Tate," Laura said, smiling as she walked into the waiting room relaxed and cheerful. "Hello Laura, Ben," he replied and then continued. "You are my last patient today so you can come right on in. Ben, would you like to join her? Emma will show you to the exam room." Ben looked at Laura as if asking if she wanted him in there with her. She just grabbed his hand and pulled him along as Emma held the door open. Both Laura and Ben immediately felt relaxed and calm as they walked to the back of the long hallway to the exam room. "You can wait in here Ben," Emma said to him and then continued. "Laura if you would come with me so we can get you a gown to put on." Emma and Laura walked out of the exam room and across the hall so she could change. Laura undressed quickly and slipped on the gown for her examination and then returned to the room where Ben had been waiting. She hopped up on the table and waited for Dr. Tate. "Hello there young lady," Samuel said as he walked in the room and closed the door behind him. "How have you been feeling since your return from Florida? Anymore visions?" he asked, checking her vitals. "Oh doctor I'm doing fine!" she said with a broad smile. "I've had a couple visions, well images to be exact, but nothing for you to be concerned about," she added as she glanced over at Ben and winked. "How was your first day on the new job?" he questioned her. Knowing the area well after growing up in the city and living there all his life, he suspected after speaking with Emma about Laura's past, that the bank she was going to be working at was the same bank she was employed at before her accident. He was very concerned how she handled the shock or if she even remembered. As he waited for her to process her thoughts, he walked over to the small white cabinet and grabbed some instruments from the top that Emma had placed there earlier. Laura began to answer his question when he turned back toward her again. "It was an okay day I guess. I didn't recall working for National City bank when I got the job in Florida. I just knew I was good with numbers and money. When I walked to the front door everyone came out to greet me and many faces looked very familiar. As I got closer I recognized my boss and a few co-workers. It was embarrassing because they cheered me until after I walked through the door." She paused briefly to ask for a cup of water, took a deep breath and continued. "When I got to my desk I sat down and looked around and then it hit me. Other workers were sitting in the chairs my girlfriends sat at the last time I was there. Then memories of the accident rushed over me. My boss asked if I needed to try it again tomorrow, but I stuck it out and at the end of the day I told them all I would see them tomorrow." "Well I must say, I'm very proud of you for sticking with it Laura. I'm not sure who your primary care physician was before, but if you don't mind I would like to keep you on here as my patient at least for a little while longer. Is that okay with you?" he asked her as he jotted down some notes on her chart. "I would like to do a full exam of you today while I have you here. Do you remember when your last physical was?" he asked as he prepared the instruments. "It's probably been close to a year if Dr. Stone didn't do one when I was in Florida," Laura said then agreed to the physical and keeping Samuel as her doctor. She felt at ease with him and became quite close to Emma in Florida. "This might be a bit cold," he warned as he pulled the stethoscope from around his neck, put the earpieces in his ears and the diaphragm to her chest. Laura jumped slightly and emitted a soft giggle as the cold metal circle was moved around her chest then to her back. She followed each direction Samuel gave, inhaling, exhaling and coughing. "Everything sounds good there," Samuel said as he hung the stethoscope back around his neck and pulled a long metal tube out of his pocket. "I'm just gong to check your ears, nose and throat now," he said and then instructed Laura to tilt her head back. "We're almost finished," he said as he returned the items to the counter behind him. Returning to the exam table, he informed Laura of the other tests he needed to do and asked Ben if he would like to leave the room, but Laura asked him to stay. Ben felt uncomfortable with the idea of having to watch the doctor perform certain tests on Laura, but he figured after everything she endured it was the least he could do. He clenched his teeth and sat back against his chair, feet flat on the floor; looking everywhere but at what the doctor was doing. "Okay, you can relax now Ben, it's all over with," Samuel said as Laura removed her feet from the stirrups and relaxed on the exam table. He disposed of the gloves he wore, washed his hands and then