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 After having a long time live-in girlfriend situation dissolve over
religious and medical reasons I wasn't anxious to get back in the game. 
That was 5 years ago, and except for a few one night flings, a string of 3
and 4 date semi-commitments that didn't progress to interest me any
further; I have been a single guy who has some interest in the natural urge
to get laid from time to time, but pretty picky about who might stay beyond
leaving a wet spot in the sheets.  I've been to the Mustang Ranch in Nevada
to see if just paying a woman to get my nut would make me happy.  It turns
out, it didn't.  I do like the chase, the interaction, the little game
playing by a man and a woman when they both know that sex is the inevitable
goal.  Neither wants to make the cold move to say, "I want to get laid" and
get it over with.  I guess there is a certain gamesmanship to the
negotiation of the deed.

   I lived with and shared all of my possessions, as she did hers, with
Olivia for 12 years.  We met in college when we were both just 18 year old
freshman.  We moved in together almost instantly on campus and after
graduation I bought a house and she bought a car.  We got jobs at an
environmental firm where we didn't have to interact with each other beyond
riding to work together.  For my 30th Birthday she made me a special dinner
and over that meal she informed me that she took care of a problem for us,
she had an abortion.

   My first reaction?  I thought I was going to pass out.  I couldn't speak
all the while as she could not figure WHY I reacted so negatively.  I call
myself a Christian and though I may not be the most devout Catholic in the
world, I do believe that abortion is murder, but certainly hold no grudge
against those who think differently.  HOWEVER, I would think I would have
been consulted on this decision.  It was my flesh and blood that was
destroyed and I thought I should have had SOME say in it.

   I could never look at her the same way again and as hard as I tried, I
could not bring myself to say that I loved her again.  She may as well have
cheated on me as far as destroying my trust in her.  The more she spoke of
how little she thought of taking the life within her, that I created, the
less I thought of her.  We hadn't had sex for a couple weeks, and that
wasn't totally out of the norm from time to time.  We were usually out of
the house by 6:30 every morning and usually were not home until after 6 at
night.  After a drink and the news we usually ate a late dinner and were
off to bed.  It was spring and the weekends were full of yard work and
spring cleaning so she had the window get it done without my noticing a
blip in her desire for my love making.  Nothing in her emotional state gave
away what she had done, when she had it done.  I remembered one day when
she was "going shopping" with her sister after work and would be home
around 10 or so.  Later I investigated and found she left work before noon
that day.

   After a week of trying to come to grips with it all she volunteered to
move out for a time to let the "dust settle".  She would live at her
sisters until I called for her.  I never had the urge to see her beyond the
polite hello's we exchanged at work.  We've settled what was mine and hers
without much rancor and just 5 years later I don't miss her.  She has a new
boyfriend she lives with and except for the grand deception and the rug she
pulled from under me, it's forgotten.  That fact makes me wonder if she had
just become my habit, rather than my potential life partner.  Shouldn't I
feel a big hole in my heart?  Or was her SIN against my feelings and
beliefs so great that no part of me could forgive her. . . . . . . . .  So
that's my back story, if it makes a difference.

   It was a Friday night and I was out with another single friend of mine,
Jake from work.  Jake was 25 and single and quite a fox hunter.  I always
drove us to any club as Jake rarely needed a ride home, he usually had
female company.  I enjoyed watching him work his magic.  He was especially
good in places with dancing and a DJ.  He was slick on the dance floor,
where me, I wasn't so hot to trot to show my limited dance skills.  I hoped
that that my good looks would lead me to a score, but I still had trouble
making the first move.  If some sweet young thing gave me a smile or wink,
I was there in an instant.  I should say, when I say "young", I interpret
that as around my age or younger.  Being 35 I hated to admit my age, but I
never lied about it and I hope against hope that it hasn't been out of
politeness that most gals are surprised when I tell them I'm 35.  Having a
full head of dark hair helps, and only my hairdresser knows for sure.

   In any event, at Minnie's Mouse Trap the DJ was spinning mostly 80's and
90's hits with a few current dance tunes and it seemed to keep the crowd
the right age the owners wanted, keeping the trouble quotient down.  Jake
had just asked a girl, whom I sure was carded upon ordering drinks, to
dance to a hip hop sort of tune and I watched him and then checked the
perimeter of the dance floor to see who else might be doing the same. 
Across the floor right under a light that made me unsure of her hair color
was a real cute girl, lady, gal, (hard to categorize but she looked to be
around 25, maybe younger maybe older) but one thing I was sure of was I
caught her eye and she smiled.  I smiled back and she turned to talk to a
friend, so I was afraid it might be just fleeting, but I kept my eye on
her. She scanned back and caught my eyes and she smiled again and even
seemed to nod.

   "Damn!" I thought to myself, "Do I know her?" She looks "sort of"
familiar and I quickly went through my conquest file in my head and I was
sure if I ever took such a cutie home before, her name and face would be
ingrained in my memory, yet she was so familiar.  I took a step along the
perimeter of the dance floor as I was suddenly glad handed by an old friend
who wanted to know how things were going and if I was interested in a Bus
Trip to Fenway Park the following month.  I gave him my best "Hi, maybe,
call me, G'bye" and side stepped him and looked to where the mystery gal
stood and she was gone.  A quick scan of the dance floor found her dancing
with one of her girlfriends so I stood approximately where I had seen her
and waited to see if that was where she might orbit again.

   Under the lights on the floor I was sure her hair was Auburn, and she
had the perfect complexion to accent it.  Her eyes looked to be green, but
I know I only hoped for that, not a chance I could see them from my vantage
point.  She finished her dance and strolled back to where I was standing
while talking to her friend.  She stopped purposefully in front of me and I
said "Hi Smiley!"

   God, how could I be so NOT chic with THAT line!!

   "I always smile at handsome men.  I only come here with a $10 bill." She
said laughing.

   "Smile at the right ones often enough and you'll only need it for a cab
ride home." I said, knowing right away it came out in the wrong context.

   "I'm NOT that kind of a girl." She snapped as I quickly started to
apologize even before she spoke.

   "I'm so sorry, that wasn't REALLY what I meant.  Let's try this again.
HI!  I love your smile, my name is Blake.  Would you like to dance?"

   She made a little screwed up face and nodded to me but said, "You're OK,
but no, I would rather stand and talk for a minute.  What I was dancing to
was a real favorite of my girlfriend and I indulged her." She said with
shit eating grin, knowing she hadn't given me HER name yet.

   She let it hang in the air and then winked at me with that cute smile
again.  "I'm sorry, I'm Candida."

   I gave her an odd look and then let my personality take over as we
spoke. It bothered me that her name was Candida, a name I consider to be of
Spanish or Latin descent, and she was definitely NOT that.  I don't dislike
people of that persuasion, I just thought she might be giving me a phony
name.  She was definitely of Irish or Scot descent.

   After talking in little cute-a-cisms back and forth making each other
smile and wonder about each other, she waited for a pause in the silliness
to say, "You did a double take on my name, and I wasn't giving you an alias
or fake name.  I am Candida, and my parents are from South America, but I
was adopted, something I realized early in life that inquiring looks would
make me tell to complete strangers like you.  My almost red hair and green
eyes defy the name, and if you call me Candy this conversation is over."

   "Candida it is and my only double take to the name is that I don't think
I've ever heard it before, except in a Tony Orlando song." I countered,
hoping to make her feel more comfortable.

   I really had no idea that Candida was a "common" Spanish heritage name.
She smiled at my unfamiliarity of the name and leaned in to say something
in confidence.  "Yeast infections were commonly called Candida when I was a
little girl and I used to be teased, but now it's commonly called Thrush,
but I did use my middle name, Juanita, for a few grades in school."

   "Well, call me stupid, but I never heard of Candida or Thrush, so it
didn't need to be brought up.  I'm interested in YOU!" I said smiling and
pointing my finger at her, touching her nose.

   "That's cute, but you should know, I'm not one of the girls who go home
with your friend, there." She said pointing to Jake grinding with some girl
on the dance floor.

   I turned and saw who she was pointing to and saw Jake "working it".

   "If that was what I was looking for, you would know already.  I was
really attracted to your smile and the feeling that I know you from
someplace." I said in all seriousness.

   "ALL MEN are looking for it, and so are women.  I just happen to be a
bit more discreet and want to know who I'm with should I make that choice,
and that choice isn't made with alcohol and loud music playing." She said
firmly.

   So, right away I knew I had no shot at her tonight, but there was
magnetism between us and I think both of us wanted to explore it a bit
more.

   "There's a quieter lounge next door if you would like to go and talk a
bit." I asked.

   "Ummmm, OK.  BUT, be sure that I am NOT going home with you and you are
NOT going home with me.  I've had my one drink and I'm driving 2 of my
girlfriend's home." She said, her face turning dead serious.

   I extended my hand to her, but she shook her head.  "No, you go ahead
over, Joeys Third Base, right?  I have to tell my friends I'll be back here
before they close."

   "OK," I said, "but if you're just going to stand me up, just do it here
and avoid making a fool out of me."

   She frowned, but then took her phone out of her purse.  She locked it
and gave it to me.

   "Here!  I'll be there!" She said emphatically and slipped into the crowd
to find her friends.

   I motioned to Jake that I was leaving and he waved me off, apparently
set for the night, and I went over to Joeys.  Joeys Third Base was a quiet
watering hole with a bar full of regulars.  It was commonly known as a
place to go to meet someone else's wife.  Whether it was true or not, I
don't know, but the sign outside "Joey's Third Base" with the words, "last
stop before Home" flashing underneath drew people in.  Many thought it was
a sports bar, with the baseball connection, but it really wasn't.  It was a
watering hole.

   I found a table on the side and a cute little waitress came over and I
ordered a plain tonic with lime for me and the same for Candida.  I knew
they would charge me for a Gin-Tonic, but I had enough to drink already.

   After 5minutes Candida came in and half the men at the bar seemed to
straighten themselves up, as if ready for a review, but she came directly
to my table and sat.

   "There's no alcohol in either of our drinks, fair enough?" I asked

   She nodded and then put her elbow on the table and rested her chin in
her palm.

   "I know you from somewhere, at least your face, and I know we've
talked." She said looking at me inquisitively.

   "Where do you work?" I wondered.

   "Mmmmm, information I don't give away this early.  Let's just say the
medical field." She said looking me over.

   I smiled back, knowing I found her very familiar as well.  We chatted
about a lot of little things just feeling each other out, piece by piece.
No earth shattering subjects, just small talk to delve into personalities a
bit.

   Then her long quizzical gaze turned into an embarrassed smile and she
leaned in to say privately, "Urethral strictures".

   "W-H-A-T-?  Are you talking about?" I asked totally lost.

   "I work as a nurse for a Surgical Outpatient group and I'm usually
exclusively in the ER Recovery Suite for Urology, Gastroenterology and
Endoscopy at our facility.  You were a patient there, you had urethral
strictures and had a lot of complications and I spent a long time with you
until you were stabilized.  You even flirted then." She said giggling.

   "Holy Shit!  THAT'S WHERE I know you from!  Talk about embarrassed!"

   "Goodness!" Candida said, poo-pooing me.  "We're all so vulnerable when
we get put in that position, shocked from surgery and the drugs involved.
No reason to be embarrassed."

   "Oh crap, I was such a mess and a big baby, too.  I'm sure I made quite
an impression on you." I semi apologized.

   Candida leaned in to be sure she was private again, "When a man has
anything done to his penis or testicles he fears his manhood, and I don't
blame him.  Your reactions were quite normal.  I only remember because you
were in more trouble than you knew.  I remember we had to put you out again
and return you to the ER with Doctor Ott.  It stays with me because of all
the blood."

   "Can we change the subject?" I asked, "This is making me uncomfortable.
The only good thing is that you've already seen my junk and you're still
interested.  It just seems that if your badge said Candida, I would have
remembered." I said with a chuckle.

   Candida shook her head and smiled.  "Firstly, my badge says CJ, secondly
I see PLENTY of men's "junk" as you say, and believe me in the
circumstances I do see them, sex doesn't come to mind.  But I will say you
weren't afraid to flirt with me even when I had to re-catheter you.  I
remember filling out your details and the other nurses laughed when I told
them you were sweet talking me while I was doing it, a time when most men
close their eyes and cry."

   "So, I was brave?"

   "No, you were drugged right up.  But, I'll have to tell you the truth;
you had me interested because you were about my age and single, and quite
the charmer." She said patting my hand before she finished, "But we can't
date patients."

   My face must have fallen 3 feet at her last words, but she broke into
laughter.  "I'm just kidding!  I mean I wouldn't purposely treat a relative
or boyfriend, but if the situation rises and it so happens, c'est la vie."

   "THAT'S a relief!  So if I ask you out you'll go?" I asked anxiously
(she had me smitten).

   "Can we talk more and ask a few questions before I say yes? . . . .  Or
no!"

   I smiled calmly, nodding, and looked forward to the conversation
starting.

   "Blake, are you married?" She asked as I emphatically shook my head.

   "Ever been?"

   "Nope, but I suppose you can say I was close once.  We both moved on and
that was 5 years ago.  So, how about you?"

   "No, I was married to my job for a long time until I realized I was
going to become an old spinster.  So I do devote time to trying to find a
companion, and if that develops into something. . . .  well, who knows?"

   "So you aren't out fishing for a husband?" I asked hoping she could give
me an emphatic NO.

   "Not really.  If something happens, fine.  But I can see going through
life without being married.  I'm not going to lie and say I don't enjoy the
company of a man from time to time.  However, like I said before, I'm not
like one of the girls your friend chases down." She said keeping a straight
face to be sure I knew where I stood."

   "You've seen Jake there before." I smiled and nodded as she quickly
agreed.

   "So," I said changing the subject quickly, "You've never been married?"

   "No, not even close; a lot of boyfriends, but none that ever got
serious." She said casually.

   "How could a woman as pretty as you not have men chasing you home every
night?" I asked.

   "I don't smile back to every man like I did to you tonight.  I liked
your face, you weren't a kid looking for (finger quotes) "an experienced
woman", you didn't seem to be a hound, AND I thought I knew you from some
place, and in some way, I guess I do.  I can put on a real cold front to
someone I wish hadn't approached me, and I don't date Doctors or
co-workers. Now, to turn your question around, you're a pretty handsome
guy, why no girlfriend?"

   I smiled at the fact she thought I was handsome.  I guess I was sort of
proud that I might still "have it".

   "I was deceived by a woman I thought I loved and trusted, and she
thought nothing of the situation, that I held very close to my heart,
without so much as to WANT to discuss it with me.  I realized that I wasted
almost 12 years with someone who could . . . . .  well, I don't need to get
into it.  Let me just sum up saying, I thought I knew her and it ended up,
I didn't know her at all.  So now I tread lightly." I explained.

   "You aren't blaming all other woman for her short comings and
mis-leadings are you?" She wondered.

