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Paddling Upstream

By Strickland83

I had been writing only about an hour when the phone rang. Lindsey�s voice greeted me when I answered.

"Hello, Michael. How are you today?"

She sounded more formal, somehow. My stomach constricted as I remembered the promise I had made to Amanda.

"I�m fine. I was doing some writing. How are you?"

"Great. I�ve been thinking about you."

That sounded nice. I told her so.

"I�m glad you think so," she told me. "I�d like to come over tonight to show you something. Can I come for a visit?"

I laughed lightly. "Of course. You�re always welcome. What time?" I was thinking of what to serve.

"I�ll be there right after sunset. Don�t do anything special. Well, I want you to do a few things for me. Will you do it?"

"That depends on what it is," I said. Truthfully, I�d do just about anything for her, and I was coming to realize that.

"Sit out by the pool; just make sure you�re by yourself. Have a glass of wine if you want. Oh, and turn on the lights exactly like you did for dinner the last time. You know, the underwater light and the other lights around the deck. Just wait for me there. I�ll be there right after dark."

"What is this all about?" I asked, confused.

"I think you will understand later. Do this for me, please, Michael?"

"Sure, no problem. I will be there at sunset, waiting for you. Should I leave the gate open, or the front door unlocked?"

"Don�t worry about that. I will take care of everything else. Just trust me."

Lindsey sounded a little nervous. I was confused but the sound of her voice told me she didn�t want me to ask any more questions. Everything we had done so far had been fun. I was willing to go along with whatever she had in mind.

"No more hints?" I tried.

"None."

It sounded like she was smiling now.

"I can�t wait until sunset."

"I�m sure," she said. Then, "Goodbye, Michael. See you tonight."

That was it. She hung up.

Knowing I had plans, for something, that evening, I spent all day writing to get as much done as I could before I put my work aside. I had started by editing what I had already written, then inspiration struck and I took off on a tangent. I started writing ahead, my imagination running wild with the characters falling in love and finally expressing it. I had to make myself stop at dinnertime so I could eat and be ready for Lindsey�s arrival.

At sunset, I did as she requested, setting the lights and taking my seat. Sipping on a glass of wine, I felt a little foolish. I was anxiously waiting for something but I didn�t know what. As it got dark, time passed with only the sounds of crickets disturbing the silence. I listened for Lindsey�s car.

I thought I saw movement at the waterfront only it was too dark to be sure. Besides, the lights on the deck kept me from seeing the yard beyond the pool. I took another sip of wine and then almost dropped my glass in surprise when Lindsey suddenly appeared on the far edge of the pool deck. I started to stand and call out to her. She saw me and silenced me with a single finger to her lips. I nodded and took my seat, waiting to see what she was going to do.

Surprise overtook me as I finally noticed what she was wearing. She was not dressed as a schoolteacher. On the contrary, her outfit was more along the lines of a student�a very naughty student. She wore a white button-down oxford shirt like the girls at private schools wore. Only, the bottom wasn�t buttoned all the way. Instead, the bottom was tied at the front in a crude knot. The top buttons weren�t fastened either. Only two buttons in the middle of her chest were fastened. The way she looked in the shirt, I doubted she could have been wearing a bra. She wore a plaid skirt and it was very short. Her feet were bare and she was carrying what looked like a boombox. Her hair was down, cascading about her face, and it was like she was glowing in the light. She appeared as if on a stage as she stood on the pool deck.

She put the boombox on the edge of the deck and pressed a button. There was a pause as she stood and moved to the middle of the deck. Then a song by The Divinyls began playing. It took me a few bars to recognize the song. If I had been taking a sip of wine, I surely would have choked when I finally recognized the song.

The first two lines touched my heart. Then the meaning became clear and I felt touched in other places.

As those words were sung, she started to dance. The movement was sexy, erotic.

Now that could have an interesting meaning. As if to explain it, she ran her hands up the front of the shirt. It was as if I could feel her warm smooth flesh when her hands passed across the bare flesh between her breasts. My breathing deepened involuntarily.

When the chorus came on, my heart opened to her.

At that moment, neither did I.

At those words, she closed her eyes but her hands went to the knot at the bottom of her shirt. She untied the knot as she swayed seductively. The shirt opened, now held only by the two buttons in the middle. Next, her hands slipped under the open shirt and her eyes rolled back as her hands passed over her nipples. I could see her chest expand as she took in a deep breath and I gasped out loud. When her hands came out of the shirt, I could see her nipples now tenting the fabric. My pants had become uncomfortably tight and I shifted in my seat to try to ease my discomfort.

At the words,

her eyes closed. Her hands came out of the bottom of her shirt and slid slowly up the front, again passing over her breasts and up to the top. A hand gripped each side just below the collar; her hands moved out and pulled the shirt completely open. I could see the two buttons fly away as she ripped the shirt open, giving me a momentary glimpse of two perfect breasts before she quickly covered them with her shirt, holding it in place.