grabbed a new pair of gloves from the box on the counter beside the sink. He walked to the side of the exam table and then parted her gown from her neck to the waist. "My hands might be a bit cold here," he said as he touched her right breast. Ben couldn't figure out why he was so embarrassed. "Damn! It's not like I've never seen those body parts before," he thought to himself as he looked up at Samuel and Laura once again. "This just isn't right, man!" he scolded himself, folding his hands in his lap to cover his rigid shaft as Samuel performed the breast exam on Laura. "Okay, the worst part is over. Now Emma will come in and get some blood from you and then before you get dressed I need a urine sample and then you are good to go. After you get dressed I want you to make a follow up appointment for one week so we can go over the results," Samuel said and then turned to walk out of the room. After the two remaining tests, Laura changed her clothes, dropped her gown into the hamper in the corner of the changing room and then met Ben at the front desk to make her next appointment. "How long will you be in Michigan Emma?" Laura asked as Ben handed her the check he wrote to pay her bill. Emma smiled broadly and turned slightly to see if Samuel was near and then answered. "I'm hoping to transfer here. If you haven't noticed Dr. Tate is quite a catch," she continued as her cheeks turned rosy. Laura noticed, but she didn't want to make Ben jealous so she just smiled and thanked Emma for being such a good friend to her as she handed her the check and then walked toward the exit sign with Ben. ~~~ The second week passed quickly and once again it was time for Laura to visit Dr. Tate and Emma at the hospital. She arrived a little early so she could talk with Emma before being seen by Samuel. When she walked in the office on the fifth floor Emma was waiting for her. "Well, I have some good news!" Emma said excited and continued before Laura could get a word in. "I'm here for good! Samuel asked me to stay on and Dr. Stone said it was for the best and I owe it all to you!" Laura blushed at her words as she sat on the edge of her seat. "Dr. Tate will see you now," she said as she escorted Laura to the first open room. "Well what's the verdict doc?" Laura asked when he walked into the room. "The ex-rays still show a bump on your head, but that's understandable considering. I want you to take it easy for a while longer. You can work and resume all your daily activities as you were, but call me immediately if anything changes. Make sure you get plenty of rest and protect that bump until it's gone. Other than that you seem to be in perfect health. I want to see you back in my office in a month to check that bump though," he told her as he stood, shook her hand and excused himself to see another patient. She picked up her purse and headed to the front desk to pay her bill and schedule her next appointment with Emma and then she headed home. Laura pulled into the driveway and entered the house through the side door. She turned to walk up the stairs that led to the kitchen ad Ben was waiting at the table, somewhat patiently for her return and the good news. "Everything all right?" he asked as he pulled her in for a big hug and then continued. "I really missed you today." After Ben released her enough so she could speak, Laura told him everything the doctor said. He was also concerned about their sex life after Laura told him what the doctor said about her taking it easy, but she reassured him it was okay. "I have to be careful and not overexert myself too much and try not to do a lot of bending," she said. Laura turned and then sat on Ben's lap as they talked more about Dr. Tate's findings. Because of her long day with work and the doctor visit, Laura opted not to go visit Sara tonight. She stood from Ben's lap and suggested they make dinner together as she walked over to the cupboard and took out a box of tuna helper and brought it to the stove. As she bent over to get the saucepan from the cupboard under the sink Ben sauntered up behind her and pressed his thighs into hers. "Hey! Watch it! You know how I get when I'm hungry," she said with a giggle as she put the pan on the back burner of the stove and started dinner. Ben helped her with the meal and set the table while he waited for the food to cook. Candlelight danced about the room and the crystal vase, that held a single red rose, shimmered with the romantic glow. A tear came to Laura's eye when she brought the meal to the dining room table. After they ate, Ben told Laura to go relax and he would clean up from dinner. Laura wasn't about to argue with him tonight, she was exhausted. She scooted her chair from the table, stood then walked into the living room and turned on the television