   ""No, but by asking that I know you aren't just looking for a short term
hook-up, I like that.  There are a LOT of women, especially ones you meet
in clubs and bars, looking for a short term hook-up.  You end up spending a
weekend with them and when they leave, or they throw you out they say,
"Maybe I'll see you around".  Not that I really thought that a woman I met
on a Friday night, and slept with me on a Friday night was going to be long
lasting relationship, but . . ."

   "I get what you mean.  I know men and women have needs and sometimes we
act in ways that go against our normal sexual personas, BUT, I suppose we
all have used men or women uhhhh. ." She said tailing off.

   She lowered her eyes and dropped her head for a moment as if she were
confessing to herself.

   "Hmmm, there's that BUT again.  I guess we both know the way that story
goes."

   She looked up and got real serious again.  "What's the opposite of
love?"

   I didn't hesitate.  "Fear." I declared.

   "Wow, GREAT answer.  99 out of 100 say hate, and love and hate are so
close in the feeling they leave you with that they are the furthest from
opposite.  Just look how many men HATE a woman they once loved." She said
with a happy, almost victorious smile.

   "Now, what do you say?  Let me take you out for a quick dinner, nothing
fancy, a movie, and maybe a drink afterward." I asked her anxiously cutting
to the chase.

   Candida laughed and reached for my hands that I let her take in hers.

   "OK, Blake, I'll tell you what.  Give me YOUR phone number and I'll call
you from work and tell you what movie I'd like to see, and if we agree, we
can try it.  If it works out, I'll give you my phone number and we can try
it again.  How does that sound?" She asked all smiles.

   "OK, as long as you're not going to make me do this every time we might
go out, if there is a second or further date.  I AM a man and it is my
place to call you and propose a date.  I'm old fashioned and I take you as
being an old soul like me.  We both know we aren't kids and don't have the
time to play games.  Neither one of us want to be strung along.  You gave
me a welcoming smile that said more than any words could to invite me to
talk to you and despite the circumstance where we thought we "might" know
each other; I did feel a spark I want to act on." I explained hoping she
didn't mis-understand my feelings.

   "OK, after our first date, old-fashioned it will be, but promise that if
it doesn't work and I refuse a second date, that will be the end of it."
She specified, leering as if she were giving me a stern warning.

   "Why would I want to be with someone who didn't want to be with me?" I
said with a smile as I pushed my chair out and left a tip for the waitress.

   She took my arm and said "Please let me walk back in Minnie's alone;
give it 5 minutes or so.  I don't need my girlfriends smelling my breath."

   "Not to worry, I'm going to go home anyway.  It's after Midnight and I'm
tired." I said before hesitating.  "Smelling your breath?  Wha...?"

   She smiled and chuckled a bit.  "What could two people do out in a car
that would give me bad breath?"

   "Ohhhhh." I said embarrassed I needed to be schooled.

   Let me skip ahead about 5 weeks;

   Candida did call me the next Thursday and proposed a movie at a
Multi-plex next to a Ninety-Nine Restaurant and we went out.  We had a nice
talk over a light dinner, saw what I considered a chick flick (I think she
was testing me to see if I would sigh at her choice, but I enjoyed a little
known flick called "At Middleton" with only 5 or 6 other people in the
theater.  Later over drinks we got diarrhea of the mouth and talked over
just 2 drinks each until closing.  (2 a.m.)

   I had picked her up at work and I feared I was just going to drive her
back to her car but she said," I'll give you directions to my house.  I
took a bus to work today.  I had a feeling this might go well."

   When I pulled in front of her house she took her phone and punched a few
times at it and the inside and outside lights came on.  I went to open my
door and she put a hand on my knee.

   "You don't need to walk me to the door.  Let's say good-night here, OK?"
She said and scooted over a bit and leaned to kiss me.

   We kissed once, and then again.  We broke and smiled looking in each
other's eyes, almost nose to nose.

   Before I could speak she said, "I had a really great time tonight. 
You're as special as you are good looking and charming.  Not many of you
guys left.  I hope we can go out again." She said as she sat back and
reached into her purse and took out her professional card with her home
number written on the back.  She handed me the card as she leaned and we
kissed again, this time lingering and touching tongues, her hands going
behind my head to deepen the kiss.  I felt her relent and I let her lips
go.

   "That was so nice, the whole night, but your kiss was the first I've
felt in a long time that meant something.  Good night and I'll call you
soon." I said as she moved towards the door opening it.

   Just before she closed it she bent and looked in at me, "Soon.  That
could be as early as tomorrow, you know."

   I drove home on a cloud thinking about the pretty lady with the inviting
smile that I spent the evening with.  As the evening progressed and I saw
her walk to my car, into the restaurant, and out later, I became aware of
how sexy her body was, how well taken care of she was.  She seemed pert and
firm, I don't think she was wearing a bra under her sweater and I could see
how firm she seemed as her round little ass moved when she walked, with
either a thong or no panty at all.  When we got close it was easy to tell
she wore no make-up and was so pretty naturally.  As I couldn't get over
the fact she wasn't "taken" I remembered her saying she was married to her
job, and she didn't date Doctors or co-workers.  That reduced her pool of
beau's, especially if she was working long hours, and apparently she didn't
put up with the likes of a "Jake", my womanizing pal.  However, she did
"sort of" admit to falling prey to her "needs" and may have violated her
own standards a few times.  As humans we can sometimes be quite lascivious
when need leads to assumed desperation.  (In plain words, do things we KNOW
we'll be ashamed of and not care anyway, at least, at the time)

   We got together the day after our movie date, a Saturday.  I put a 6
pack of beer and a bottle of wine in a cooler and we stopped and got
sandwiches and drove to a State Park.  We walked and talked, stopped and
kissed a little and then settled at a picnic table and enjoyed our lunch.
We must have spent another hour just talking and getting into each other's
heads.  After we packed things in the car we decided to go for one more
walk and halfway through one of the trails along the high cliffs in the
park we caught up with a guided tour and finished that with the group. 
They took us places you might not see without a guide with keys to
restricted gates.  We were so proud of ourselves for doing something so
personally rewarding, I think it kind of made us feel young, like we were
in school.  When we got to the car she was all over me kissing and necking,
we were so happy.

   On the way home I suggested stopping at my place for a quick late day
snack, I had burgers thawed, but she said she "didn't think so".

   So began a courting and wooing period where we played little cat and
mouse games with our necking and wandering hands, but never getting too far
and always staying dressed.  It was a little frustrating at times, but now
that we had established a pace in our relationship it really did make you
feel young again, with sexual energy building and facing our own resistance
to what we considered commitment.  She and I both knew that once home and
on our own we were taking care of our needs and frustrations, but there was
a certain respect we kept for each other, not giving in to animal needs.

   On the 100th day since our meeting at the club we were on our way to a
James Taylor concert, a sort of last hurrah of summer in mid-September.  On
the way we were playing one of James CD's and she leaned to me and asked,
"Do you know what today is?"

   "Yes, I do.  Today is the 100 day "anniversary" of the night we met." I
said proudly.

   "Wow!" She said, "Is it really?" as I nodded with a big shit eating grin
because I knew.

   "Well, I was going to say that this was our 25th date and it's been the
happiest time of my life.  We haven't quarreled, or even disagreed too
much, AND we've accomplished that without kissing each other's butt too
much, don't you think?"

   "Twenty Five dates, I didn't know you counted."

   "I keep a diary to track my cycles so if, you know, anything happens, I
have . . .  you know, female stuff to know who, . .  well it couldn't be
anyone but you." She said blushing.

   "So far it couldn't be me either."

   "Does that disappoint you?"

   "I think we've established a pace we both agree to, don't you think?" I
asked hoping to break so ice with her.

   "Yes, but we both know that there's frustration that we work on alone,
right?" She said blushing as I nodded, somewhat embarrassed.

   "We've done well for ourselves.  You're the longest I've waited with to
be what you might call intimate.  I didn't want to feel any guilt or shame
for anything that happened between us.  Right now, I've NEVER been with any
one man as long as I've been with you.  Too many moved on after we got
sexy. I somehow don't think you've waited 100 days to do a hit and run."
She said being brutally honest in her lowest voice, as if in a
confessional.

   "Candida, I respect you too much to push or prod you on sex.  I know
we'll cross that bridge eventually if things are right.  This isn't just
you or just me, this is US.  I hope this doesn't freak you out, but I think
I'm falling in love with you.  I'm imagining myself with you more and more
and including you in any plans I make for about everything." I said hoping
I wasn't going to freak her out.

   "I have a strange feeling about me too, and it dawned on me a few days
ago that it must be that I'm falling in love with you as well.  I've never
really felt that before.  I suppose that doesn't speak well for a 34,
almost 35 year old woman." She said quietly, not even wanting to look me in
the eye.

   "Candida, I think that's sweet and it makes me feel real special to
think I'm the first you've felt that way about." I said, choking up a bit.
We were just pulling into the concert venue and lining up in traffic to
park and she turned in her seat, nervously sitting up and crossing her legs
under her.

   "I know you can't think I'm a virgin, and I have had sexual relations
with more than a few men without any real feelings between us.  You
understand that, right?" She asked making sure she made an honest attempt
to be straightforward.

   "Of course, we've spoken before about needs and frustrations.  Besides,
how can I say, or you either, about any relations we had before we met.  I,
in no way, think of you as anything less than what you've presented
yourself as, and conversely." I explained as we sat still in the queue-up
of traffic.

   "Blake, you're a special man and I thank God for finding you for me. 
I'd like to bring you to church with me this week.  I don't go every
Sunday, but most.  Sometimes my boyfriend keeps me out too late to get up
early enough." She said with a little chuckle.

   "I go every week, at 7:30 no less.  Where do you go?"

   "St.  Francis of Assisi.  How about you?"

   "That's funny, that's where I go too, but like I said, always 7:30."
Knowing most all the faces that go to that early mass, and I would have
noticed her.

   "Well, if you can hold off for a couple hours on Sunday we can go
together this week." She said.

   I nodded as the traffic broke and we got our shot into the lot.  The
concert was great, as you might expect and we enjoyed it greatly,
especially all the love songs we both knew the words to that we sang to
each other.

   On the way home I saw Candida nod off a few times and wondered if she
might need me to help her into the house.  (Wishful thinking, I STILL had
not been invited inside after going out.) However, by the time I pulled
into her driveway she was awake and we were talking about Saturday.  I
wanted to go to the apple farms where they had a country fair, and get the
first crop of Honeycrisp apples and maybe get a fresh baked pie.  She asked
me if she might fit in those plans just as I pushed the lever into Park.

   "Of course, I was just about to ask you.  I'm getting used to NOT doing
things alone." I told her as she leaned over and kissed me.

   I kissed back and we started necking a little heavier than we had
before. I had held her breast in my hands before, usually just before we
were about to break off for the evening, with her sensing it might get too
far.  But that night she swooned into my mouth as I pinched at her nipples
for the first time.  Her hand came over and grabbed the inside of my thigh
and my groping at her breasts became more active.  I worked my hand under
her sweater and soon I was holding her bare breasts.  She sat back for a
second and pulled up the front of her sweater to show me the beauties she
had hidden before.  Soon my hand was rubbing over her belly and trying to
dip inside of her pants.  I felt so "high school" but it was exciting and
her moans of pleasure were intoxicating.  I pulled at the snap on her pants
and she offered no resistance.  Once my hand had opened the front of her
pants and my finger was sawing in and out of her pussy she had already
worked my zipper down and was working at unbuckling my belt.  My fingers
were doing her right and she began to hump at my hand when she got her hand
around my cock.  She was stroking me and when I heard her begin to gasp and
build to a huge orgasm she gripped me tight as she spasmed.  When it passed
she seemed to relax, but her hand was still around me and stroking it.  She
sat up and kissed me hard saying how good I made her feel.  She would kiss
me while she stroked and occasionally looked down at her hand working.  She
would look me in the eye and smile big.

   "I'm doing good for you?" She asked, as I nodded.

   She continued stroking me, looking down and then into my eyes.  "You got
me good; I'll do the same for you." She said panting before she let go and
opened the console that lifted like a motorbike cubby.

   It propped up allowing her to bend over into my lap.

   "Blake, I'm going to taste your cock, would you like me to suck it for
you?"

   Before I could answer or do anything she closed her mouth over me.  I
was freaking out because I didn't consider myself clean, not showering
since morning, but she seemed not to find anything wrong.  She bobbed her
head hungrily over me, pausing every little bit to stroke me and look at
her prize.  The whole thing was surreal just waiting to wake up from this
dream.  I could feel myself stirring deep and I knew my end was beginning.
She quickly sat up and reached for the Kleenex box on the floor and pulled
two out and bent right back over me going deep 3 or 4 times and that put me
into T-Minus, I was going to blast off.

   "God, Candida I'm cumming, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I shouted as
she took my whole load and sucked at me until either I was through, or
maybe her mouth was full.

   She quickly sat up and turned away from me and emptied her mouth into
the tissues.  She turned to me and smiled, then bent to kiss my tip before
sitting back and letting out a long clearing sigh.

   I never thought we were going that far considering how slow we had moved
on our first 99 dates.

   "I've wanted you so badly for such a long time Blake, but tonight I
convinced myself that we were for real.  Once you began to touch me I knew
how I wanted you." She said still catching her breath.

   "Well, I'd like to devour you as well.  You are so beautiful and I want
to make you so happy."

   "You DID make me happy.  You handled me like you knew just how to get me
right." She said with an appreciative nodding grin.

   "God Candida, there's so much more." I said wanting to just jump on her
and smother her with affection.

   "I know.  I have so much more for you too.  But, there's always been so
many times when I've been used for sex, and I have to admit I've done it as
well.  We can make love like we did tonight and then still be able to have
so many special US moments to look forward to.  I'm 35 years old and known
you for 100 days and know you better than any man that has ever been in my
life.  I want to build that and see if we can make our lives right.  I know
that when you finally get inside of me we'll understand so much.  I just
have to know that you want the same things." She confessed getting misty
eyed while turning red in her embarrassment.

   "Tonight has been so rewarding in the vibe I've gotten from, the
commitment I've gotten from you.  I lived with a woman for 12 years and
never felt the anticipation of what tomorrow might bring that I feel with
you.  I told you I thought I was falling in love with you, and I'm sure of
it now.  I loved making you happy, seeing you when you pulled up your top.
You're so beautiful it nearly made me cry.  When you went down on me to
make me happy, I was speechless and totally taken by you." I replied as I
have to admit I was getting emotional myself.

   "I did that to make you happy, but, I enjoyed it to.  Your man taste on
my new favorite toy was exciting to experience.  When you surged in my
mouth, knowing the ecstasy it brought you, it made me tingle again too, you
know.  If we had a drink handy, I would have swallowed it to taste you. 
But, you didn't seem too bitter.  We have so much to learn." She said while
she began to straighten her clothes.