She half turned away, looking seductively back at me over one shoulder. Her eyes held mine as she let the shirt fall down her arms. Then, I saw the shirt fall from her wrists and flutter to the deck. She was wearing only the skirt and my breathing was coming in ragged gasps. How could I possibly not look?

She turned back around, each hand covering a breast. She uncovered and covered each one in time, giving me a quick look at each. Her hands slid down over the front of her skirt; her breasts stood unfettered, free and proud, on her chest.

Now she got down on all fours and crawled to the very edge of the pool as I watched and tried not to pant. Her eyes still help mine with a piercing gaze.

She sat upright on her knees with her hands at her sides. I watched fascinated as her hands slid along her thighs. Her hands reached the hem of her skirt and the material was pulled up as she moved. Up, up, and her pussy was revealed. My heart rate accelerated until I realized that she was wearing tan panties. Her hands rubbed the front of her panties, along each side of her slit. She ran her tongue over her lower lip as she felt herself. Then her hands moved up again and the skirt slowly slid back down, covering her panties.

She leaned back slowly until her head rested on the ground behind her. Her hands moved up from her waist, again over her breasts, and up the sides of her face. She ran her fingers through her hair, fanning it out around her face like a frame. She sat up.

She stood, one hand on the waistband of her skirt. She opened the waistband and slowly lowered the skirt until it dropped free. She stepped out of it and turned around again, this time bending at her waist until she could look at me from between her legs. She held the waistband of her panties and pushed down. Her ass appeared. A small smile broke out on her face as she saw my reaction. The panties fell to her ankles and she stood, stepping out of them. Completely naked now, she turned around again, her hands covering her pussy.

She looked at me.

She was standing before me, her body revealed to my gaze, her soul bared by the words of the song. As the song drew to a close, she stepped to the edge of the pool, took a deep breath, and dove in. I watched her sleek body streak through the water towards me.

A new song began as she stood in the shallow end of the pool, water cascading off her nude body. This song grabbed my heart and made my pulse race with the implication of the words.

She stretched out a single hand and beckoned with her finger, calling me, inviting me to join her. I smiled and stood, kicking off my shoes and pulling off my socks. I flung off my shirt and tossed it aside. With a single motion, I pushed down my shorts and underwear together, now naked. Excited by her striptease, my erection stood proudly. Her tongue licked her lips and she smiled as it appeared. I stepped forward and jumped into the pool.

We approached each other. My erection grazed her stomach. As we pressed our bodies together, my cock was sandwiched between us. She put her arms around my neck and my arms went around her waist. It felt so natural as our lips met. Feeling her slippery body press against mine was the most perfect feeling in the world.

I felt her lips parting and I opened my mouth. Our tongues touched and I felt a tingle all up my body as we made that spiritual connection. Her arms pulled tighter on my neck. I slid my hands up her back, reveling in the warm feeling of her soft skin beneath my hands. I slid my hands back down to her waist and stopped. I wanted to be a gentleman and not grab her ass.

Then, I realized that we were standing naked in my pool. She had just stripped and offered her body to me. It would be wrong not to take the offered gift. My hands moved lower, cupping the cheeks of her ass. As I did, she moaned into my mouth and held me even tighter.

I lifted her. As she felt her feet lift off the bottom of the pool, she wrapped her legs around my waist, opening herself for my penetration. I took a few steps forward, carrying her into deeper water. When the water reached to my chest, I moved her body a little away from me so my dick could fall free. It still stood out straight, pointed up a little even, so as I lowered her, I was able to position things just right.

I felt my dick catch in the folds of her pussy. A little maneuvering and the head found her opening. She drew in a sudden breath through her nose and kissed me with ferocity as I pressed against her opening. Even though we were standing in the pool, I felt her insides amply lubricated for me. She was as hot as lava as I entered, yet she was so tight that I couldn�t get very far. I lifted her and she helped by pulling herself up with her arms. Then we both pressed her down and me up so I entered a little further.

Oblivious to the world around us, we made love there in the pool. I held her as she half floated, our two bodies becoming one, our two souls becoming one. She was so wet that her lubrication kept my dick sliding in and out of her, even though it was taking place underwater. As her lubrication washed off my shaft, her body replaced it on each stroke.

It didn�t take me long. It had been so long for me. Fortunately, she was so turned on by the situation that she came as she felt me squirting into her. I came so hard that I nearly lost my balance. After I came, I held myself inside her, enjoying the feeling of being inside her.

Our lips parted, both of us smiling. Our faces were so close that I could feel her breath. I spoke the words in my heart.

"I love you, Lindsey."

"I�ve waited so long to hear you say that. I love you, too, Michael."

We just looked into each other�s eyes, savoring the feeling of being so close to each other. Eventually, she shifted and my cock floated free of her lips. She frowned as she felt me leaving her.

"Perhaps we should continue this in the bedroom," I suggested.

"Not yet. I want to play out here some more, first."