before she settled on the plush sofa. "Oh where's that darn remote?" she thought to herself as she searched under the cushions and around the coffee table. Finding it under some newspapers she picked it up, selecting The Movie Channel. Ben cuddled beside Laura as soon as he finished in the kitchen. The evening was quiet as they watched television for a while then retired to the bedroom for a good night's sleep. As much as Laura loved the sex with Ben, tonight she was just too exhausted to enjoy it. She changed out of her clothes and into her silk nightgown and immediately crawled beneath the covers. Ben, a little disappointed by the fact that there wouldn't be any sex that night, changed into his pajamas as well, but only after a nice quick cold shower. He cuddled up to Laura in the bed and with his arm around her waist said, "Good night baby. I love you." He kissed her cheek softly and then closed his eyes. Laura muttered, "I love you too." She immediately drifted off to sleep as Ben settled beside her. "Oh why do the weekends have to pass so quickly?" she thought to herself as she slid out of bed the next morning, Ben still asleep beside her. She watched him for a moment before she leaned down, kissed his cheek softly and then headed to the bathroom for her morning ritual to prepare for work. The Journey Home Ch. 07 ~~~ The weeks passed quickly as Ben and Laura planned for their wedding. Laura didn't want anything extravagant, however there were many small details to tend to. Laura spent as much time with Sara and the twins as possible after work and on the weekends, lending a helping hand wherever she was available. Their nights were spent enjoying each other and much of that time was spent making love, in one room or another; Laura's favorite was foreplay in the kitchen. She always looked forward to him coming home after work and fondle her by the stove or sink as she prepared their dinner. Ben really got turned on when Laura would call him into the shower with her before they headed to bed at night. Their sex life was better than ever. ~~~ Two days before Laura's next appointment with her doctor she experienced a horrible headache, which caused her to leave work early. Ben came home to find her sitting on the couch in total darkness; her hands held her head and her eyes closed tight. "Please don't make so much noise Ben," she said, continuing to hold her head. "Oh what's the matter honey?" Ben asked. Laura didn't say a word. "I'm calling the doctor right now," he added as he reached for his phone. "Ben, don't! I don't really feel like going out anywhere. I took some aspirin a few minutes ago and just want to go to bed," Laura said as she stood and walked to the bedroom. "Are you sure you're okay? Did you hit your head today or something?" Ben asked, still wanting to call her doctor. "No!" she snapped back. "I said I'm okay, I just have a bad headache and some nausea today is all. I'm sure I'll be fine after a nap, besides I'm going to see him in a couple days anyway." Ben didn't want to upset her anymore than she already was so he put the phone down and helped her up the stairs and into bed. He closed the curtains and shut the door slightly then sat in the chair beside the bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow she was asleep. Laura slept the entire afternoon and into the next day, Ben never left her side until the following morning. When she awoke it was mid afternoon, but her headache was finally gone. She rolled out of bed and grabbed the robe Ben had put at the foot of the mattress for her and she headed downstairs. Walking into the kitchen she was greeted with a gentle hug and a peck on her cheek. "I called your work for you and they said to just relax today and they would see you Monday morning," Ben said, handing her a cup of fresh brewed coffee then sat beside her at the kitchen table. "I'm taking the day off too, so you won't be alone in the house," he added as he put his arm around her shoulders and leaned in to kiss her cheek. Ben stayed home with Laura the entire day, waiting on her hand and foot. He would rest occasionally to caress her shoulders as she sat on the sofa, knees drawn in toward her chest snacking on saltines because the nausea was still with her even though the headache had disappeared. Ben had to return to work the second day for an important meeting with a new client. That morning he woke before Laura and dressed quietly so as not to wake her. He phoned her several times during the day to check on her. Each time, she said she was doing fine. She didn't want to worry Ben with the news of her headaches recurring and now feeling sick to her stomach, so each time he called she had a smile on her face and happiness in her tone. When she hung up the phone her smile left her face and