   "I've really got to get in.  I have to pee and I'm so wet down below
that it's uncomfortable.  You'll have to come in some night soon." Candida
said softly as she leaned and gave me a kiss like I might fear my own taste
in her mouth.

   I pulled her back and put my tongue in her mouth to be sure she knew
that I had no problem with tasting myself.

   I backed from her driveway and I barely remember driving home, I was
floating on air.

   That night I lay in bed and fantasized of taking Candida and throwing
her on a bed and eating her until she screamed and then fucking her like a
crazed lover.  I knew this was something that wouldn't happen soon for the
explicit reasons she laid out earlier that I agreed with her on.  When she
said "when you finally get inside me", I knew it meant that it would come
later and we had no reason to hurry if we really felt as we expressed to
each other.  Basing our relationship on sex was something that we both had
done in the desperation of need of intimacy, and now, we felt we had
something.

   I tossed and turned much of the night and despite getting home towards 2
a.m.  I was wide awake just after 6 that morning.  After fighting with my
piss hard-on in the bathroom, my erection didn't wane.  I could not get
Candida off my mind and I masturbated for the second time since she had
fellated me the night before.  I lay there feeling guilty about myself
abuse and thinking of her as a sex object when my phone rang.  I answered
the bedside phone on the 2nd ring to hear Candida's soft voice.

   "I knew you'd be awake as well.  Instead of putting out fires last
night, we lit some, didn't we?" She said and I could tell she had that
little embarrassed grin on.

   "Yes." I said in a soft whisper, happy she felt as I did.

   "Twice, . . .  so far." She giggled.

   "Me too." I admitted.

   "Blake, you know what I meant about us not being about just intimacy.  I
need a partner, a companion, a best friend, AND a lover." She whispered
softly, causing me to begin to grow below again.

   "You didn't say that in so many words, but it was what I understood from
what you said and expressed."

   "I had pretty naughty thoughts when I got into bed last night and then
this morning.  You know, us being together like . . . . ." She started to
say and was too embarrassed to finish.

   "Crazed, deprived, lovers?" I finished for her.

   "Yes, and that's why I've hesitated to be alone with you at my home or
yours.  I love what we have and I want to do this right.  Last night I
think we both showed each other that we can relieve the wants and needs
that come up until we reach the next plateau.  I hope I make sense to you."
She said almost apologetically.

   "I think we both know where we want this to go and when I think of how
happy we can be I'm willing to be patient about things, and if we can act
out like a couple horny high school kids to satisfy the great urges, it can
help us grow." I agreed.

   "Blake, don't mistake this, I want you to fuck the living breath out of
me.  I crave it and look forward to that day.  I want to see your naked
body, and I know you want to see mine and we'll make that happen, probably
soon.  But, grow with me and I'll grow with you and if it all happens
right, we'll be great." She said, hoping she might want to end this call
because I was hard again and needed attention.

   "If you don't have any plans today, let's go to the county fair I spoke
of last night.  It just opened.  It would be fun." I suggested.

   "I have a few chores around here this morning.  Can we go after lunch,
say around 1 or so?"

   "OK, but don't eat lunch, I'm sure there's a couple corn dogs and fried
dough with our names on them waiting for us." I told her before we hung up
and started our days.

   For the next three weeks we saw each other probably 5 days of every
week. Meeting her after work to go grab dinner and a movie sometimes, or
maybe just to a local park where we could walk and talk before I brought
her home.  Weekends we went out for dancing, movies and different local
events like beer and wine festivals, . . . . . . . .  and we still hadn't
been alone with each other in either of our houses.  That was going to have
to end soon because I was getting beyond frustrated wanting to make proper
love to her and she told me her same feelings.

   While not having naked intimacy, we felt and acted like a married
couple, or at least a very close couple.  It was just getting hard (pun
probably intended at this point) not to be able to go home with each other
and if either of us had any doubts about our feelings or commitment, I
doubt there was anything we could resolve knowing how well we knew each
other.  We were going to a wedding on a Saturday evening for a woman she
worked with.  On Friday night we went shopping for a tie for me and shoes
for her.  During the course of the evening I planned on telling her that if
we didn't go home to one of our places after the wedding reception I was
going to say we should take a break from each other.  It wasn't a threat;
it was just to see if absence really DOES make the heart grow fonder, or
hornier, in this case.  Now I should tell you that in this 3 week period
after our first sex we did not abstain from all sexual activity.  There had
been other instances of oral sex in her driveway, once hidden away on a
bike trail early one evening, and I too had gotten a chance to taste her
sweet, smooth pussy on more than one occasion.  We even did the deed once
with her sitting astride me in the car, but it was so clumsy and fast that
it hardly seemed fair to call it our first time.  While I was getting a
condom from the glove box she was ripping it out of my hand and stretching
it over my dick and trying to sit on me as I was letting the electric seat
back.  I think I came in less than a minute and she complained that the
cramps in her legs robbed her of any good feelings.

   "We need to get something straight Candida." I said as my opening line
in her driveway.

   She looked at me a little panicked and said she should talk first.

   "Blake, I truly love you and want you so bad.  Can you pack a change of
clothes, a toothbrush and all that for tomorrow night?  If you don't think
you want to make that same commitment to me, maybe we should let things
cool a bit after the wedding."

   "Candida, I was going to make the same proposal to you.  I truly DO love
you and think we should spend the night together." I said smiling and
happy.

   "Tell you what, if I can still walk on Sunday, I'll pack MY toothbrush
and work clothes and spend Sunday night at your place." She said grinning.

   "If you can walk?" I asked stupidly.

   "We aren't going to make love just once, you know, maybe 3 or 4 times."
She giggled.

   "FOUR TIMES!  I'm not Superman." I exclaimed.

   "Blake, I have ways and ideas to keep you excited.  You may be the first
man I've ever been really interested in getting serious with, but it
doesn't mean I haven't practiced getting ready for the moment.  I haven't
disappointed you yet, have I?" She asked with a sexy grin curling at the
corner of her mouth.

   "No, our love making so far has been spur of the moment and passionate,
even if it's been sloppy and awkward in the confines of this car.  It has
been exciting and fresh, like when we first learned about it all." I said
as she nodded knowing what I meant.

   She pulled herself up on her knees on the seat and leaned over to kiss
me goodnight.  We kissed hard and passionately and even though I didn't
think we would get so involved that night, knowing what tomorrow would
bring, I suddenly got the urge to touch and feel her.  She was basically in
the doggie position facing me and I ran my hands down her side, pausing to
cup her breasts for a moment before I got hold of the sides of her skirt
and little by little used my clenching fingers to get it up high enough
that I could reach under her and touch her pussy.  She wore no panties and
I ran my finger through the wet furrow of her lips and pressed my finger
inside of her with the bud of her clit rubbing on the pad of my middle
finger.

   "Ooooo naughty man, now you know you'll have to finish what you've
started there.  Just let me get you out of your pants.  I want to get a
little naughty myself.  But, before I suck that delicious cock, I have one
more surprise for you." She said as she paused to swoon at my fingering. 
"I started on oral contraceptives a few weeks ago and we won't need condoms
tomorrow so I'll feel the real you inside me."

   While it was hard to struggle to keep deep fingering her while she
opened my pants, once she had me in her mouth, despite my crampy odd
reaching arm, I was able to bring her off until she squirmed off my finger
and fell forward a bit without losing me between her lips.

   I felt myself rising and ready to shoot when I realized she had not
prepared any tissue to spit my sperm into.  I patted the back of her head
declaring, "I going to shoot and you don't have any tissues."

   She paused a moment, but I couldn't and shot off in her mouth.  She kept
her mouth on me until I finished and picked her head up and looked at me
straight in the eye, rolled her eyes, then swallowed hard making a face.

   She gave me an embarrassed grin saying "I really hate doing that, but
knowing it was you made it easier to do . . . . . .  since I love you.  I
truly do."

   "Never do anything you DON'T WANT TO DO, my sweet." I told her.

   "I said I hate doing it, but because it's you I really wanted to do it,
to taste you and make you a part of me.  You taste me and eat my juices,
it's the same thing.  Just drop it, when it happens, it happens." She said
putting her finger to my lips.

   She pulled away from me and gathered her things and smiled to me.  "I
can't wait to see you tomorrow night, to have you come home with me and
love me all night.  It will be so special, I promise."

   She got out of the car and came around to my side and I put the window
down to kiss her.  We kissed and she said, "Save your strength . .  you'll
need it." and smiled knowingly as she walked into her home.

   I was on a cloud again driving home.  The first woman who had totally
stolen my heart unconditionally had just given me a fourth blowjob that she
seemed to enjoy as much as I did.  I had eaten her twice and had one
furious fuck with her as well as fingering her to long wet orgasms 3 times.
I had never seen her totally naked or had her as I wished I could yet, but
that was about to change.  Tonight we declared our love to each other and
tomorrow we would attend a wedding together and hear all of the vows and
religious readings that dealt with marriage and commitment to each other. I
had been to weddings with women I had no feelings for and took them home
and screwed them silly for the rest of the evening.  Face it; weddings are
the sort of affair that gets juices and expectations flowing for a woman.
All the talk of love, the knowledge that the bride and groom can't wait to
be alone with each other, not to mention all the testosterone and hormones
being produced by the witnesses of the affair, it usually guarantees most
couples of a night of love, no matter how meaningless that coupling might
be.  Once the horns are up, the testosterone, estrogen, and hormones fly,
and no one really cares who they might be with, as long as they can get
off.

   But our night of love and commitment was going to be different; it was
to be a declaring of ourselves to each other.  I slept like a baby that
night and after breakfast I hurried to get dressed.  I was to pick her up
at 10:30 and take the hour drive to the church for the noon wedding.  I was
hoping to go to the door to fetch her, but as I pulled in the drive, she
came out the door and she was a vision.  Her auburn hair seemed more red
against her bare tanned shoulders and her legs were perfect as they came
from the summery citrus dress she wore.  When I got out to open her door
the way the dress hugged her hips and ass had me ready to go already.

   All during the ride, the ceremony, the dinner, and the celebratory
dancing, whenever I looked to her, the look on her face was pure passion.
If there were a place to be private at the reception venue, I would have
taken her there and had my way.

   I had done that a few years earlier when I was paired with the bride's
sister as an usher for a good friend of mine.  In the line waiting to be
announced into the reception she leaned over and whispered, "I have it in
mind to get fucked before my sister even cuts the cake." This was a woman I
barely knew, but had flirted with me the entire night before at the
rehearsal dinner, and then the morning of the wedding.  While I was dancing
with the groom's mother, she came to me and said, "Sorry to interrupt, but
more pictures when you can get away." The grooms Mom was quick to let me go
and fulfill her wishes.  I followed her upstairs to a small room, a cloak
room for the upstairs vacant venue.  We fucked on a desk, first missionary
and then she flipped over and I screwed her silly as she lay over the desk
with her gown pushed up over her head.  When we were done she said she
"couldn't wait to tell her sister that she had cum running down her leg
under her gown right into her shoe."

   That memory had me excited in the first place, but when Candida said we
should think about saying her goodbyes so we could "get home", two words
that were accompanied by a wink.

   Whether it was me being nervous, or her being coy, we didn't discuss the
upcoming evening together all the way home.  We talked about the wedding,
but nothing about us.  As soon as we pulled into the drive way she asked me
to get my overnight bag and she waited for me to come around and open her
door.  With Candida on my arm, and my little bag in my other hand she
walked me to the door and opened it.

   She had a neat little home, 2 bedrooms, kitchen, and dining room one and
a half baths on a slab with a covered patio.  She quickly showed me around
and then drew the curtains on the double French doors that went to the
patio and turned to me.

   "Come into the living room Blake I want to see you.  You know the fact
that we've waited for this moment is not because I haven't wanted you. 
Every night we have been together, and most every other one since we met,
I've taken care of myself wishing you were here with me."

   All of the while she is telling me this, she is loosening my tie, taking
my jacket off, unbuttoning my shirt and then pushing it over my shoulders.

   "Blake, you have a nicer body than I had expected.  You say you don't
work out, but you must do something." She said as she loosened my belt and
let my pants down as I kicked off my shoes and ended up in my underwear.

   "Before I go further, Let me undress myself for you as well."

   I went to do the same for her, but she stopped me.  "No, you watch and
see me uncover what's been hidden from you.  Now you know I've been with
men before, some knowing me much better than you sexually in considerable
less time.  I'm not going to hide or deny that.  But, no man has ever made
me as hot and as wet as you.  Sex has been a relief valve in life, but you
make me see what it's really supposed to be.  You make me feel like a young
girl about to have sex for the first time.  I'm both nervous and excited.
One extra reason to be excited is that I've started oral contraceptives
about a month ago so we needn't worry about condoms.  You will be the first
man to be inside me with no protection, except in my mouth.  I don't know
what a man feels like, flesh to flesh, in my vagina." She almost whispered
with a shy smile.

   She began unbuttoning her dress and the stays that kept it on her body
and soon she was stepping out of it, leaving only her slip and a bra that
held breasts and shaped her cleavage while in her dress.  She reached back
and undid her bra and her perfect breasts fell out.  I had seen them before
in the ambient light in the car, but now, despite the lines and marks her
bra had left for the time being, I saw their beauty.  Two conical baseball
sized orbs with dark areola and gumdrop nipples.  When she bent to push off
her slip her breasts showed their real weight and shape as the swayed
forward and hung, but snapped back to attention when she straightened.  I
thought I could have cum right then watching them move, knowing whenever
she rode me they would bounce on her chest and be just as alluring.

   With her slip on the floor she stood only with pantyhose that her hands
were already slipping into and running around her waist as if to break a
seal before she shinnied them down her legs and off her cute little feet.
There she stood before me naked for the first time, her tanned skin, her
hair now showing more of the red highlights on contrasts to her skin.  The
corals and deep pinks of her pussy shone bright against the white skin of
her only tan line, the outline of a small bikini, making me imagine her
sunbathing topless.

   She smiled at me and her arms went into a ballet type pose and she
turned and I saw her perfect ass under the flare of her shapely hip.  It
was obvious that the bulbous halves of her buttocks were firm and supple
and great deniers of her mid 30's body.

   She made another half turn and she faced me.  "My body for your
pleasure, your body for mine, I think we are two very fortunate people to
be blessed with a love we've built.  I want us to love and touch every
little cell of each other right to our most hidden little folds and
wrinkles."

   She stepped to me and her arms went around my head and we kissed deeply
our arms feeling the bare skin under them as hers went down over my back
feeling every muscle and juncture, while mine slid down to hold the ass I
knew I could worship.  When the kiss finished she stepped back just a half
step with her palm pressed to the center of my chest.