I felt her grip loosening and I gently let her go. She fell back and I enjoyed the view of her body in front of me. She unabashedly let me look at her nude form as she slowly swam away from me. I followed and she stopped once the depth was over her head. She reached for me and we treaded water, again kissing and pressing our bodies together.

"I love the feeling of skinny dipping," she told me once the kiss ended.

"I love the feeling of skinny dipping with you," I countered.

She slid her bare body against mine, the water adding slickness to our contact. Though I had just cum, I could already feel things recovering. I smiled and she smiled back.

"That feels so good," I told her.

"It should. I�ve been trying to get you to touch it, or at least look at it, for so long."

I grimaced. "I�m sorry about that. I certainly noticed. I was just a little slow acting on my urges."

"I was so relieved when you joined me in the pool. I was so nervous that you weren�t going to. I knew I was taking a chance and I was going to be so embarrassed if you told me no."

"Not a chance. I couldn�t take my eyes off you. Couldn�t you tell?"

She grinned wider as she slid her breasts across my chest. "Uh-huh."

"I can�t believe you did that. Don�t get me wrong. I am glad you did, but I still can�t believe you�Lindsey�did that."

"Why not?" she asked, batting her eyes and trying to sound innocent.

Now I was nervous about answering. "I never thought about you that way." She frowned a little. "I don�t mean it like that. I have thought about you in sexual ways, but, well, you�re a school teacher. I never imagined any teacher I knew putting on a show like that."

"And it might be best if no one else ever knows I did. Some of the parents might not approve of a stripper teaching their children."

"Have you ever done that before?" I asked after a few seconds� thought.

"No. You are the only person to ever see me do that."

"Thank you. That was so hot."

"I almost chickened out," she admitted.

"When?"

She chuckled. "The whole time. When I was getting dressed at home, when I was paddling here, when I got out of the boat, when I was standing there on the deck in front of you."

"I am glad you didn�t," I told her truthfully.

"Me, too," she said, and kissed me again.

"What happens next?" I asked.

She looked up into my eyes. "That part is up to you. What do you want to happen next?"

"What I would really like," I said, "is for you to stay until morning. How early do you have to help your grandfather tomorrow?"

The arms around my neck gripped me tighter for emphasis as she smiled broadly. "I arranged to take tomorrow off. I�m all yours."

"You did all this for me?"

"Yes, Michael. For you."

I felt so loved at that moment, a feeling I had not known for a long time. It was an inner happiness, like my very soul was radiating. I remembered Amanda�s advice to me and realized she had been right all along.

"I wish I could do something that wonderful for you."

"You already did," she told me.

I looked quizzically at her and asked, "When did I do that?"

"When you asked me to spend the night."

We embraced tightly again and kissed, two naked bodies in the night. Her skin against mine was so warm, so smooth, so soft. It had been so long, too long, since I had been that physically close to another person. I had really believed I could never know a love like that again, until that night.

In the background, the music coming out of the CD player was classical now, "Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini" by Rachmaninoff. It was one of my favorite pieces of classical music.

"I love that song," I thought out loud.

"Mm, me too," she said dreamily.

I slowly moved us to shallower water and we started to dance, standing in waist deep water. We danced in silence for the rest of the song. When it ended, we kept swaying together with Lindsey�s head resting against my chest. Without lifting her head, Lindsey spoke.

"Who are you? Really? Where do you come from? What is in your past?"

I felt a pang of fear in my stomach. My past would have to be revealed, but not just yet.

"Not now, Lindsey. Please. In time I will tell you everything. Just not now."

"Okay, Michael. I can wait." She drew in a deep breath. "I can wait like this a long time," she said and she turned her face to softly kiss my chest.

I lowered us chin deep into the water and kissed her again.

"You are so beautiful," I told her.

She looked down as she answered, "Thank you."

"And I don�t mean just physical beauty, though you are. You are beautiful in so many ways. Inside."

I touched her gently between her breasts and my finger tips could feel her heart beating.

"Thank you for making room for me in there."

"Always, Michael. Always."

"Ready to go inside to bed?"

"Okay," she answered in a dreamy voice.

I led us to the steps and we walked out hand-in-hand. The water cascaded off our bodies as we emerged.

"I have to get my clothes and the player," she told me.

I walked with her and helped her gather her things. Then we picked up mine and went inside.

When I slid open the glass door, the chill of the air conditioning instantly puckered her nipples. She pressed her body against mine instinctively for warmth.

"Let�s take a warm shower before bed," I suggested.

"Yes, that sounds nice," she replied.

In the master bathroom, I turned on the shower and got a pair of towels. Before long, the water was steamy and we were standing together under the warm stream. I put my arm around Lindsey�s trim waist and pulled her body to me for another kiss. She took advantage of the moment to slide her body up and down against mine and I enjoyed the feel of her boobs moving against my chest.

We rinsed off but she insisted on soap as well. "I want you to taste me, not the pool," she told me and I was not about to argue about that.