her tone changed dramatically. Laura spent the majority of the two days in bed sleeping, or in the bathroom afraid to go too far from the toilet. Saturday, her appointment day, couldn't have come sooner. Her headaches were still as strong as the first one and Ben had to drive her to see the doctor. He was worried sick. Ben helped Laura to the car and when he closed the door after her, she grabbed her head in her hands and closed her eyes. Ben noticed Laura hadn't put her seatbelt on so he reached around her, fastened her seatbelt then reached behind him to fasten his own. He drove as fast as he dared to the hospital, trying not to exceed the speed limit, yet make all the lights. "How are you doing sweetheart?" Ben asked quietly, as he glanced over at her. She didn't respond and that was unusual for her. Horrible thoughts started running through Ben's head as he saw the hospital entrance up ahead. "Oh God, what could be wrong? I hope it's not from the accident and that bump on her head? Please God, don't take her from me again." He prayed. The tires squealed as he turned into the driveway; rushing across the lot and stopping at the entrance. Ben put the car in park, jumped out and ran to get a wheel chair for Laura. On his way back out he ran into the guard and asked for help. "My fiancée has an appointment with Dr. Tate today and she's unable to walk," he started to say. "Where's your car?" The guard asked and followed Ben outside. "I'll get her and you can park right over there," the guard continued as he opened Laura's door and helped her into the wheelchair. Ben pulled his car into the reserved spot the guard directed him to. Worried about Laura, he neglected to secure the vehicle after he slammed the door and ran up to the entrance where Laura waited for him. "Th--ank you, s--ir," Ben said almost out of breath from rushing so. He quickly pushed the wheelchair to the elevators and hit the arrow pointing up. When the doors opened, Ben needed to wait for doctors and some other people to get off before he could get in. As he pushed the button for the floor he needed the guard told Ben he would phone up to Dr. Tate's office and let him know they were coming up and needed a room right away. Ben thanked him as the doors closed. The hum of the elevator irritated Laura and she held her head again. "We're almost there baby, just hang on a few more minutes," he said quietly, caressing her shoulders. As the doors opened, Ben saw Emma waiting on the other side and she took the wheelchair from him and rushed Laura into the office. Ben ran behind them as they walked quickly down the carpeted hall. He stepped to the side and opened the office door as they approached. Emma took Laura directly into the exam room where Dr. Tate was waiting for her. Laura felt more at ease now that she was in his office. Emma helped her from the wheelchair to the exam table and told her to lay back. She removed her hands from her head as Samuel spoke to her. "So, I see you aren't feeling well." He said as her exam began. "Not do--ing g--ood to--day doc--tor," Laura stammered, rubbing her forehead and then continued. "I have been getting th--ese horrible headaches the p--ast couple days. Ben wanted me to call you, but it went away after I took some Motrin. Today is different though, it's not g--oing away." Dr. Tate ordered an ex-ray of the bump and Emma helped her to the last room down the hall. After Emma took the picture of her head she helped Laura back to her room where she immediately laid down. Ben was a nervous wreck by this time. He hadn't even sat down yet. He just paced back and forth in front of the door that separated the waiting room from the exam rooms; his palms were damp with sweat as he tried to think positive. Laura's x-ray was read as soon as it was finished and Dr. Tate walked back up the hall to her room with the picture in his hand. He opened the door and held the x-ray up to the light to show Laura nothing had changed with the bump. This news put her at ease a bit, but was still concerned as to why she wasn't feeling well all of a sudden. Samuel began asking a ton of questions as he pulled up the stool and sat beside her. "When was your last period?" She answered him after she looked at the calendar Emma handed her. Samuel smiled and brought his right hand to his chin. "Emma, I need you to get a urine sample from her again. I want to rule out everything," he said as he walked out of the room. Ben tried to see what was going on as he pushed his nose against the small window between the door and the wall, but all he could see was Samuel and Emma walking in and out of the room Laura went into. Emma walked Laura to the restroom and handed her a small plastic container and a packet of sterile towelettes. "The directions are on the wall above