   "You stand and watch as I take you in my mouth to excite you, arouse
you, and make you feel like a man.  After I taste and swallow your orgasm
we'll go to the bath and shower together, washing and touching each other
before we go to the bed to spend the night pleasing each other.  In the
morning we'll make love with the passionate memories of the pleasures we
enjoy tonight.  We can be each other's however we wish."

   I wanted to protest that I was receiving this oral gift and she was
getting nothing in return, but I knew if we didn't have this interlude as a
preview of the night, I might last but a few minutes inside her.  The
passion in her eyes and her smile as she went to her knees had blood
rushing to my groin.  I wanted to close my eyes in anticipation of her
mouth going around me, but I had to watch her because I knew she enjoyed
this as well, tasting me, feeling me grow and burgeon in her mouth, sliding
like a velvet sword over her tongue.

   As she put her mouth over me her hands were on the tops of my thighs and
as she began to move her mouth over me she began to slide them up my torso
feeling my flat belly and my chest.  When she moved her mouth totally over
me she just reached my man nipples and lightly brushed them between her
thumb and fore finger.  When she backed her mouth a bit to swirl her tongue
around me her hands slid to my back and then down over my buttocks that she
squeezed with her sinewy fingers before she ran her hands down my legs. 
She broke her touch with my body for a moment but then took the tips of my
fingers in her hands and brought them to the back of her head, as if
signaling me to hold her head, which I did.  She stopped her mouth
movements and I just stayed there in her mouth and I looked down to her for
some signal of something I was supposed to know.  She only nodded her head
a little with her eyes sort of beckoning me.

   .  It then hit me that she wanted me to fuck her mouth.  I moved just a
bit to be sure it was her intention and I saw her smile and her eyes
brighten as she settled lower and craned her neck to show me the angle I
was to use.  I slowly began to move my hips in a rhythmic way sliding in
and out of her mouth.  It wasn't violent, and it wasn't deep, but the
suction and pressure she used on my strokes told me THIS is what she wanted
and I was free to take her mouth this way.

   To look down at her adoring eyes, that were glued to mine, as I slid
over her slippery lips, I was in heaven.  But no man could take much of
this and I knew my pre-cum was running by hearing her sexual hums as she
tasted the pre-cursor to my orgasm.  Before I could ask her if she was
ready for my orgasm I felt it rise and I lost my breath with a long grunt
and went to my toes, still sliding in and out of her lips, but she was
clearly taking over now as my hands fell from her head and she worked her
mouth and swallowed.  My orgasm was long done and she was still nursing on
me and I was getting over-sensitive when I let out a long sigh and touched
her cheek.

   She pulled back from me and smiled, wiping her lips with the back of her
hand as she stood.

   "You tasted so good and felt so sexy.  I wanted you to know how much I
love you, how much I want you." She said before pasting her mouth over mine
and dancing her tongue all through my mouth.  If I was tasting my own
orgasm, I wasn't aware of it, I just know her mouth tasted and felt so
good.

   She broke the kiss and took my hand.  "Let's go to the shower to wash
and touch our bodies."

   I must tell you that she truly meant those words to their most explicit
detail.  She took a bottle of body wash and washed me in small sections
from my head to my toes, moving from her knees to bending me every which
way and each area she washed she showered with kisses afterward.  The fine
pinned spray must have been a super water saver as I waited for the water
to turn cool even before I got the chance to wash her.  It was like a heavy
mist and when I commented on it she said she had taken a LOT of LONG
showers after our dates as she pointed with an embarrassed smile to the
shower massage head that you could switch to.  I was slowly becoming aware
that Candida was a highly sexed woman who seemed to want a real
relationship built on trust and love, where in her past she had been
married to her job and occasionally went out for a night she might later be
morally ashamed of.  (She would later explain this to me, with no real
regrets)

   I have to say that her blowjob had drained me sufficiently enough that
her washing and kissing my balls, lightly fingering my asshole and even
licking and kissing it, didn't quite raise me to full staff, but definitely
kept me thick enough to show her how much I was appreciating her worship.
By the time I finished performing the same "worship" on her I was fully
engorged enough to have to keep squeezing the head for relief.

   Having opened the door on getting uber-personal I took great pleasure in
eating her pussy and bending her to play with her little asshole as well,
that I fingered thoroughly after licking and washing her.  When we finished
our mutual worship and wash she reached out and took two smaller bath
towels and dried each other's hair before she took a large thirsty
microfiber towel and unrolled it in front of her and hugged me tightly as
we necked and let the towel dry our fronts before she took the towel to dry
me and then hand it to me to do the same.  I managed to chew on her excited
nipples and delve into her hood to loll her clit as well.  She could not
resist an occasional suck at my cock when she did me either.  As soon as we
finished she was trying to pull me into her bedroom when I took her and
picked her up to walk her in myself.  I laid her on her bed and she began
to move towards my cock, but I stopped her.

   "I think I've shown you that I like to eat my lover, but now with you
squeaky clean and naked in front of me I plan to make you mine with my
tongue.  I doubt you'll ever need another man to eat you after I'm
through." I said confidently.

   "How about a woman?  They say a woman knows best what a woman likes and
THAT is the best." She asked demurely.

   "I'm pretty confident." I bragged.

   "I'll let you know." She said blushing.  "I was pretty drunk, and it was
only once."

   "Candida, if you think you telling me about your past is supposed to
shock me, or test me to see if anything makes a difference to how I feel,
stop.  From the day we became steady until now is all the history I care
about, all I have a right to care about." I said as I held her legs up as I
knelt before her, the bottoms of her feet just out of reach of my lips.

   "I think I can trust you that way as well."

   "Don't think it, KNOW it." I said as I began to kiss the bottoms of her
feet making her squirm, knowing that it was one of those erogenous zones
that makes the right places engorge and get humid.

   By the time I got to the backs of her knees I saw her lips quiver in
anticipation.  She was begging me to suck her clit after I had rolled her
back and thoroughly ate her ass and asshole from the top of the crack all
the way over her taint (t'aint pussy, t'aint butt) and then to the drops
oozing from the bottom of her pussy.

   It was a glorious night of oral skills and fucking.  I have to tell you
that when she flipped over and stretched out that tanned sleek body with
her round ass in the air I knew my second time around for the evening would
not go fruitless and I was pretty sure I could go a third with a little
oral coaxing and another look at that body, especially from behind!

   Totally all fucked out we finally got to sleep around 2:30 and we slept
in till almost 11 a.m., later than I had slept in many, many years.  When I
woke I had to pee something fierce and when I came back Candida was awake
and looking as innocent and demure as ever.

   We kissed and she whispered "Hello Superman."

   I cautioned her right away that doing multiples like the night before
would surely put me in an early grave if demanded often.  She understood it
was a hunger not easily quenched.  Then she, like me, had to make an early
run to the toilet to answer natures call.

   She came back to the bed naked, dropping the long t-shirt she had put on
après sex.

   "Can you make love to me?" She asked shyly.

   "You know last night may have seemed like dirty, sweaty sex, but I was
making love to you.  It was just a little over anticipated and it just
seems the harder you do it, the better it feels.  I'm usually not that kind
of animal.  I hope that doesn't disappoint you." I said softly to her as we
got nose to nose and I moved over her as her legs spread to accommodate me.

   "No, it's how I wanted it last night.  I wanted to make sure you knew
how naughty I can be and that I'll do what I can to make you happy, because
you make me delirious." She joked.

   "I didn't shock you?" I asked.

   "Ummmm, your tongue in my bottom was a pleasant surprise.  I've only had
one dirty boy do THAT to me."

   `You didn't like it?" I asked.

   "No, I LOVED it.  I never knew how to ask anyone to do it.  I'm a
respectable professional woman, you know." She said rolling her eyes in
self derision.

   "You ARE!" I said defending her persona.

   "I'm a slut-whore in the bedroom, not to worry." She laughed.

   "Two willing people, a closed door, no objections, and anything is a go,
no matter what anyone else thinks.  One persons fantasy is another's
perversion." I added as I kissed her on the nose and began to go for her
mouth.

   "Wait, can we talk about a couple things?" She asked as I still felt the
tip of my cock almost being kissed by her pussy lips.

   I nodded and I could tell by the way she averted her eyes it was
something she was uncomfortable with.

   "I love oral sex, of course receiving it, and having a man's cock in my
mouth is both powerful and comforting.  I know I control your pleasure and
there is some sort of satisfaction of the feeling of control and a pleasure
I can't describe.  But, . . . . .although taking your cum in my mouth is
fine, swallowing it makes me nauseous.  Not so much that I can't function
and I know I've done it twice with you, but I really hate it." (I was about
to say something in reaction but she put a finger to my lips and finished
her thought) One time was out of convenience and not wanting to embarrass
myself, and last night was to show you how much I cared for you."

   "Oh my God Candida, PLEASE don't ever do anything you don't want to do,
and that is not necessary for me at all.  I derive no pleasure from you
doing that.  Taking it in your mouth is a sensation I love, not having to
interrupt the whole thing, but only do what you're comfortable with.  You
swallowing it does nothing for me, pleasure-wise." I said as I got eye to
eye with her and stroked her cheek before I kissed her lips.

   "I hope nothing in the way I've portrayed myself to you has made you
doubt who I am.  I keep telling you that I'm not innocent, but I really
haven't had many intimate affairs.  Most of my "affairs" have been imagined
at home with my fingers and toys.  I never seem to know how to act around a
man once we get to that stage, plus I let my job get in the way of my
relationships with men.  I vow NOT to do that with you.  You are so
special, kind, patient, and, understanding."

   "Candida, I only . . . . ." I started to say but, she interrupted me
once again.

   "No, please, let me tell you.  A 30 something year old attractive woman
is assumed to be worldly sexually and any man I accept a date with expects
sex almost immediately.  Men I thought I liked, have near raped me, or
pushed my head down between their legs.  It's like I'm supposed to be a
desperate horny woman.  I've let you know I'm free sexually so you wouldn't
run from me, even though I made most intimacy unavailable to you.  I know
you don't want to hear this but, I want you to know so you can understand
some of my naiveté's so you know the difference between apprehension and
rejection.  Ummm . . .  I've only been with 7 men, including you as far as
intercourse goes.  Five were one time affairs, and one was 6 times, and
then you.  They all expected too much of me for how I felt about them, but
I gave in hoping SOMETHING might happen and maybe get in a relationship
that would yield rewards.  My job gives me the opportunity to see many men,
you know, . . .  physically.  When I get home I fantasize for my own sexual
needs.  I hate myself for that, but since I met you, I only think about
you. You've made me feel normal.  I had my first boyfriend back in high
school and I kept myself a virgin until prom night.  Before that there were
a lot of blowjobs and handjobs.  My girlfriends told me that once I lost it
my world would change and my boyfriend would be devoted to me.  He went on
a graduation trip the day after with his friends and he never called me
again after that first time.  That began my trust issues with men and why
I've only sought sex when I was needy, but most times the best was when I
was home alone.  That rushed frantic night in the car was as good as I ever
had because it was spontaneous, but tonight was the most wonderful,
satisfying experience of my life.  Now I hope we can honestly please and
make love to each other."

   "I hope you already know that I won't take advantage of you or exploit
your vulnerabilities.  All I've wanted with ANY woman was honesty and when
that was broken in my only real "relationship" I was skeptical of all women
and ones I did go out and meet, I used as they wanted me to, and me them.
You already know my beliefs and religious leanings and whether you agree
with all of them is your heart and I totally respect that, and I expect you
to do the same with my heart.  We just have to be honest with each other."
I said speaking from my heart, now that my erection was long gone in the
light of our confessions to each other.

   "Not to throw a wet blanket on what we're about to do but I should tell
you that I don't know how I would handle a pregnancy right now, but be
assured that it would be OUR pregnancy, and not just mine and any decision
about it would be ours."

   "And if we could not agree?" I asked, knowing it could cause a whole new
controversy if she were not sincere with me.

   She let out a deep breath and said, "Then we would let God decide.  But,
you should know that right now I think I could accept a child that was
ours. We need to know each other better and I think I have taken the proper
precautions.  At this juncture, I think we know where this is going."

   Her last words both frightened me and made my spirit soar to know that
she was as serious about me as I was her.  Then a finger in my side got my
attention.

   "We WERE about to do something, but I think you may need a little help
down there, if you let me up." She said with a devilish grin.

   "You can use your mouth, but just use it to TELL me about what you would
do to "help" me." I said with a grin to match hers.

   She got my words right away and looked at me with her soft green eyes
and wet her lips.

   "Well I know he's all covered with my juice, your cum, and probably a
little urine, so first I would stroke him with my hands using one after the
other pulling on him, encouraging him to get bigger.  Then I would wet my
hands with my saliva and stroke him more as he got a bit firmer.  I love
the taste of a man, but after he worked so hard last night I'm not sure if
the taste of old cum and me would be too nice.  But, stroking him and
working it off using my own saliva can usually bring him back to real man
taste.  The pee?  It just goes with the territory.  It's a little acrid and
salty, but it's not like there's a lot of it and it's part of that man
taste.  Wash it all you want, a nice penis is going to be a little pissy.

   Now I know I've got the nasty stuff off, I wet my lips and get as much
spit as I can in the front of my mouth.  I want you to feel wetness and
warm softness when that head goes in my mouth.  I'll lock my lips behind
the head and swirl my tongue around it, then swallow and draw my lips off
again.  Now you're clean and I slide my lips over you again moving just the
head in and out over my wet lips as I hear your draw an excited breath. 
That's when I take as much as I can in and nuzzle my nose in your pubic
bone before I draw off and look into your eyes.  Then . . . ."

   It was at this moment that I was hard and hurting and I nudged a bit
forward and found her pocket of wet between her pussy lips and I slid into
her.

   "Ooooof!  Oh God, Blake you fill me so!  Fuck me, make love to me?"

   I kissed her hard on her lips and let my mouth linger on hers, brushing
my tongue on hers as I felt my cock touch deep inside her to a place I
never felt before inside a woman.  Perhaps it was because I never took the
time in the past to really "make love" to a woman.  It was always a race to
get off, I suppose.  But, I felt a need to be inside her, feel her, kiss
her.  I went from lying on her to pushing myself up to be over her,
connected only by our sex.  On one hand I used my other to touch her face
and then squeeze her amazing breast before pinching the nipple just before
my bracing elbow cried for relief and I went to both arms locked over her.
Her hands reached up and held each of my arms just below my locked elbows
and she seemed to bite her lip as she nodded to me.  I began to move my
hips a bit starting to move within her in long strokes as her breath began
to catch and her face turned to an almost fearful look.

   "Ohhhh Blake, what are you doing?  You feel so long, so thick, touching
every part of me.  I'm, I'm, . . . . . .  oooooooh.............."

   I continued my long slow strokes while she came and shuddered over and
over again, her eyes rolling back finally while her grip on my arms became
so hard I had to stop my movements and she loosed her hands.