She chose to use her hands instead of a washcloth. Her soapy hands slid briefly over my upper body before both hands closed on my erect shaft, stroking me clean. Then, she reached down a little farther to run a soapy hand over my balls. Finally, her fingers pressed into my ass cheeks to pull me tightly to her and a finger ran along the crack of my ass. Proclaiming me clean, she took a step back and looked expectantly at me.

It took me just a moment to catch on. I soaped my hands quickly, eager to run my hands over my favorite parts of her body. She smiled as she saw I got the clue and waited expectantly. A soft moan, barely audible over the spray from the showerhead, escaped her lips as my hands made contact with her breasts. I played more than cleaned as I enjoyed their soft firmness, but she never complained.

When I had played enough (for the moment) with her upper body, I let my hands descend, as slowly as I could force myself to contain my eagerness, to her lower body. Both palms slid down, lubricated by soap and water, over her trim stomach, an index finger pausing ever so briefly to explore her navel, then I let out a sigh as I felt the touch of her pubic hair. She snickered, but it changed to a sigh as I let a finger slide along her slit, pressing against the closed lips. My fingers could feel the sparse hairs on the outsides of the lips themselves, in spite of the soapiness. I pressed inward to drag a single soapy digit between her lips. Satisfied she was clean there, I turned her to the spray and held her lips open as I used my hand to rinse any soap from her most sensitive spot.

Next, I pressed our bodies together again, but with one of my hands between her legs. I used my middle finger to seek out her opening. Pressing inward, I explored her pussy as my tongue invaded her mouth. I could feel the thick slickness inside her but the intensity of the movements of her tongue confirmed how much she was enjoying the feeling of having part of me inside her.

The play in the shower could have gone on for hours until our hands and feet were wrinkled. What tore us away from that simple play was the knowledge that a bed lay on the other side of the wall, inviting and calling us. As Lindsey faced me, I reached around her and turned off the water. Lindsey put her arm around my neck as I opened the door and we stepped out.

I took one of the thick fluffy white towels from the rack and wrapped it around her body, using the towel to hold her to me. She responded by kissing me. While we kissed, I dried her back. When I was finished, she wasn�t about to end the kiss and neither was I, so I held the towel around her to keep her warm as our tongues dueled.

Finally, she pulled her mouth from mine and, holding me with a smoldering gaze, she stepped back. I used the towel to dry off her front, taking special care of the damp spot between her legs. When I was done, I was still on my knees from drying her lower legs so I planted a kiss on her pussy lips, earning a moan of approval from higher up. I stood and she planted a light kiss on my lips before taking the towel from me. She dried me off, wrapped a handful of towel around my erect cock and using it as a handle while she reached behind me to dry my ass. She also got on her knees to dry my legs and the head of my dick received a kiss. Finding ample precum on the tip, I received a suck as well. When she sucked, my knees started to buckle.

"Get used to that," she warned. "I intend to do a whole lot more to you."

I smiled in response.

She dried her hair for a few minutes with the towel before tossing the used towel onto the vanity. She gave me a serious look. I enjoyed looking at her body on display like that. I could even see her trim backside reflected in the mirror.

"Take me to bed or lose me forever," she said in a sultry voice.

"A Top Gun fan?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Take my breath away," she replied with a sly smile and a twinkle in her eye.

I bent a little and put one arm behind her knees, the other around her back below her arms, and lifted. Her lithe body came easily into my arms and her arms naturally slipped around my neck. It felt so natural holding her that way, like I had waited all my life for this moment. I stepped into the bedroom and felt a surge of embarrassment.

I certainly had not expected a guest for the night. I had left the bedroom in a mess, bed unmade and with a few stray pieces of clothes strewn about. Lindsey, of course, noticed.

"You were so anxious to see me that you didn�t stop to clean up," she observed with a smile. "I like a man who is impulsive."

"I�m glad you think that, and I am not about to change your mind. That�s your story and I�m sticking to it."

We both giggled at my misquote, not nearly as suave as her earlier movie quotes. I gently laid her on the bed and stood back up.

"Aren�t you going to join me?" she asked.

It took me an instant to swallow and recover from the sight before I could answer her.

"I was just admiring what a beautiful sight you are, naked in my bed."

"That is so sweet."

"It�s how I feel in my heart," I confessed.

I crawled onto the bed and over her, resting my body on my knees and arms as I kissed her.

When we came up for air, she said, "You can put your weight on me. I won�t break."

I ever so gently lowered myself onto her, immediately enjoying the touch of her soft body against me.

"What are you smiling about?" she asked.

"You. You feel so good," I said with feeling.

"I�m glad you think so," she said and I could feel her taking in a deep breath beneath me. "You feel really nice, yourself," she added as she ran her hands over my back and butt. Her fingernails dug into the cheeks of my ass and she raised her eyebrows.