the toilet," Emma told her as she opened the door of the restroom. "When you're finished you can set the cup on the counter and then return to your room to lay down," she added. Laura closed the door and walked over to the toilet to read the directions. "I'm getting tired of peeing in a cup," she said as she read the directions thoroughly. When she was finished, she flushed the toilet, washed her hands and walked toward the counter where Emma instructed her to place the cup and then went back to her room. Emma peeked in a few minutes later to check on her and told her the test the doctor was doing would only take a few more minutes. "Can I get you anything while we wait?" she asked. "Can I have something stronger than Motrin for this headache?" Laura responded. "I will give you something as soon as the doctor gives the okay, but for now how about some cold water?" "No thanks, I'm not thirsty. How's Ben? He was in a panic when we got here." "I'm sure he's fine, but I will check on him right now for you." Emma said and walked out of the room and headed for the waiting room. "Emma!" Samuel called out from down the hall as she was going to check on Ben. Ben looked up concerned when from the corner of his eye saw her coming toward the door. His concern turned to anger when she abruptly turned and headed back the way she came. She passed Laura's room and walked into another room. Ben had become quite annoyed by the fact that he had no clue as to what was happening with Laura. "Will you please bring Ben back here to be with Laura when I tell her the results of her test?" Samuel asked as a broad smile covered his face. Emma had her suspicions all along and by the look on Samuel's face, they were confirmed. "Right away doctor," she said excitedly, as she turned and walked back down the hall. The door opened and Ben's heart sank to his stomach when Emma began to talk. Because of his stress and worry he didn't hear everything Emma had said, but walked through the door when she held it open for him. He stopped after he entered; letting Emma walk in front to show him which room Laura was in and told him to have a seat. Laura, by this time, was sitting up on the edge of the table, her headache was gone, but still showed signs of concern when Emma came into the room with Ben. He walked over to her, kissed her cheek and sat on the table beside her. He reached out his hand and held hers when the doctor returned to the room. Everyone was nervous, anxious to hear what Samuel had to tell them. Ben was sweating bullets and felt sick to his stomach but tried not to show it in front of Laura who probably felt the same way as Samuel began to speak. "Well, we ruled out any complications with that nasty bump on your head, actually it is getting smaller!" he said with a smile and then continued. "I reviewed the results of your tests we did last time you were here and they all came back negative. I could only think of one more test to rule out the cause of your headaches and I'm h---" Samuel stopped talking in mid sentence when Laura begin to sob. He handed her a tissue from the box behind him and then held her hand as he started again. "As I was saying, I'm happy to tell you this test came back positive!" Both Ben and Laura starred in confusion at the doctor with the news of her test. Laura glanced at Emma who stood beside Samuel. Emma smiled broadly and walked over to hold Laura's hand and quietly announced, "You're pregnant!" Shocked, Ben and Laura stared at Samuel and Emma. "W-what?" Laura said, as the look of shock turned to tears of joy. Ben laced his fingers in hers and rubbed her stomach. ~~~ Epilogue When Ben and Laura returned home, Laura ran to the phone to call her sister and Ben pulled out his cell phone to call Max with the great news. Ben and Laura were married in a simple ceremony at their house one month to the day they discovered they were expecting. By this time, Sara was back up on her feet tending to her four children. The guest list was small, just their immediate family, closest friends and co-workers. As Laura walked down the path in the garden, all eyes on her, tears welled in Ben's eyes. She was radiant in her gown; a loose fitting ivory gown adorned with pearls. It was very simple, something that she could cut down to wear as a casual dress later. Her hair was pulled up with white beaded accents. Linda, the flower girl, carried a basket of rose petals, scattering them along the path as she walked toward the gazebo. Bobby was the ring barer and walked down the path right after his little sister. Sara was the matron of honor and Max was the best man. Peter told Ben, "Max should be your best man. Laura is back with us because of his help and persistence." The exchanging of vows took place in the gazebo, chairs placed around the