   "Oh God, Blake.  It's always been a race to the finish and you're
showing me a . . . .  uh . . . .  it's like I'm a virgin again, it's all so
new.  I've never had . . . . . .  Ohhhh!"

   "Shhhhh, enjoy it while I can keep this up.  I can feel myself boiling
over inside as well.  It truly is incredible.  I feel you pulling and
squeezing at me.  I don't want it to end, but I'm going to have to soon
before I explode!" I told her as I felt her cream thicken on me as I looked
down at our union, her smooth pussy and my manscaped genitals covered in
her goo.

   As I predicted, my own male urge became too great to deny and I
increased the speed of my stroke, shortening its length to a determined
meter that quickly brought my cum from my balls spurting into her.  I
wailed loudly and she seemed to be cheering me on with her own reports of
orgasm until I was out of breath and strength to continue.  I stayed
sheathed in her and fell forward on her, careful to leave her room to
breathe and hold my weight.

   I nipped at her ear and neck, where my exhausted head was buried, as she
joyously cried in my other ear, trying to form sentences.  The last one
brought me around from my reverie.

   "I could love you forever." She whispered as her arms went tightly
around me.

   "You shouldn't say things like that in the heat of passion, my Candida.
Think about what you're saying." I whispered calmly to her.

   "You DON'T love me?" She asked.

   "Of course I do, but to say forever implies a lot more.  We know each
other in ways so intimate, but we don't know each other perfectly.  Your
heart is in the right place, but, we have a long way to go for your words.
Let's just ride the joy we've shared so far and see what happens.  I love
you today and I'll love you tomorrow.  I hope I can say that every day. 
Understand?" I asked hoping she took my words in the right context.

   "You don't have other people you see, do you?" She asked, almost
frightened.  "I am totally straight and honest with you, and you know that
couldn't be true.  When you speak about forever, remember TRUST is the
biggest part of LOVE.  Drop all of this talk and let's live and love the
rest of this day, and build the next." I said decisively, hoping she "got"
what I was saying.

   "I keep forgetting you're different than all the other men I've dated."
She said letting out a long breath like she feared words I might have
prepared for her.

   "Even the ones in the drawer of your bed stand?  Keep in mind to
separate reality from fantasy.  Your imagination may have built up
expectations in me that are unrealistic.  Just know how much I want to love
you, maybe even forever.  Now, let's go shower again."

   "I can't wait," she said giggling, "to suck your cock in the shower."

   "Oooo you dirty girl!" I laughed as I gave her cute ass cheeks a swat as
we ran to her bath.

   She turned on the shower and turned to me, putting her hands around the
back of my neck and pulling her face close to mine.

   "You know, I'm only a dirty girl for you.  You make me feel so sexy and
free.  All these frustrations I kept hidden in my bed and now my fantasies
are coming true with you and I want to make you happy in any way I can."
She said softly and demurely.

   "Just remember that I want to make you happy as well and doing anything
we don't EACH feel comfortable with is not fun, or even sexy, if we don't
enjoy it together." I reiterated.

   She nodded and pulled me into the shower where we explored each other's
bodies while washing.

   I hadn't really thought she could raise my flag again, this was going to
be the fourth time in 12 or so hours, but she did.  I got her to her feet
after watching her pretty mouth suck me to a full erection and turned her
around and bent her over.  Without so much as even trying to aim I found
her opening and we began a nice long slow fuck.  Looking down at the sweet
asshole I had eaten and tasted before was making me crazy and the urge to
touch it overwhelmed me.  I simply rested my palm over the base of her
spine and fit my thumb in the wrinkled dent of her poop hole.  I rubbed it
gently, not trying to push it in.  She moaned in a different tone from the
thrusting of my cock when I began the oscillating of my thumb pad and
clearly she was opening up and seemed to be enjoying it.  If she had
trepidations about play there I'm sure there would have been a clench,
either from panic or unexpected pleasure.  My mind quickly wondered if her
bedroom fantasies ever included a little inquisitive play there.  Before I
had a chance to delve any further the water began to cool.

   I whispered that we should finish this in bed and she reached for the
water dials and turned it off.  She looked at me with a look of
anticipation as we dried ourselves.  Once done she giggled and took my cock
in her hand and gently used it to "tow" me into the bedroom.

   My erection had faded and she turned and sat on the bed, never letting
go of me, thrusting her mouth over me, holding my half-staff as deep as she
could while lolling it with her tongue until it grew and over filled her
mouth.  She jetted back onto the bed and turned to her knees and hands,
propping her ass up for me.

   "You don't want to watch each other's faces while we make love?" I
teased.

   She buried her face in the bed, exaggerating the perfect split of her
ass as her hand came up and parted her pussy lips for me.  I entered her
and placed my hand where it was in the shower and she let out a long hum of
seeming approval.  I dropped a wad of spit on her private hole and placed
my thumb there again, and still she showed no fear to my actions.  If her
"admissions" of her sexual experience were true, I wasn't about to carry
this sort of play any further without further discussion, or a request from
her.  I was beginning to suspect she had experimented, at least with her
toys or fingers.

   A familiar tingle in my groin told me that I truly was going to orgasm
again, and where I would normally hold it off after but a few minutes of
this play, I was quite sure this feeling might not return if I tried to
shun it away.  In my mind, at the time, I wasn't sure if this would be
number 4 or 5 since we began play 12 plus hours ago, but I knew I shouldn't
let it pass, no matter which it was.  I placed my hands on her hips and
drove it home quickly giving me a long cum, that I'm sure didn't produce as
much creamy result as it did physical pleasure.  I flashed on the time the
very Urologist she worked for prescribed a medication for BPH for me when I
had a prostate scare.  With that medication you had perfectly enjoyable
orgasms, but with no liquid result.  A strange sensation indeed if you were
watching and waiting for the flow, but while inside a woman, you really
didn't know the difference.

   "Blake, I think we should get dressed and put some clothes on.  If we
can keep our hands off each other for enough time, I'll make you a nice
breakfast." She giggled.

   "Believe me, if I get it up again it might be a miracle.  I feel like my
balls are hanging out of my dick." I crudely said.

   "Well, my pussy is raw as well, but I love making love to you.  I think
we were making up for lost time.  I've wanted you so bad.  I was
embarrassed with myself that first time I had you in my mouth, but I
couldn't help myself that night.  It reminded me so much of when I was in
high school and in complete wonder of sex.  Just like the night I sat on
you in the car, I just had to feel you in me.  That night wasn't too good,
but I couldn't wait till I got home." She said blushing as she got up and
stepped into little pajamas.

   "The spur of the moment aspect made those nights made them
unforgettable. I must have jerked myself a hundred times over those two
nights." I chuckled at my admission.

   "Don't think I didn't burn through batteries and KY myself." She said
with a grin as she headed for her kitchen.

   I pulled myself from the bed and found my underwear and shirt and joined
her in the kitchen.  I sat while she worked at the stove.  Watching her ass
sway in what amounted to a thin panty as a PJ bottom and I could feel a
tingle all over again.  I was sure I couldn't get serious about another go,
but it was a testament to how good she looked and how I felt about her.  As
she served my omelet with bacon on the side she noticed my little problem.

   "I hadn't planned on sausage for breakfast, but I can improvise." She
giggled.

   "I think my little guy is just enjoying the scenery, I don't think he's
too serious." I said with an embarrassed smile.

   "Do you know how many times I've fantasized about waking with a guy I
really cared about and making him breakfast to eat while he got my mouth."
She said with a naughty leer.

   "Oh baby, I don't think much can happen." I protested.

   "Oh, I know, . . . .  not today, but keep it in mind for another time."

   After breakfast we agreed to separate showers hoping to avoid the
obvious for a bit while we each "recovered".  When she got into the glass
enclosed shower I had a ringside seat from the bed.  The shower door was
completely visible from the bed with the door open, which also kept the
steam down to keep the picture clear.  Candida's body was a true work of
art.  The firmness of her breast and how the nipples sat up like cherries
on a sundae, the perfect curve and fullness of her ass that was accented by
her slim waist and totally edible belly button.  When she reached under
herself to wash her intimate parts I swear she spent a bit too much time on
her asshole, but who was I to complain.  We hadn't directly discuss anal
play, and I wasn't about to bring it up besides my finger and tongue
teases. If we had a true "thing" together, it might surely come up if there
was an interest at my oral and digital suggestions.  We had so much to
explore with each other, there would be time for everything if we truly
clicked.

   As much as I enjoyed the sex, the fact we got along so famously excited
me as much as anything.  We were both at stages in our own minds where we
didn't really think the "right" person was out there; ie: me from trial and
error, and Candida from fear and trepidation.  Every time I got a look at
her nude body I had to wonder WHY no man tried to make a connection with
her.  She was, in a word, spectacular.  She was smart, a great
conversationalist, and horny devil to boot.

   We spent the rest of that day together out visiting tag sales, craft
fairs, and just enjoying each other's company.  At the end of the day she
asked if I wanted to spend the night, and as much as I wanted to, I
declined since we both had to work in the morning and had been short of
sleep the night before.  Mondays were hard enough, but I did tell her to
forego her bus trip home, I would be there to bring her home.  She offered
to make dinner and thus began a week of my meeting her after work and going
home with her for dinner, or sometimes just making love, while I was
leaving late to get home.  After a week of that she insisted on my bringing
clothes to stay a week to "see how it went".  We both agreed that we felt
like an old married couple after 5 or 6 days of that.  On the way back from
church that Sunday I suggested she pack some stuff and stay at my place for
a week.  She seemed a little reticent at first, but gave in without an
argument.  Once again, it came off as feeling as normal as my stay at her
place.  We agreed it was us, not the places where we met, that made our
"togetherness" click.

   When she cooked at my house that first week she had reason to go to the
basement to get a pan she was going to need and she saw all my camping
equipment.

   "You go into the woods and hunt?" She wondered.

   "No, I go to hike and sometimes I fish to have food, but I bring things
to cook over camp fire and generally explore and enjoy the views.  I
haven't been for a few years, but if you like camping, we can try it
sometime."

   "I don't know, I've never done that, but hiking sounds like fun."

   "Tell you what, I know a place not far from here where we can go on a
Friday night and hike until dark.  We'll hike, set up camp, cook, and then
watch the stars before we go to sleep in my tent." I suggested.

   "We don't have to worry about animals, or other people, or like that?"
She asked with a wary look on her face.

   "It's a pretty well hiked and camped area.  There may be animals, but
nothing I can't handle if I had to.  I DO have a gun if I need it.  There's
a couple Ranger Stations on the mountainside and we'll have a cell phone.
We tell them where we are once we get settled, areas are numbered.  It's
pretty tame.  It can be a great experience for you.  If you like it, we can
try some places more adventurous." I assured her.

   "Mmmmm, getting laid outside." She said with a smile.

   "Well, in a tent.  You don't want to get skeeter bites on your hiney do
you?" I kidded.

   "If we go this weekend, I'll have my period, . . . . . .  at least I
better.  Would you settle for blowjobs in your tent?" She said with a
wicked grin.

   "You are a naughty girl, aren't you?  Do you talk naughty talk to turn
me on?  You don't need to.  I only need to think of you and I'm excited." I
told her.

   "I only talk naughty when it's me and you.  You know, and I know that
anything we do together sexually is making love, . .  at least I HOPE you
know that." She said stepping into me.

   I simply smiled and kissed her, taking her arm and leading her back
upstairs glad she had seen the camp stuff and was interested.  It was nice
to know that something she knew I liked, that she was totally foreign to;
she was willing to try out.  I don't think she was trying to appease me, I
think she was showing that she trusted me to show her how and why I enjoyed
it.  If she had totally made it "out of the question" without so much as
trying it out, while still knowing I liked it, I would have been
disappointed in her.

   We got upstairs and she began to prepare dinner and while working she
asked, "So are we settled?  Camping Friday night and you'll protect me from
the big bad wolf?"

   "Sure!" I answered, glad I had a chance to show her something I always
enjoyed, but hadn't had a willing partner for quite some time.

   I sat on a bar type stool in my kitchen nook where I usually ate
breakfast and read my morning paper, but all I was doing was watching her
gorgeous ass move and sway at the stove and my cabinets as she prepared
dinner.

   "Have I ever told you what a perfect ass you have?  Such a delectable
round hiney." I said in a low voice as dirty thoughts ran through my brain.

   "Blake!  Stop it or dinner will burn while we satisfy our own lusts for
each other.  You don't think I've already fantasized about later on with
you?  Now stop the tease, and YES, you've told me how much you like my
bottom.  You've licked and kissed its little hole enough, you have me
worried." She said shyly.

   "Worried?  About what?"

   "That you might have ideas about . . .you know, . . .  doing it there."
She said not turning to face me.

   "You've thought about it?" I asked provocatively.

   "Remember I told you that I had sex with one man 5 times?  I had been
thinking that we were ONLY about sex when he proposed we try that.  He
scared me and I never saw him again, . . .  but I have to admit that once
when I missed him I tried with one of my little friends." She said still
facing away from me, but the scarlet shade of her neck told me she was
embarrassed beyond all limits being so honest and frank with me.  (I did
make note that she was comfortable enough to share this with me and we had
inched further into our relationship)

   She went silent, perhaps waiting for my reaction, but I said nothing
waiting for her to finish her thought.  Finally, after the long pause, I
said.  "And the verdict was . . . . .  ?"

   She sighed deeply, probably wondering what she had done to get herself
in this position as she also tried to concentrate on her preparations.  She
took the pan she had been constantly stirring off the heat and turned to
me.

   "It took a few tries but it did become pleasant in a naughty sort of
way, but a slick, smooth, smaller than any man toy is much different than
what you or any man is packing.  That was a long time ago and . . . . . .
uh . .  I have had some personal fun there since, even recently.  Why did I
get myself into this train of thought?" She said raising her voice at the
end.

   "Because you know you were going to have your period by the weekend and
the thought crossed your mind?" I snapped back with a sly grin.

   "Fuck you Blake!" She said with a grin knowing I was right.  "I may have
thought of it, but outside in a tent isn't exactly where THAT sort of
intimacy or experimentation takes place.  I love you and will do anything
to make you happy as I know you will for me, and I think we both know that
this is something that will last forever."

   "Wow, forever.  I hate to admit that I've thought about that too.  We're
pretty special for each other, huh?" I said as she came over and planted
her mouth on mine.

   "Now, I HAVE to finish this Alfredo sauce and concentrate when I add the
sherry or I'll totally fuck it up, so keep yourself from getting too
excited and I'll do the same and we can work out our passions later.  I
love falling in love with you, now let me show you how good I can take care
of you in the kitchen. . . .  and quit staring at my ass, it's not going to
happen any time soon, if EVER!" She said with a sexy grin.

   We made dinner and passionate love each night practicing the ways we had
gotten to know each other until Thursday when I left her at her house to do
laundry (so I could do mine as well), and pack for our Friday night camping
trip.