I took the hint and moved back onto my knees. With her pussy directly in front of me, I used my cock as a probe and worked it between her lips, indulging in her wetness as I slid it up and down. I made sure to gather moisture at the bottom of her slit and rub against her clit at the top. She watched my face as I did so. Then, I realized the question I had not asked earlier. I moved my dick up to her clit and held it there, away from her opening.

"Uhm, I kind of got carried away earlier, in the pool. I should have asked. Are you�?"

She chuckled. "It�s nice of you to ask but yes, I am. I�m on birth control. Don�t worry. I would have stopped you if I hadn�t been."

She must have seen the look of relief on my face. Then she looked more serious as she said, "So what are you waiting for?"

I grinned and leaned forward, pushing my dick lower until it sank into her wet channel. She felt tight but well lubricated, and it felt so right to be inside her. Her arms wrapped around me as I leaned forward on her. Our lips met and I felt her ankles around my lower legs. Our bodies began moving without conscious effort, already knowing what to do.

When our lips parted, our faces stayed close as we watched each other. I was enjoying seeing the reaction in her expression as I thrust harder or deeper. I saw her eyes losing focus and I knew she was close to orgasm. I concentrated my effort and was rewarded with an expression of ecstasy on her face. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened in a silent scream.

The scream took on a voice as she cried out, letting me know just how hard I had made her cum. I kept up my pace, not letting her down from her peak. The expression she was wearing took on a new level and I knew then that she was cumming again. Her fingernails dug into my back before scratching down lower. I felt her nails digging into the flesh of my ass. I didn�t care about the pain, hardly noticed it in fact; I wanted to drive her to new heights to show her how much pleasure she gave me.

Her ankles were putting pressure on my legs. She was trying to lever herself up off the mattress to drive my cock further into her. She was probably not consciously aware she was doing it as the multiple orgasms tore through her. Her body was working free of her mind, seeking out orgasm without needing her direction.

She found her final peak, at last, and her body relaxed almost at once. She was sweaty from the effort. Seeing her face shift from ecstatic heights, almost pain even, to blissful relaxation, drove me over my edge. As she was coming back to reality, I shoved myself forcefully into her and spurted. I was cumming so hard that I was only vaguely aware of the smile appearing on her face. She was now enjoying watching me.

I emptied myself into her, the second time that evening, feeling satisfied and at peace. When I finally caught my breath, I was aware that the points where we joined were very slippery with sweat. I sighed heavily.

"When you cum, you really cum," she observed.

Still breathing heavily, my heart slowing coming down from racing, I answered, "You didn�t do so badly, yourself."

"Well, I didn�t exactly do that to myself."

We just grinned at each other for a few minutes, both still letting our heart rates and breathing return to normal. I moved off her and onto my back. She automatically turned on her side and slid a leg over my body, sliding halfway onto me.

"Oops," she said as I felt my cum plopping heavily out of her and onto my stomach. "I�m sorry about that."

"Don�t be, Lindsey. I certainly didn�t mind putting it there. I am not going to complain about it being returned to where it came from."

She rubbed her cheek across my chest. "Oh, this feels so nice."

"Yes, it does," I responded, very aware also of the feeling of her tits against my stomach and her very damp pubic hair against my leg. I reached for her butt with one hand, caressing her.

"I think we�re kind of messy now. We probably need another shower."

"This is one kind of messy I don�t mind at all," I told her.

"Do you really mean that?"

"Yes, I do. It�s us. I like making you all slippery... and gooey."

"Do it again?" she asked.

"Sure, when I get my strength back," I said, laughing weakly.

"Poor baby. Did I wear you out with just two times?" she said, sounding like she was talking to a child.

"Yes," I said matter-of-factly.

"Rest. You will need your strength for later," she urged me.

I didn�t mean to, but I did slip off to sleep. It was later, but still dark, when I woke from my nap. I was lying on my stomach and Lindsey was still next to me, gently touching my back.

"I think I fell asleep on you. I am so sorry."

"Don�t be," she told me. "I am afraid, though, that I put some serious marks on you. Does it hurt?"

When she said it, I was aware that I could feel welts on my back where her fingertips passed over me.

"No, not really," I said.

"Liar. You should see how red you are. I�m ashamed I got so carried away."

"No one else will ever see them," I told her. "You can mark me anyway you want."

"I like the sound of that, but I still don�t want to hurt you. I�m going to trim my fingernails."

I turned towards her and kissed her. She, in turn, shifted and rained kisses along the scratch marks running down my back. The touch of her lips felt nice. When she got to my butt, the kisses continued onto my ass.

"Did you get me there, too?" I asked.

"Yep, sorry. I really marked my territory."

"Your territory," I repeated. Then, "I like the sound of that."

"Mmm, me, too," she concurred.

Her lips on my ass cheeks felt funny, but kind of nice.

"Do you have any lotion?" she asked. "For your back?"

"I don�t think so."

"Men. I�ll have to leave some here. It is the least I can do to repair the damage I cause to you."

"I am really not complaining. It was fun," I assured her.

"Well, if it didn�t hurt too much�" she started to say.