perimeter for guests. Ben looked sharp in his new suit. With the news of the pregnancy, Ben didn't want to spend extra money on a tuxedo, deciding instead on a black pinstripe suit. Max and Sara were in their finest clothes. Laura didn't want anyone to go out and get extravagant with formal wedding attire. Ben and Laura wrote their own vows and recited them to the other and then exchanged the rings. When the priest announced, "I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride!" Ben went all out as he slid one arm behind her back and the other behind her head, dipped her and kissed her passionately. When it came time for the bouquet toss there were only two single women there, Emma and Betty. Laura tossed her flowers over her head and the two women, both wanting it, ripped the bouquet in half! Ben tossed the garter and Max was the lucky man to catch it. He put the garter on Betty and then pulled it down and gave it to Samuel so he could do the same to Emma. The cake was cut and served by one of Laura's co-workers. The top of the cake was taken to the freezer in the kitchen for their first year anniversary. The party lasted a few more hours and when Ben gave Max the signal that they were calling it a night he made one final toast and at the end wished everyone a safe ride home. With that the guests started to leave. Ben carried Laura through the yard, into the house and up the staircase to their bedroom. He laid her on the bed, the comforter covered in rose petals. He walked to the chair by the closet and removed his suit coat and tie and then walked back to the side of the bed. He sat beside Laura and with her hand in his he whispered, "Laura, you are the love of my life. Today we begin the journey we have waited so long for. I am so grateful that you came back to me. I will honor you all the days of my life." Ben ended his little speech with another fiery kiss as he held her face in his hands. Their lovemaking began slow and romantic as Ben undressed her. Tender kisses trailed her bare skin as Ben slowly pulled the fabric down her body. She tried to get his shirt off but he kept pushing her hands back. Once she was naked he stood up and ripped his shirt open quickly pulling it off, his pants and briefs followed. He lay on the bed beside her and tenderly slid his palm over her belly. "I love you," he whispered as she smiled at him and a tear rolled down her cheek. "I love you too," she replied, pulling him into her for another kiss. The tender kisses and gentle caresses soon turned wild and passionate when Laura pushed Ben off her and rolled him over. She straddled his thighs, gazed into his eyes and in a delicate voice said, "Fuck me Ben!" ~~~ Their honeymoon was a week touring the northern tip of Michigan as well as the Upper Peninsula. Before Laura's accident, she and Ben had dreams of spending their honeymoon in Cancun; an island community of southeast Mexico off the northeast tip of the Yucatan Peninsula. However, since the plane crash and their reunion, they decided it best to drive somewhere, staying as far away from any planes as possible. Peter and Sara named the twins Elizabeth Rose and Paul Douglas after Betty, who's middle name is Rose; Paul for Dr. Stone and Douglas being Max's real name. Laura safely delivered a sweet baby girl and named her Emma Lynn, after Emma and her sister Sara. Their family didn't stop there however. Shortly after Emma Lynn's first birthday they were expecting again. Max suggested to Ben that they go after the airlines for negligence, among other things. The case went to court and the airlines lost. Laura was awarded one point three million dollars! Ben wanted to properly thank all those who aided in Laura's safe return to him. He gave Dr. Stone the largest amount to continue his research with amnesia and some was divided amongst Dr. Tate, Emma, Max and Betty. He put the rest in an account for his daughter and future children. After the lawsuit ended, Max asked Betty to marry him and she said yes. She stopped flying and took classes for nursing. She got a job at Beaumont Hospital working with Emma and Samuel. Samuel proposed to Emma on the helicopter pad at the top of the hospital where they often went after a hard day to cuddle beneath the blanket of stars. Emma also said yes to Samuel's proposal. A couple weeks after they were awarded the check from the lawsuit, the family celebrated the births of Ben and Laura's twins, a boy, Benjamin Samuel and a girl, Jessica Renee' after her and Ben's mothers. As time went on the family continued to grow! Holidays that were once quiet are now full of cheer and the patter of little footsteps as Ben, Laura, Sara, Peter, Emma, Samuel, Max and Betty and their children all gather at Ben and Laura's home to celebrate life, love and family! The End