   I left work a bit early to go home and pack the car with my back pack
and camping equipment before heading to The Surgical Outpatient Group to
get Candida.  She was excited to see me and gave me a never ending
narrative on her day and all of the things she expected of our trip.

   "A couple of the other girls said camping was a real good time, a great
way to get away from the phones, the TV, and all those sorts of things. 
They also said it was sexy going away with their husbands and boyfriends. I
didn't tell them I had gotten my period this morning." She said, losing
some of her excited fervor for a moment.

   "We'll have a good time anyway." I assured her.

   "You won't have to worry; my mouth will be just fine." She said with a
snicker.

   "My mouth is just fine too.  Assuming you use tampons, I still have a
playing field to work with, right?"

   "I do, but do you think it will be OK?"

   "To be frank, I'm not into red sex at all, but that little button is
fair play." I insisted.

   "I don't know, . . .  we'll see." She said with trepidation in her
voice.

   "Besides, we aren't going camping for sex, we can do that at home. 
We're going camping to have a good time TOGETHER.  We already know we get
along sexually, now we can find out how we might bond without outside
distractions, just me and you." I reiterated.

   "As much as I love doing many things with you, SEX IS something I
especially love doing with you and that's why I can't help but think of
what will happen when we are alone.  Now, I can't imagine "red sex" either,
although I've never heard that term before, I can just imagine what it is,
but, if I did consider it, it's certainly isn't anything I would think of
away from a facility to wash up in." She said sweetly while shaking her
head as she finished her thought.

   "Not to worry, I have no interest, but just because the cave is flooded,
it doesn't mean the play pen's closed." I said, repeating something and old
sage I once worked with used to say.

   Candida looked at me raising an eyebrow at the crude saying shaking her
head.

   She changed quickly and gathered her things coming out to meet me in
nice jeans.

   "You DO have some nice light polyester or thin cotton pants to wear as
well, right?" I asked.

   "No I thought jeans would be the best for "roughing it"."

   "If it should rain, we may have no choice but to get wet.  If you get
wet in jeans, they will basically never dry, unless you plan on stripping
down and waiting for the sun to come out.  You might want the jeans for
warmth and protection against nature, but if they get wet you'll end up so
chafed after just a half mile of walking in them you won't be able to do
anything."

   "I'll take your word for it and put in some exercise pants." She said
going back into her bedroom and coming out with a small bundle she added to
her bag.

   "Don't worry about packing that so neat.  I'm going to transfer it to a
backpack for you." I said with a knowing grin.

   "I can carry my bag!" She defended herself to me.

   "With stuff on your back you will have your hands free to move brush
from your path, catch sprung back branches, and generally defend yourself
against nature." I schooled her as she rolled her eyes.

   I took her bag from her hand and hugged her tightly whispering, "I'm
starting my job of protecting you, taking care of you, that's all."

   "You're doing that for the whole weekend?" She snickered in my ear like
I was going to be burden on her.

   "I'd like to do it forever, if you'll let me." I said as she pulled back
to look me in the eye.

   Her eyes welled and through a creaky voice she was trying to control
without crying she said, "I'd like to let you, we just have to be sure we
aren't rushing things.  I think you're trying to tell me that you love me,
and I already know that.  I love you to.  Now we have to fall without
getting hurt."

   I couldn't help but well up myself, showing her my sentimental side
while I just nodded.

   From that moment, to this very day, I swear she looks at me a different
way that before I said that "sort of" proposal.  She knew from that moment
on that this was no infatuation, or sexual puppy love that would where off
as our love got bigger together.

   With each of us carrying carefully planned back packs after we parked
and checked in at the main site, we headed up the paths with a map to show
us length of trail and estimated walking times.  I chose an area just 2 and
a half miles away by the trail and called the Ranger Station in that zone.
I told him we had chosen an area called Ramapo and he let me know that no
one had been there yet and unless area got crowded, we would be alone.  He
told us the fire safety rules and mentioned that no dangerous wildlife had
been reported recently, but not to be too complacent and always be aware.

   I let his spiel and warnings play on speakerphone so she could hear and
know what to expect.  It was a spiel I had heard many times hiking in State
regulated areas.  These were just above novice trails and a good place for
s newbie to start.  Since she was with me, she was in no danger unless
something unforeseen happened.

   The 2.5 miles took us about an hour to hike, keeping a slow, but steady
pace in the cool, but humid air.  It was up hill, but not steep at all. 
Neither of us worked up a sweat, except down our backs where we wore our
packs.  Once we settled into Ramapo we called the Ranger Station and told
him we were in the night and we would have a fire, so smoke from the area
would not be a worry if reported.

   Candida quickly caught on to the set up of the tent and how to keep the
bugs out.  So, we were ready to start a fire to heat up dinner.

   "You said it would be buggy, but it doesn't seem too bad right now,
except for a few flies." She commented as we collected small wood for a
fire.

   "It'll be dark in a half hour or so and the no-see-ums will be out. 
We'll have to eat in the tent, and wait till you see what a feast I have
for you." I said with a big grin.

   "You aren't going to make a stew by campfire, like they show in those
old westerns, are you?"

   "Sorry to disappoint you if that's what you were thinking.  I don't like
grilling meat or fish as night falls because bears smell it and come
calling.  During the day they aren't as brave if there's a lot of movement
around, plus when you hear them coming you can see them easier."

   "Are there a lot of bears up here?" She said looking around and over her
shoulder.

   "Not really.  They are known to be on the state campgrounds site, but
very rare.  It is their habitat, though.  I'm not one to risk the
invitation, or be over confident when I camp in places not as well
monitored as this.  I vacuum sealed a couple kielbasa and some mashed
potatoes with carrots.  We just have to heat some water and let them boil
for a little and we can go in the tent to eat.  I've got candy bars if you
need dessert or a pick me up for later."

   "Oh, I have a pretty good idea what I'm going to have for dessert." She
said with a snicker.

   I smiled and said, "I may have some of the same, but in a different
flavor."

   "Remember my monthly."

   "I know how to handle the area, trust me." I told her, although she was
unsure of my intentions.

   We got a quick fire going and since we were only boiling water I had
picked up in a stream we had passed, we didn't have to wait for coals to
cook.  My 3inch deep aluminum pan boiled quickly and the sealed packets
were in.  The bugs began to get pesky and I showed Candida how to use the
double net entrance to leave the pests out.

   I took a small collapsible shovel out and dug a small hole nearby and
informed her it was our "bathroom".  She could pee, poop, change her
tampon, and then cover it.  I had sanitary wipes to stay clean with.

   "So I have to squat and squirt?" She asked.

   "Or squat and squeeze." I added with a manly grin.

   "Ummmm, not until morning if I stay on schedule and I'm sure I may see
how long I can last before I have to . . . . .  a . . .  SQUEEZE, as you
gently put it."

   "Candida darling, as a nurse you must know, everybody poops, and there
are no alternative means.  We all do it the same way, so don't think you'll
be keeping any secrets from me." I said as she flushed red realizing she
was being nervous over nothing.

   "As cute as that gorgeous ass of yours is, I know you shit through it.
You may deny it, but I know how it works.  Now, why don't you pee and then
I'll get you in the tent with the food before I put out the fire, and pee
as well.  Then I'll join you."

   She took a couple wipes and went to the hole and turned away from me to
squat.  When I heard her stream start I looked back to see her little
cheeks hovering over her stream while she seemed to bury her head in
embarrassment.  I looked away and let her finish.

   "What do I do with the wipes and my old tampon?" She called out.

   "Wrap the tampon in a wipe and put it all in the plastic bag under the
rock next to the hole." I called out.  "You DO think of everything." She
said sarcastically.

   "Poop wipes go in the hole and cover with the shovel." I added.

   "Suddenly I'm not so hungry at that thought." She giggled, not dead
serious.

   In 5 minutes I was getting in the tent myself.  She had unrolled the
sleeping bags on the floor and was sitting cross legged waiting for me.

   "Good job, you figured out how hard the ground was." I commented as I
cut open the bag of sausage and opened the 2 packets of the potato/carrot
mixture in our coffee cups, making it like a liner in the cup that we could
remove and still have a clean cup later.

   We ate and talked as if we were out in a restaurant, I had her so
suddenly at ease.  I think she finally realized she was in good hands and
that I had all of the bases covered.  We ate and put all of our waste in a
plastic bag I could get rid of in a can along the path in the morning.  I
passed out wipes for us to freshen up with.  We sat and talked for a few
minutes and began to kiss, then neck before she commented how dark it was.

   I hooked a small l-e-d light on the cross bar of the tent and it gave
off just enough light to make out our surroundings.  Not enough to read by,
but plenty to get sexy with.

   When I turned on the light and sat back down she was sitting with her
shirt off, her perfect globe breasts out for me.  I went to move for her
and she stopped me.

   "No, I want to suck you.  I've been thinking all day of having you in my
mouth out here in the wild.  I'm not sure how you plan to satisfy me, but I
know I'm going to give you a nice blowjob and spit your cum into a paper
towel I've had in my pocket for the whole trip, just for that."

   I had went to sit cross legged on the floor of the tent but she pushed
me back as I moved and I was sitting with my legs out, leaning back,
propped up on my hands.  She crawled on her hands and knees over to me and
kissed me deeply while her hands began to unbutton my shirt.  Once it was
open she backed from me a bit and undid the snaps on the fly of my hiking
pants.  She simply said "lift" when she took the edges of them and pulled
them down, my boxer-briefs coming down with them.  She worked them off my
legs and knelt between them.  With no fanfare she bent and took me in her
mouth, licking around the head, and then working her lips down over me as
she felt me inflate in her mouth.  She sat up with her hand stroking me and
she looked me in the eye and smiled.

   "I've always loved giving blowjobs, but since high school there haven't
been many.  Tasting you, the man that I love, is the most exciting I've
ever felt about doing it.  Yours is the last cock I ever want."

   She didn't wait for any reaction from me, she just bent and began
sucking me in earnest as she moaned and made loving sounds of joy around
me. I was enjoying her attention to the point I could have came almost
immediately but, I reached and touched her cheek, causing her to look up.

   "Let me see you.  I want to put my mouth on your beautiful breasts, kiss
my way down your belly, and suck on your little clit.  You know it's all
popped out and ripe.  I can make you cum and then I'll jerk all over your
belly.  You won't have to taste me and spit me out." I whispered.

   "I want to make YOU happy!" She said.

   "This will make me delirious, believe me."

   I pulled myself up and she sat back and undid her pants and shinned them
down as she smiled in nervous anticipation, wondering what can happen
during her cycle.  I did as I promised and began to tease and suckle her
breasts making her squirm underneath me.  I slowly worked down to her naval
and ate that as well before I headed south to that pretty pussy, string
hanging out and all.  She was fresh from her last ministrations and I found
her clit with my tongue.  I knew I could get her close to cumming before
she overflowed and those results wouldn't be too pleasant if she did get
that wet, but I wanted to be sure she got off.  (I never let a monthly
spoil her pleasure, if I could)

   Her clit got real firm and her whole pussy seemed to fill and she was
panting to beat the band before I heard her squeal, and her voice crackle
to tell me she was getting a nice one.  I replaced my tongue on her clit
with my finger and rolled her up a bit before me so I could bend and put a
tongue to her cute little asshole.  I figured between my finger massaging
her little button and my tongue behind her she would get another before I
jerked off onto her belly.

   Her little butt hole was opened up and welcoming my tongue as I drilled
her back there but I was getting to where I had to get off myself so I gave
her rosette a few goodbye kisses and sat up with her haunches resting on
top of the end of my knees.

   "I'm going to cum all over you Baby," I said as I began to stroke myself
and she reached down to help me, or so I thought.

   "Try it!" She said as she huffed and puffed from her cummings.

   She confused me because I thought I had made it known that red sex was
out.  Actually, me even being in the area was something I hadn't gotten
into until toward the end of my first live-in lover.

   "It's too messy, what do we do with the tampon, and . . . ." I began to
whine because I thought we had settled on NO RED SEX.

   "No, back there, it's so wet and I'm ready to try.  My toy fits, I've
tried.  I want you inside me."

   Even as I was going to put down her idea, my cock surged at the thought
of getting in that tight little hole.  I went to make my protest, but the
only words I got out were;

   "It'll hurt and . . ."

   "If it hurts more than I think it should I'll pull away.  I've done a
toy before just wondering.  Now is the time Blake." She said in a whiny,
but excited cry.

   I sat back a bit and maneuvered a bit to bring my turgid head to her
wrinkled little aperture.  She sensed my reluctance and reached down and
held me between her forefinger and thumb and pushed it to her hole.  I
looked down and dropped a large wad of saliva on my cock head and her
fingers.  That was what it took for the little hole to give and for me to
slip in.

   "Oh my GOD!!" She exclaimed loudly in a tone that would have startled
me, but I expected it.

   I wanted to move out of her but she held me fast, not that I couldn't
have over powered her hold around me, but she had control so I remained
still.

   "Are you OK?" I whispered softly so as not to promote any panic on her
part.

   "Yes, that's just quite a shock, but I expected it.  You are a little
fatter than my toy." She said looking at me with wide eyes as her body was
becoming accustomed to the intrusion.

   "I know women who love this and say it's worth the shock and I've known
some pleasure from playing." She added candidly as, whether she realized it
or not, I was moving deeper into her.

   She took a few deep breaths and looked up to me in the low light from
the l-e-d, "Blake, I've never felt more intimate, more, umm . . . . . . 
possessed, more a real part of anyone as I do right now.  I've taken you
all the way in now.  I think I can cum this way, but go slow." She said
with a nervous quiver in her voice.

   I dropped more saliva at our juncture and began to move a bit as I
looked into her eyes before they rolled back and she swooned in what I
first thought as pain, but was either conceding herself to me, or
exhilaration.

   "Easy my lover." She whispered in a stiff voice as she pulled her legs
up with her arms locking behind her knees.  "Touch my clit, it's going to
burst!"

   Her whole sex as spread before me, her smooth flat belly, her pretty
pink vagina, with her bottom tipped up to where I was inside of her.  Just
the movement of my arm to touch her clit, as she requested caused me to
move within her and reminded me that I wanted to get my own orgasm.  The
tight grip of her pretty asshole and grip of her bowel made my cock almost
begin to rage, wanting to slam it home to get my nut, but I was not about
to do that.

   As soon s I touched her clit she began to swoon again and catch her
breath as I began to slowly fuck her in short strokes.  I kept trying to
draw up more spit to help us stay slick, but as I began to get a rhythm she
seemed to open a bit as I strummed her clit with the side of my thumb. 
Then she seemed to bear down on me to meet every stroke.

   "Fuck my ass, fuck my virgin ass.  Oh my God I'm going to cum,
cummmmmmmm!" She wailed as I suddenly felt near to my own end.