I raised an eyebrow and turned over. Her eyes followed my cock which was starting to become erect. She moved to my midsection and put her head down on my stomach, facing my dick. Her left hand reached for it, her touch speeding the erection to completion.

"I never get tired watching that," she said wistfully.

"Watching what?"

"One of those things get hard."

"I am glad you enjoy it. I will do it for you as often as I can," I said with a smile.

She gave me a few strokes. Satisfied that I was fully erect, she sat up. She faced me as she straddled my waist. I watched as she parted her lips with the fingers of her left hand and guided the head of my cock to her opening with her other hand. The touch of her wet lips made me sigh in pleasure.

"Yeah, that does feel nice," she said.

I kept my eyes on where our bodies were joining. When I felt the tip catch in her moist folds, I involuntarily thrust upward. I felt Lindsey push downward at the same time and we were joined.

"It went in really easily," I observed.

"You left me well lubricated from the last time," she explained. "And a little stretched, I think."

She began riding me and I put my hands just above her waist. My gaze lifted, first to watch her breasts bouncing with the motion, then to her face. She had been watching me.

"Like what you see?" she asked with a broad grin.

"Absolutely," I answered.

"Good," she said, a look of concentration on her face as I felt her squeeze her inner muscles.

"Ahh," I said.

"Kegel exercises," she grunted as explanation, not stopping to talk.

It was like my dick was getting a massage. I grew even harder inside her body. The feeling was so pleasurable that I was glad I had already cum twice that evening. If I hadn�t, there would be no way I would be able to last very long with her doing that.

She was grunting in time to the motion. Fortunately for my stamina, she quickly tired and stopped the exercises.

"That was fantastic!" I told her.

"You liked that, didn�t you?"

"You bet I did! I am glad you stopped, though. I don�t know how much longer I could hold out."

"Would you mind getting on top now? I�m kind of tired after that."

"Certainly," I said.

Instead of getting off, she leaned forward and grabbed me around the neck. When she was almost lying down, she leaned and started to roll us over. Catching on to what she was up to, I helped and we ended up with me on top. My dick never came out.

"Impressive skills," I said.

She grinned. "I didn�t want you to come out of me."

I now did most of the work, thrusting into her and trying to make her cum. I could see by the expression on her face that I was starting to accomplish my goal. I smiled as I could just see the orgasm starting to overtake her in the dim light.

I redoubled my efforts and the bed squeaked a little louder. Like a wave, her orgasm suddenly washed over her. She started to moan but it quickly turned into a cry as I pressed on harder. I smiled as I watched her face. Lindsey was beautiful, but never more beautiful than when she was cumming. I felt so good inside making her feel that way. I guess I felt alive again.

It took me longer to cum. When Lindsey had recovered from her orgasm, she asked if we could do it doggy style. I got off of her and watched, spellbound, as this beauty turned over on all fours, her lovely bottom pointed at me. She looked around her shoulder like she was asking if I was going to mount her�as if there was ever a question. I crawled on my knees to her and looked down as I pressed my cock through her slippery folds until I felt her opening. She was still distended from my last penetration so I easily slipped into her, even though she was much tighter in this position. The angle was different and I felt her lips pressing against the bottom of my shaft. It wasn�t unpleasant, just delightfully different. I grabbed her by her hips and pulled our bodies together.

"Yes," she moaned.

She rocked back and forth on her hands and knees as I thrust my hips forward and back. There wasn�t as much to see in this position but the sensations were so different. I let my hands wander over and under her, playing with her breasts as they swung in spite of her firmness. One hand slid lower down her stomach, encountering her patch of hair, and slipping through her lips, feeling my slick shaft going in and out as my finger located her clit. I played with the sensitive nub as we screwed. The sounds she made let me know she liked that.

I leaned over her, over her back. She felt the change and turned her head to the left as far as she could. By pressing myself as hard as I could, I was just able to press my lips to hers and kiss her. The distribution of weight was too much for her and her arms gave way, sending us both down onto the soft mattress.

I didn�t stop when that happened. I was too close. I vigorously pounded myself into her, her pussy even tighter in that position, and I fell over the edge. My body was now working detached from my brain as my dick pumped in and out of her. At the same time, my dick was pumping her pussy full of my sperm. She just lay there and enjoyed it.

When I was finished, I didn�t want to get up but I knew it was probably uncomfortable for her with my weight on her. I moved off, my soft cock slipping free even as I felt the suction from her wet lips. A flow of our combined juices wet us and the sheets as I moved.

"Ohh," Lindsey said sadly as she felt me withdraw.

"I didn�t want to hurt you. I know I was kind of rough at the end."

"�Kind of� rough? Honey, you were a maniac... and I liked it," she said as a smile touched her mouth. "Mm, the feeling of you pressing down on me, and then filling me, was wonderful." She really drew out the last word until it was almost like a sigh. I put an arm around her and hugged her naked body to mine.

"I want to sleep just like this � touching you."

