CHAPTER 25

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Checking my watch I saw the time was just 4:21 so I was a bit surprised to hear the bell for the front door. I felt like a high school kid on his first date. Of course, I had never experienced a first date in either high school or college as an undergrad. No wonder I was so excited.

I opened the door and gazed in amazement at the sight before me. Sara was nothing less than breathtaking as she rushed into my arms and my kiss. Our tongues wrestled with each other aggressively as our bodies merged. I thought later that we had defied the laws of physics—two bodies coming together and occupying the same space at the same time—a physical impossibility even for a nerd like me.

I broke it first, whispering, "I missed you…so much." Once again there was a level of comfort I had never known before with any woman and doubted that I ever would again.

"Me, too…obviously. Damn! I wish I didn't have to work tonight."

"Yes, but think of how much we'll be able to look forward to tomorrow morning. I plan to go to sleep early so I'll have plenty of energy for you."

"I plan to sleep through at least half of my shift. Well…I would if it wasn't a Friday night. Where are we going to eat?"

"There's a nice place on Route 25A that I've wanted to try. I've read good things about it. Are you ready to go or would you like to come in first."

"If I come in, John, I don't think we'd ever make dinner so maybe we'd better go. I like your outfit, John. It suits you."

"I kinda like what you're wearing, too." She was wearing an almost skin-tight tee shirt—beige—with tight jeans and shoes—don't ask me what kind—with about a two-inch heel. Damn, but she exuded sex appeal! Her bra must have been really sheer because I could clearly make out her hard nipples through the shirt that was stretched so tightly around her firm breasts.

We kissed again briefly then I led her to the garage and my new SUV. Fifteen minutes later I pulled into the long thin driveway to the left of the restaurant. As expected, the restaurant was almost deserted so we were shown straight to a banquette—one of those curved benches some restaurants have that encourage intimacy, not that we needed any help.

Later, years after that dinner, Sara told me that the food was wonderful that evening. I knew that all of our subsequent meals there were spectacular, but that evening I only had eyes for Sara. I did recall that we had iced tea because she couldn't drink and then go to work in the hospital. I also learned that evening what being in true love was really like.

If the dinner was wonderful, the following morning was just incredible. I was up early as always and I changed the sheets, not that they needed it. A professional cleaning company did my entire house every Thursday, including changing and washing the linens on the bed. All the same, I wanted this experience to be special and it was.

I sat with a glass of OJ on the front porch as Sara's car drew near. Then she was out the door and into my arms. Our clothes fell to the floor as we rushed inside. She pushed me down to the cold slate floor in the vestibule and rode me there, ignoring the obvious pain in her knees. "I've wanted this all week, John. I'm sorry, but I just can't wait any longer."

I knew I was going to cum quickly, but she didn't care. She ground her swollen bud into my abdomen with unbelievable speed and ferocity. I blew into her, my cock softening quickly, but not so quickly that she wasn't able to reach her climax. Her body shook violently for several seconds before she exhaled mightily and fell onto my chest. We lay there until we had both recovered then we looked into each other's eyes and laughed. We laughed so hard that we cried.

"I guess you know how much I missed you, John."

"I'd say almost as much as I missed you. I'm sure you're tired. Let's go to bed." She kissed me again then pushed herself up and I followed, our clothes still strewn around the floor. I gently pinched her butt as I followed up the stairs, even pausing near the top to plant a sweet kiss on each cheek. Sara turned and took my hand. I had stars in my eyes as we crawled under the comforter.

My cock was still oozing and her cunt was leaking, but we completely ignored those sensations, savoring instead the touch of our skin on skin contact. We lay next to each other for almost an hour, kissing and touching each other. This was making love at its sublime best.

I could see Sara tiring so I pulled her head to my chest as I rubbed her back. "Don't worry," I whispered. "I'll be right here when you wake up." She was asleep a few minutes later. I thought at the time that this was the way I would always want to sleep.

Sara woke up a bit after two the following morning, claiming, "I have to pee." She returned a few minutes later and, even in the dim moonlight that filtered through the window I could see the broad smile on her face.

Her lips met mine even as her hand sought and found my hard dick. She rolled onto her back, pulling me between her legs. "Fuck me, John. Take me and give me the good hard fucking I need." That's pretty much what I did--rubbing the spongy head of my cock into her slit and slowly pressing home once I knew she was lubricated.

Sara's legs went first around my waist and back as our bodies met forcefully with every thrust. We continued that way for several minutes until Sara grabbed her ankles and pulled them up and over my shoulders. Our action was different now, but I knew that I was rubbing her G-spot as I sawed in and out of her hot tight tunnel. It wasn't long before I could see the results of my efforts. I could see and feel tiny tremors radiating from her cunt and coursing through her body.

My instinct told me to press onward so that's what I did, driving into Sara faster and harder until she could take no more. Her body shook and twisted wildly for almost thirty seconds as her orgasm took complete reign over her body. I had cum only a few hours earlier so I had lots of staying power. However, I'm only human. My balls clenched up to my body as my hips forced my swollen organ as deep into Sara as I could ever hope to be. I'd given Sara my best. I hoped it was enough.