   I hadn't planned on cumming this fast, but clearly she was not prepared
for a long session of this and at the moment, I just wanted to cum.

   I hunched up and pumped at her in short strokes hoping to allay any
friction from really railing her even though she showed no signs of being
in distress.  Actually she was still cumming from my thumb rubbing her clit
and the nerve endings I was stroking and stirring in her rear.  Her breath
caught and I knew she was holding onto her legs with such a grip I thought
she might leave marks, but she was holding an orgasmic spasm for all it was
worth before she shrieked and let it go, totally deflating her just as I
shot my load up her ass.  The back wash of cum alone eased any rubbing
sensation she had back there but I quickly finished and stopped my
movements and she let her legs down causing just the head of my penis to be
plugged halfway into her butt.  A surge of air from her pushed me out the
rest of the way and I grabbed paper towels left from dinner to put under
her.

   "I can't control what's coming out!" She cried as I gently rubbed her
stomach and told her to relax and not to worry.

   "It's only air and me coming out of you." I said smiling to relieve her.

   "No poo?" She said with an embarrassed laugh.

   "No poo, I assure you.  Just relax.  I don't know what possessed you to
want to try this here.  This is boudoir stuff where we can be ready." I
said, still trying to comfort her.

   "Blake, I love you and wanted to show you and feel you surge within me.
Don't think I'm silly.  When nurses get together and gab, we talk sex a
lot, being sort of immune to nudity and intimate body parts in our work. 
They piqued my interest enough to try it home, but this was way different.
More pain to start, but exhilarating.  I just wish I had a place to go and
rinse, you know, clean up." She lamented.

   "In the morning we'll go down to that stream and you can squat and get
your butt in the water."

   "But that water will be cold!"

   "I can arrange for a bear to pee upstream.  What do you think the early
settlers did?  You'll just have to gut it out or skip it.  I'll be doing
the same thing."

   "What if someone sees us?" She said, worried.

   "Early in the morning they might be doing the same thing.  But we should
be pretty much alone.  I'll keep watch out for you and you for me.  If you
want to spend another night out here, we can hike up to the lake and we can
take a dip and wash.  If you want to just hike today we can hike back down,
or hike to the top and there's a Ranger shuttle that brings people down on
the camp road from the top."

   "Would you be disappointed if we just hiked to the top and went home?"
She asked.

   "Of course not; if hiking and roughing it isn't for you, I understand."

   "No it isn't that.  I love the exercise and the outdoors.  It's just
with my period probably ending today I don't feel like much of a partner
for you, you know like for intimacy.  After tonight I REALLY want to lay
quiet with you in one of our beds and enjoy this feeling I have." She said
quietly, as if she was embarrassed.

   "I understand." I assured her.

   I unceremoniously took the paper towels from under her and wiped her
butt and got up and put the paper in my plastic waste bag.  I found her
underwear and under shirt to sleep in and we both dressed for sleep.  I
zipped the sleeping bags together while she stood to dress and then took
out my collapsible plastic canister that I used as a commode.  I pulled the
tab on the bottom and it accordioned open.

   "This is taking our relationship to the next level, peeing and pooping
in front of each other." I said with a chuckle.

   "I'm NOT pooping in that thing!"

   "My dear, if you so feel the urge in the middle of the night you will
have to as I will not attract attention by using lights to go outside and
dig a hole to go in.  Nature's nocturnal habitants might get curious that
way.  Hopefully that urge won't hit you until morning.  While peeing is
much more convenient for me, you should have no problem going in here.  I
hope this is the last time I say this but, don't be a baby.  A nurse knows
more about natural body functions than most people, so get over it."

   "Ohhhhhh, I suppose you're right.  I suppose there are times to be a
delicate woman, and not." She said giving in.

   We both used the jug and sealed it and settled into the sleeping bag and
lay quietly together until she turned and whispered to me, "You've been
inside my very being, not just my reproductive parts, but inside my being.
I am yours, you are mine.  I don't ever want that to change."

   After a few moments she whispered again.  "You didn't respond.  Did I
scare you?  Did I say the thing that scares you away from me?"

   "God NO!  You just made me think about how happy we've been and how much
more we can do to make each other happy.  I like living life with you. 
These few weeks of living together, more or less, have been such a
wonderful, reassuring time.  I feel so at ease, so comfortable, so . . . ."

   "Natural?" She asked to finish my words.  "I feel like we've always been
together.  I don't have to censor everything I want to say to test how it
will sound or whether it's appropriate.  I can be myself and you just
accept me."

   I pulled her close and kissed the back of her neck.  "I couldn't have
put my words any better about my feelings.  I love you Candida.  Let's
sleep........................."

   When I woke in the morning Candida was awake and watching me sleep, but
with a look of anticipation on her face.

   "Good morning," I said before analyzing her expression.  "What's the
matter?"

   "I have to go, and I didn't want to wake you." She said impatiently.

   "I went during the night and didn't disturb you a bit you were so out of
it.  Go ahead and use the pot." I said opening the flap on the sleeping
bags.

   "No, I need outside, damn it!"

   I got up and tried to remain calm for her while telling her to get
something on her feet.  I dressed and got the camp shovel and my package of
baby wipes.  I thought it was cute the way she acted like she was going to
the executioner.

   Sunshine greeted us as we got out of the tent and I went behind the
large tree with the campsite marker on it.  I dug down about a foot and
then dug the shovel in as deep as I could in front of the hole.

   "There you are sweetheart.  Use the shovel to make sure you don't fall
back into the hole and you're all ready to squat and squeeze." I said with
a giggle.

   "When you're done, use the wipes and cover it over like cats do."

   "...and there goes the genteelness of our relationship.  We'll be
farting in front of each other before you know it." She said in mock
disgust as I walked away to give her privacy.

   She came to me a few minutes later with the shovel in hand as I waited
with the two light cotton towels I brought.

   "Put your beach thongs on and we'll go down to the creek and wash." I
said as I shucked my undies leaving just a long t-shirt to cover myself.

   "My tee's don't cover me that well." She complained as I handed her one
of mine in anticipation of her discovery as she dropped her underwear and
put on the thongs.

   We found an easy spot in the creek where there were rocks flat enough to
walk out and it was about a foot deep.  The morning was crisp and there
were no other sounds but the water and the birds.  I led her out and
stepped off the semi-submerged rocks into a foot or so of water.  I
squatted down dropping my butt and my business in the water.  I barked at
the rush of cold water but held out my hand to her.

   "Look at me, I'm Mrs Davey Crockett." She said stepping in and dipping
her cute little ass.

   "Fucking freezing, give me some of those wipes!" She complained.

   "The real Mrs.  Crockett never complained." I chuckled.

   She took out her tampon, a move I hadn't anticipated, and wrapped it in
a wipe and tossed it to the bank.  I had never seen that before, and while
a simple bodily function, I was a little taken aback.

   "You sure it's over with?"

   "Yes, I'm pretty sure, I'm OK." She said as she bravely lowered herself
into the water and swished about her bottom and vagina, looking away from
me to save herself from embarrassment.  She deftly dipped herself, I guess
spreading herself open, and getting up a bit, pushing water out.  I was
impressed.

   I finished and stepped up onto the rocks waiting for her.  She stood and
then dipped herself 3 or 4 more times before extending her hand to me as I
helped her up.  When we got the few steps to the bank I handed her towel to
her, she picked up her tampon wrap and we walked back to the campsite.

   I started a small sterno can, just big enough to heat water for instant
coffee.  I took out some energy bars, granola bars, and fruit leather that
we noshed on while the water got hot enough to make the coffee.  Although I
brought along powdered creamer and sugar, we both used neither.  We ate
quickly as she was anxious to get dressed

   As we got dressed for the days hike she looked at me, turning red,
saying.  "My little bum is sore, no more of that without real lube, but I'm
not sorry for a minute.  I hope it said I love you and not that I'm a
slut."

   "Candida!  NEVER EVER think that!  You are, in this short time, the LOVE
of my LIFE and in no way anything but that.  That was your choice that I
fully took part in and loved you and thought nothing except I was making
love to you for the entire time.  Never call yourself that." I chided her.

   I could see she had welled up a bit and turned away but before I could
hug away her tears she turned back and said, "Thank you, I love you Blake.
I love you like I've never loved anything else.  I've known guys who wanted
me to love them like they loved me, but it never happened so I never opened
up like I have for you.  I really want this to last forever.  Please don't
let that scare you.  I've waited all my life to feel what I've known so
many friends felt and I can wait longer if I have to."

   "Deeda (a pet name I had started to call her), if I didn't think I felt
the same as you I wouldn't be intimate with you because I would feel I led
you on or took advantage of you.  You're far too sweet of a person, then
friend, for me to see that happen to you.  But you're so much more than a
friend, you are my love." I said as I kissed her hard and deep.

   She stood back from the kiss and flushed red.  "We better get packed and
going or we'll be pawing at each other and end up here all day.  I want our
next time making love to be in one of our beds tonight."

   I smiled broadly and began to pack the backpacks, take down the tent. 
It was almost 10:00 in the morning and we had about a 5 hour hike ahead of
us.  I called the Ranger station and made sure the shuttle would run past 4
pm and he assured me it was.  There were but a few campers on the mountain
and he saw no problem with us getting a ride down to our car.

   As we got going we chatted back and forth but I was mostly leading her
through paths I was familiar with so eventually she was following a step or
two behind me and if I thought I had opened too far a lead I would turn to
see she was just 5 or 6 feet back, and she would reassure me, "I'm OK.  I'm
tough, I'm a nurse you know" or "I'm OK, I'm a big girl, you know."

   My mind wandered as we went along.  There were long stretches without
talking while just enjoying the views and the exercise.  I thought about
her words, "I really want this to last forever".  WOW, I wonder if she
wished she hadn't said that.  I have to admit, I had begun to think along
those lines myself.  We were a great pair, but I only worried if we had
lowered our standards because we were getting so late into the years when
people decide to settle or remain single or vagabonds.

   "NO," I kept telling myself, she IS the ONE.  There's no "settling"
here. Just as that thought came to me we came to a nice vista near the top
of the mountain and she stepped to me and put her arm around me, well, sort
of, under the backpack to where she squeezed my ass while hugging.

   I looked at her and smiled and kissed her.  "I love you too, and I want
this to last forever too.  You know we have to work at that, and not take
each other for granted, and be totally honest with each other, right?"

   "Well, I was going to save all of that for bed later, but yes, I
understand that, and obviously you do as well.  Remember, honest to where
you know it might hurt each other's feelings, but honest."

   I kissed her to show I agreed and we began to neck a bit, but heard
other hikers approaching.  We stayed there at the vista as an older,
50's-60's couple went by as they exchanged pleasantries with us.  I had
seen them on these paths before.  As soon as they got out of sight Candida
asked me to scout a spot to pee.  I saw a large pine nearby and we headed
into the woods to it and, as I suspected, there was a clearing underneath
the branch cover.  I explained to her that because of the acidity of the
soil underneath a pine, little else might grow underneath, especially
poison ivy.  I also explained we would have to do full body searches for
ticks later too, but she thought that could be made to be fun . . .  unless
we found a tick.

   We made it to the small pond and Ranger Station just about 3:30 and the
van was leaving at 3:45 to bring down a group of 3 other hikers and us.  We
all chatted by a picnic table until the Ranger came out and opened the van.

   As much as I would have liked to play the tough mountain hiker guy, when
we got back to her place I had to admit to her that I was really tired and
all I really wanted to do was take a shower and get some sleep.

   "Why don't we each shower and take a nap, and then we can go to dinner
tonight?" I asked.

   "If by "each shower" you mean separately, that's probably a good idea.
As tired as I am, if I was alone naked with you I would be hard pressed, no
pun intended, to keep my hands and mouth off of you.  As far as going to
dinner, we can order in, you already have what I want to eat, and I have
something for you as well." She said suggestively.

   "You make that hard to argue with." I said with a laugh and a hug.

   She had me shower first while she took care of laundry, at least
preparing it for wash when the showers were done.  I went to her bed in
just my boxer briefs and by the time she came to bed, I was out cold.  It
was only around 5 or so, but we slept until 8 and I awoke refreshed and
hungry.

   She stirred when I rolled to my back and she did the same waking and
smiling to me.  We exchanged deep kisses and then she sat up and reached to
the bed stand to retrieve menus she had placed there earlier.

   "Chinese, Italian, or pizza?" she asked.

   "Peanut chicken and fried rice?" I said hoping she might agree.

   "Mmm, I think I'll get lemon chicken, just in case I'm not too thrilled
with the peanut.  We can share, OK?" She said dialing the number as I
nodded that I liked both.

   She ordered the food and then said it was delivery, to which she had a
reaction and she covered the mouthpiece and looked to me.  "Is 50 minutes
to an hour going to be OK? . . .  unless we want to pick it up.  I'm on the
edge of the delivery area."

   "Ummmm," I said, "I think we can find something to do." woot

   As she turned to hang up the phone I took advantage that she was naked
and I bent to give her sweet ass a kiss before I put my arms around her
waist and pulled her towards me.  I got my face between her cheeks and
licked her cute asshole before raising her hips to eat her pussy from
behind.

   "Godddddddddd, your tongue feels so good in my ass and my pussy.  Eat me
baby!  I don't think any man has ever eaten me like you.  Other guys who
did it were just writing blowjob insurance." She groaned.

   "I'm not?"

   "No, you're going to get the blowjob under any circumstance.  You eat
like you love it!" She moaned again.

   "I eat it like I love YOU!" I insisted.

   She moaned and shrieked through my tongue session until she could take
no more and she pulled her ass from my face to lay flat and get away from
my mouth.

   "God Blake, your thumb up my butt makes me want you to try that one more
time today, just with a lot more lube than spit."

   "How did you get to be such a naughty girl?" I asked, joking.

   "Coming home alone to this house so many nights gave me a lot of play
and experimentation time.  A horny lonely woman has a lot of imagination.
Want to see one of my little secrets?"

   "What do you mean, secrets?" I wondered.

   "Blake, just because I wasn't out playing the field for men or screwing
you those first few months doesn't mean I didn't think about them.  I'm not
a pick-up girl, I don't do blind dates, and you were the first normal guy
to EVER want to talk to me if I went to a club with my girlfriends.  Let me
show you a little trick I learned with one of my toys.  I did this one
thinking of you more than a few times in the last few months."

   "What are you up to?" I wondered as she opened a drawer and took out a
clear gel-like dildo, the kind with a suction cup on one end.

   Let me put on a little show for you to show you how and why I was ready
for what happened last night.  You can satisfy a little fantasy for me if
you jerk off all over me." She said quietly and shyly, not even making eye
contact.