"You won�t get any complaints from me," she said.

"Thank you," I told her in the darkness.

"For what?" she asked.

I was holding her so tightly that I could feel her chest vibrating as she asked her question.

"For breaking through my shell. For setting me free. For loving me."

I felt a few tears escape my eyes as I spoke those words.

"I felt that. You�re crying," she said, turning over to face me. "What is in your past?"

"Lindsey, I will tell you someday. Just not now, okay?"

She kissed at a tear on my cheek. "Okay, Michael. When you�re ready."

We held each other and thoughts raged through my mind. I thought of Lindsey, of how she had danced for me, and of how we had just made love. I thought of Theresa and I didn�t feel guilty of what I had just done. I imagined her watching and smiling, her head nodding gently. I also imagined Amanda�s voice yelling, "Tell her!"

We fell asleep like that, holding our slightly sweaty bodies against each other. I had not felt that satisfied or slept that well in a very, very long time.

When I woke, the light coming through the curtains told me we had slept much of the morning away. Lindsey had pulled the covers over us at some point, but she was still in my grasp. I watched her sleep, her sweet gentle face slack and beautiful in slumber. I smiled as I remembered how lovely that face looked in orgasm. My cock twitched in response to that thought.

"Hmm, someone is ready to play again, I think," Lindsey said sleepily. Opening her eyes, she added, "Good morning, Sunshine."

Her face beamed at the sight of me. My heart warmed at her look, at her touch.

"Hiya, beautiful. This was so nice."

"So let�s do it again," she said in challenge.

She pushed and rolled me onto my back. Moving between my legs, she took my cock into her mouth and I quickly finished rising to the occasion. The feel of her mouth on me made me tingle all the way down to my toes. I delighted in watching her suck. My rapidly growing shaft moved in and out of her mouth, the base slick with her saliva. She looked into my eyes and I could tell by her eyes that she was smiling.

I tried to speak but the feeling of her mouth kept distracting me. "That is, uh, yeah, and, well, I m-uhn. Ohh, that�s nice."

My dick left her mouth with a pop, the smile now evident on her lips.

"You were trying to say something?" she asked.

"I�m not sure." I chuckled. "You were distracting me."

"I can distract you some more," she offered and her tongue touched the tip of my erection.

"Unh, I was going to say that your mouth feels wonderful, but your pussy is even better. Now, though, I am not sure."

"You can have either one," she said and gave me another suck.

"I can�t choose," I said.

She took another suck, a harder one.

"When I am in your pussy, we get to give each other pleasure."

"Do you really think I don�t enjoy this?" she said, taking my dick out of her mouth just long enough to say that.

"I know I sure do," I said.

"You can have either end," she offered.

"Can I have both?" I asked.

"Not at the same time."

She crawled on top of me and gave me a wet lingering kiss. I got a slight thrill realizing that my tongue was now where my dick had just been. She rolled off me onto her back. Spreading out her arms and legs, she said, "Take me." I did.

I tasted her first, enjoying her scent and making sure she enjoyed my tongue. I had no difficulty entering her. Her pussy was still stretched open from what we had done during the night, and I had left behind enough of our combined juices to lubricate her. Though I had opened her, she still felt tight as I sunk balls deep into her body.

We made noisy love that time, grunting and moaning with abandon. With no one around to hear us, we made sounds only intended for each other. Even though it wasn�t tender, it was loving. When we were done, the sheets were even more messed up and we had made yet another wet spot.

After I finished cumming in Lindsey, I was enjoying the feel of her slippery grip on me too much to want to move. We kissed for a few minutes beyond the loss of my erection. Despite my best efforts, I finally felt my dick squeezed free of her warm wetness.

"I think I need a shower," Lindsey said. "I�m wet and sticky." Then she smiled and added, "And very satisfied."

I got up to lead the way back to the shower. Lindsey got up and a flow promptly issued from her pussy. She held her hand against her lips to stem the flow.

"You really filled me up," she said, smiling apologetically.

In the bathroom, I got fresh towels and turned on the water as she sat and emptied herself. I watched, happy that I had done that to her.

"Were you watching me pee?" she asked when she joined me in the shower.

"No, not watching you pee. I was watching you, uh, empty yourself of me."

"Oh, okay. That�s better. It was nice."

"Putting it there was certainly more than nice."

"So when are you going to do it again?"

"I would love to right now, but I think my dick needs a little more time to recover."

She put her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss. "That�s okay. I�m a little sore inside, too. Not that I mind, of course."

We decided to forego the washcloths again and soaped each other by hand. I savored her slick softness, enjoyed her curves, indulged in sliding my body against hers.

After the shower, I loaned her a shirt since hers had lost its most crucial buttons during her dance. Then, once we were clean and dressed (though she was dressed only in a t-shirt), we fixed breakfast together. I was really enjoying working with her in the kitchen. I found myself stopping from time to time and just watching her.

"What are you looking at?" she asked with an embarrassed laugh.

"You."

"Stop it," she said and giggled.

"No."

"Okay," she sighed, acting resigned but showing just a hint of a smile

After that, she put up with my attention. I don�t think she minded it all that much.

We spent the day just relaxing around the house, never straying far from bed. We made love one more time, slowly, right before our mid-afternoon lunch. After lunch, she had to go home. I helped her carry her things to the tiny boat.

"How about coming over for a sleepover tomorrow night?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye as she was getting into her boat.

"That depends. Who will be there?"

"Uhm, you and me, and�"

"And?" I asked.

She gave me an enormous grin. "Brisco."

"That sounds like a nice idea, but�"

"But?" she asked.

"I don�t think I have anything to wear."

"That will not be a problem," she assured me.

"Then I will be there. What time?"

"Come over before dinner and you can help me fix it."

I nodded.

"Or you can watch me fix it," she added.

"I might like that even better."

She held onto the edge of the wharf as she stood in her canoe and leaned towards me. I knelt down and kissed her.

"See you tomorrow night," she whispered.

Then she paddled off, heading upstream towards downtown. I sat on the old boards, my feet hanging over the water and my legs swinging happily, and watched her until she was just a dot in the distance. The dot got out at her wharf and gave me a final wave with a paddle so I could see it.

I walked back to the house but I felt like I was walking on a cloud. I was thinking how my life had changed since the night before. Lindsey hadn�t just taken me out of my shell. She had smashed it so I could never retreat in there again.

Looking at my watch, I decided to give Amanda a call and fill her in on the turn my life had taken.

"It�s about time you call, Michael! I was worried about you. What have you been doing? What did Lindsey want to show you?"

"I am sorry I didn�t call sooner. I was busy."

"Uh-huh. Busy doing what?" she asked excitedly.

I decided to shock her. She had it coming.

"Fucking Lindsey," I said evenly.

There was a sputtering sound, then, "Aw, shit! Dammit, Michael, you made me spit Diet Coke all over my screen. You were doing what?!!"

"You heard me. She just left."

"Are you shitting me?"

"No, Amanda, I am definitely not shitting you."

"Tell me everything. What happened?"

I told her. I told how Lindsey did her dance and how I joined her in the pool. I told how we moved to the bedroom and spent the night together. How we made breakfast together and how she had invited me to spend the night at her house.

"I told you she was hot for you," Amanda said.

"I think you were right."

"I know I was right. I just had a hard time getting you to realize it. Now aren�t you glad you did that?"

"Yes, it was very nice."

"It sounds more than just nice. Nice would have been sharing a glass of wine before she went home. Nice would not have been a striptease followed by a night and a day of hot sex."

"Then I guess you were right. It was more than nice."

"You are probably sitting there with this big shit-eating grin on your face, aren�t you?"

"Maybe," I said.

"Michael got laid," she sang. Then, "Lindsey and Michael, sittin� in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G."

"Amanda, it was more than that."

"So what was it?" she asked.

I thought for a moment. "Making love," I answered softly.

"Mmm," she said. "It sounds so nice when you say it that way."

We talked a long time about Lindsey. We talked about how I felt about Lindsey. Amanda never mentioned Theresa. Still, she sounded relieved as we talked. Relieved about me, perhaps.

I was sitting on the sofa with my computer in my lap, writing, when the phone rang late that night.

"Hello?"

"Hi, hon," Lindsey�s voice said.

"Hi," I answered with all the emotion I was feeling.

"You say that so sexy," she said. "I�m missing you right now."

"So come on back over," I suggested.

"I can�t."

"Why not?"

"Because. If I come over there, I will end up in bed with you, and I won�t get to sleep until the wee hours of the morning, and I will be no use to Grandpa tomorrow morning."

"It sounds like you have to get your personal life and your work life prioritized."

She chuckled as she said, "If I came over tonight, there would be no question of priorities. We would end up in bed and Grandpa would have to pick his vegetables by his own sorry self."

"Then perhaps it would be best to wait until tomorrow night."

"It will be a long lonely night tonight, and a long day tomorrow."

"I will be counting the hours," I said.

"What are you doing now?" she asked.

"Writing."

"Michael, when are you going to let me see what you write?"

"Someday," I said.

"Someday? Well, that�s better. I think we are making progress. �Someday� is better than just brushing me off."

I heard her yawn.

"Someone needs to get to sleep so she can get up with the chickens," I told her.

"Yes, I do, but I wanted to hear your voice one more time before I went to sleep."

"Goodnight, Lindsey, and thank you."

"You�re welcome, Michael."

She hung up and I looked down at what I had been writing. It was a love scene, much like the one we had acted out in my bedroom the night before. Thinking over the story, I realized that I was drawing heavily on my experiences with Lindsey. I wondered if it might bother her that she was being depicted in my next book. I doubted that she would ever make the connection. While I drew from her for inspiration (as I often took my characters from real life), I changed enough that it shouldn�t be a problem.

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