   Now, her bed is a sleigh bed with large headboard and footboard.  She
took the dildo and stuck it to the middle of the footboard about 4 inches
above the line of the mattress.  She reached under the bed and took out a
satin covered pillow.  From her drawer she took a tube labeled SEX LUBE. 
She then strode around to the side of the bed and set her ass on the satin
pillow and slid herself, like a sled on the pillow to the foot of the bed.
She filled her fingers with a couple globs of the lube and brought her legs
up and applied it to her little bottom hole.  She WAS getting me excited.
After quickly working one, then two and three fingers (almost) into herself
she brought her legs back all the way, running her arms by them to where
she was in a contortionist type of position that she made look quite
comfortable.  Basically her shoulders were resting on the back of her
knees. She skootched toward the tip of the dildo and when it was nudged to
her notch she bent up a bit and the tip went in as she grimaced and then
sighed.

   Lying back she then began to flex a bit to where she was moving the
dildo in and out of her, sliding on the satin pillow.  She began to moan
and make noises I've never heard her make as she seemed to really enjoy
fucking herself in her ass while she could easily look right to where it
was going in and out of her.  She came at least twice in rapid sucession
and it didn't seem to slow her down.  By this time I was hard beyond any
limit I could take and I began to jerk off as she asked, but I brought it
up a level.  I got on the bed to stand over her and jerk off, but then I
squat down and let my cock go in her mouth.  If anyone had walked into the
room they would have had us committed, but it was as erotic and exciting as
any time I had been with any woman.  Best of all, neither of us felt
ashamed, perverted, nor dirty.  We were simply expressing our passions for
each other.  When I finally couldn't take anymore titillation I half stood
and sprayed her with my ejaculation from her tits down to her pussy. I fell
beside her on the bed and we kissed until she began to cramp up a bit from
her contorted position.

   "You aren't shocked or saddened about this kink?" She asked shyly.

   "Deeda, nothing is a kink if we both enjoy it.  You turned me on
incredibly." I assured her.

   "I just wanted to show you the hard core side of me and why I was able
to do what I did last night.  I didn't want you to think I ever did that
with anyone else.  I'm just not the kind of girl who goes . . . . . ." She
started to explain or apologize for before I stopped her.

   "Deeda!  Stop!  I UNDERSTAND!  You have to also understand that it's
none of my business and anything before I met you is inconsequential to me.
You aren't a used car where I find you had an accident I didn't know about
and will cause me problems later.  We've nurtured a sex life we both enjoy,
plus we love to do things together and for each other.  Let's just build
what we have.  I almost feel like you want to show me things that will
cause me to lose interest.  I love you and I don't see any warts.  Let's
just grow together and see what happens.  OK?"

   "Just know that you didn't make me a naughty girl, I did, and I was only
naughty with myself."

   "Well, I know you must have had fun, because you have a pretty wild
imagination." I said, wise cracking.

   "You helped, you know.  You had me frustrated after just a few dates and
I started playing out things with myself, and that was after a long time of
just getting off to relieve the stress and get to sleep." She said as she
dressed herself in pajamas.

   I was still naked and asked, "Going somewhere?"

   "We have dinner coming any time now, remember?" She said looking at me
quizzically.

   "Oh yeah!  I guess my mind was someplace else for a while." I chuckled
as I found some sweats I had left with her before.  The doorbell rang and
in minutes we were sitting and devouring the food.  We had worked up quite
an appetite, not only over the course of the day, but especially the last
45 minutes or so.  We said little while we ate, stuffing ourselves as the
carb powered food revitalized any fall in our energy.

   Once we sat back and were deciding on coffee or aperitif she moved over
and sat on my lap, an action she knew would get a rise out of me.  She had
just spun to plant her lips on me when we heard a loud crash in the front
of the house.

   She jumped from me and raced to the window to part the shade.

   "Oh my God!  There's a car crashed into the tree out front.  Call 911.
Where are my shoes?"

   Candida ran from the window as I dialed 911 and she slipped on a pair of
slippers as I pulled a t-shirt on and ran behind her.  The transformation I
saw from sexy vixen to medical professional was incredible as it unfolded
before my eyes.

   The car door was ajar and she pulled on it to open it with a loud grunt
and instantly reached in to unfasten the seat belt of the driver and pull
him away from the wreck.

   "See if anyone else is in the car and get away quick, I can smell gas!!"
She shouted as I gingerly peeked into the wreck.  I saw no one else and
moved away quickly as per instructions and went to her side.  She was
holding her hand open, pressed to a place just below his rib cage.  There
was a lot of blood.

   "Here, slip your hand over mine and keep as much pressure as you can
muster on him while I do CPR.  I think he's slipping away.  There's no head
trauma but something caused a big gash here." She shouted and I followed
her instruction.

   I was amazed how fast she had triaged his injuries, somehow knowing in
the dark that he had no head trauma.  I kept pressure where she asked while
she administered CPR.

   "When I press on his chest, you HAVE to keep max pressure on him.  I
think a rib has punctured his heart.  There's a lot of blood in that
cavity." She ordered while I heard the distant sound of sirens from the
nearby Fire and Ambulance station.  Alternating blowing in his windpipe and
doing compressions she looked to me and shouted, "I think he's breathing
again, but keep that pressure while I meet the ambulance."

   The ambulance siren wailed as other neighbors came out to see what the
excitement was.  The ambulance arrived with 3 or 4 minutes of the call, I
was amazed.  Just behind it a small pumper Fire Truck pulled up and they
were quickly dousing the car.

   I heard Candida shouting instructions to the EMTs who called her by name
and apparently trusted her triage of the situation.  When they ran to me
Candida reiterated for me to keep pressure as they moved the man to a
board, and then to a stretcher.  It seemed as if only a minute or two had
passed from the time the ambulance arrived before we were all in the back
of it going to the hospital.  The EMT's let Candida lead the situation as
she gave orders and they followed.  Once we got to the wait and hold steady
part of the trip, nothing else we could do, Candida explained.

   "Very possibly, the pressure you have on his chest is pressing that rib
into the puncture and slowing the bleeding, but he has bled a LOT
internally."

   The EMT's were calling the hospital to be ready for them as Candida
barked loud enough for the waiting team to hear what she had surmised.  The
person on the other end was asking her about something like a cold shell, I
wasn't really sure.  (I found later it was something to put the victim in
to cool him quickly to slow his blood flow, what was left.

   There was a team under the emergency awning waiting for us and as soon
as we stopped the back door opened and they began to pull the stretcher out
as the wheels unfolded and a large man in hospital greens slipped his hand
under my own and just said "I got it!!"

   Meanwhile Candida was running behind the team and shouting to the Doctor
what she had gleaned from the situation and they went through a swinging
door in the ER where Candida stayed behind and watched through a small
window.  I caught up and stood behind her, holding her as we both puffed
loudly out of breath.

   "They're trying to cool him down fast before they get him upstairs, I
think he might have to operate right here if they can slow the blood loss.
A couple of sutures might do." She said breathlessly.  "Don't think this is
anything I can do or know that much about." She cautioned me, "I've
assisted before in emergency surgeries and can only draw from what I've
seen.  I'm really not that kind of nurse, but in an ER anything can happen.
That's why I took the post-op and admitting art with our group."

   "Don't play yourself down Deeda, you probably saved that man's life
tonight."

   "I'd rather think that he would have died in that car if no one came out
to help him.  It just happened to be me." She said refusing to take credit.

   I held her tightly as we peered through the small round window and
whispered to her, "Deeda just a few minutes before I saw you intervene in
that man's possible fate, I watched you pleasure yourself to an extent that
caused me to pleasure MYself and you.  We connected our sexual beings for
each other's benefit to help grow our intimate relationship.  Seconds later
you gave this man a chance to live.  Never play down either of those
actions."

   She craned her neck back and kissed me saying, "You're so sweet and
understanding and I love you so much.  THAT'S why we connect so well.  You
know a me no one else ever knew."

   The surgeon in the ER stood back and nodded to another Doctor and two
nurses gathered things around where they were working and began to rush the
gurney the man was on through another double door across from where we
watched.  The surgeon came out to speak to Candida.

   "He's going upstairs to finish the job.  He did have a puncture, it was
small, but it would have bled him out fairly fast.  You made a good call
when you saw the amount of blood coming from his external wound.  He's
stable, but not out of the woods yet.  Nice job.  He did lose a lot of
blood."

   Candida didn't seem to be phased by the accolades and actually seemed to
be embarrassed as she tugged at my arm and we walked out the ER door to the
covered entry way.  She waved to a taxi and despite we both still having
blood on our clothes, the cabbie took us home.  I held her tightly in the
cab and she said quietly to me, "I was qualified to help and I did.  No big
deal."

   I let her leave those words as the end of the whole escapade, but I knew
differently of what she had done.  When the cab pulled up I asked him to
wait while I went inside to get money for him.  We both went in with Deeda
leaving the door open so the cabbie could see we weren't stiffing him. 
However when I came out the cab had turned around and he was pulling away
and the guy waved to me, almost like a salute.

   I went back inside and found Candida in the shower, crying.

   "Why are you crying lover?  Everything should be right in your world
right now." I asked.

   "Ohhhh, I guess it's just emotions.  I tripped in my mind all day about
showing you my secret pleasures and I wanted to be so honest with you, and
then you see me work and you think I'm some sort of superhero, but I'm just
a woman who craves your love and doesn't want to disappoint you."

   "How did you disappoint me?"

   "When I showed how dirty I am.  Then all the while I'm trying to help
that guy I'm thinking you just see me as some slut, not as the angel of
mercy I was trying to be.  It was the first time I did anything like that
outside of work.  I was proud how I took charge but I felt you just saw me
as your sex partner, a naughty, naughty sex partner."

   I stepped into the shower with the few clothes I had on and turned off
the water and held her tightly.

   "Candida, my beautifully awesome love.  I only see you as what you are,
and that is an incredibly sexy woman who I love and she loves me back. 
What I saw outside made me swell with pride that I even know you, let alone
love you.  What we have is so beautiful and there's nothing naughty about
it.  That's me and you and what we have to please and pleasure each other.
If anyone asked what we were doing just before we saw the accident, I would
say we were making love.  That's what we were doing.  Sharing those
moments, those times, those feelings, is what makes us special to each
other." I whispered to her, hoping to get a rein on her emotions.

   "I guess I've been through a lot in the last few minutes.  Plus, it's
just sinking in that I've got an honest to goodness man I want to be with
all of the time and you keep showing me you want to be with me, even though
I keep trying to show you sides of me you might not like."

   "Why would you do that?" I asked as I got her out of the shower and I
began to dry her off.

   "This seems too good to be true.  In high school and part of college I
had boyfriends because I liked to suck them and they liked being sucked.  I
only had real sex a few times, just like I told you before.  I didn't feel
right doing screwing them, but if I liked a guy, blowjobs were how I kept
them around.  I liked controlling that part of my relationships that way,
and it was fun and exciting.  The one guy I thought I wanted to be with and
slept with more than once ended up being a creep and that created more
trust issues.  You just seem too good to be happening to me." She said
sniffling as we stood naked together.

   "Do you think I can comprehend that I deserve YOU?  Come on Deeda. 
You're a professional in the medical field, a beautiful woman who looks
like a model, a model with an obvious birth heritage that puts you in class
of your own, like a petite Juliana Moore, . . .  and I should feel that I
deserve YOU?  I'm a boring court stenographer who's out among so many
people who either can't socialize with me, or won't, lawyers look down
their noses at us.  If I hadn't been to my urologist I wouldn't have even
taken the second look at you that night because I thought I knew you.  Here
I was thinking I had a connection with this beautiful woman, and come to
find out I knew her because she handled my junk post-op.  You don't think I
was embarrassed and emasculated after I realized HOW I knew you?  Now here
I am in love with, and you with me, and you think I don't feel lucky with
the possibility of the bubble bursting?" I retorted to show her how I
should be the one with her thought process.

   "You ARE the sweetest man!  Let's agree that we DO deserve each other."
She said as she pulled me towards the bed.

   I was about to try and move over her, enter her and show her how much I
loved her when she put a stiff arm to my shoulder.

   "No, I've had 3 or 4 hard orgasms tonight to your one.  My bottom is
sore, my pussy is happy, and I really want to suck your beautiful cock,
taste you and experience your pleasure."

   "How can I NOT think this is all a dream when I hear a beautiful woman
with ravenous oral skills saying THAT to me?  Do you see why I should be
the one walking on egg shells?" I asked as I reclined and she knelt between
my legs.

   "Blake someday I'm going to ask you to make us permanent, forever. 
Whether that means getting married or just giving each other our word, it
makes no difference to me, but THAT'S how I feel about you." She said just
before taking my cock in her hand and dropping her mouth over me.

   "Awwww GOD!  I'll never get used to that feeling of your warm and loving
mouth.  You won't have to ask ME, you'll always know it.  I never want
anyone else." I moaned.

   She responded my pushing her head down to take as much of me as she
could, just touching the back of her throat and holding me there for a
moment before she began to rhythmically move her mouth over me.  It was all
wet mouth, no hands.  Her clench hands sat at either side of my hips, and I
noticed one hand held tissues.  She was going to take my load in her mouth.
Just knowing that made me begin to stir.  I respect the fact she doesn't
like to swallow me, but will still suck on my sensitive penis post orgasm.
That is almost as good as the spasm itself.

   As I watched her suck and tend to my needs she opened her eyes and
looked at me lovingly smiling around me.  I knew then she wasn't going to
stop until I reached my end, and that was coming soon, and despite the fact
I had shot my load all over her just a couple hours ago, I felt I had
cooked another fat load.

   Her free hand went under my balls and gently massaged them as she smiled
to me around my cock.  I closed my eyes as the intense pleasure overtook me
before I opened them just to watch her enjoy pleasing me.  I saw my belly
hollow as I prepared to shoot.

   I only groaned loudly to warn her and I heard a long hum come from her
mouth over me.  She never stopped the meter of her mouth over me until she
was sure I was finished and began to tremble under her, barely standing the
intense sensation of her mouth and tongue over my sensitive corona and
glans.  She pulled her mouth off, kissing the tip, before taking the
tissues and turning her head to spit into it.  She turned back and looked
me sharply in the eye.

   "I love you and let that be a reminder of how much.  If you can drive me
to work tomorrow, we'll have time to make love after the alarm."

   "An offer I can't refuse, my love." I said beckoning her to kiss me and
lay in my arms till we fell asleep."

   For the next few months our love grew through trust, understanding, and
fulfillment.  Although we hadn't spent more than 2 or 3 nights apart in all
that time I still felt the need to propose "living together", but now under
ONE roof, instead of the constant moving back and forth with closets of
clothes, pantries of food, refrigerators and freezers of perishables, in
two locations.  As I began to make my pitch she stopped me with a finger to
my lips.

   "Is this going to be a proposal?  Because, if it is please don't.  You
know my answer is yes under any circumstance, but I don't think it's
necessary considering what we have.  I don't want or need a big wedding or
anything like that.  As far as what's mine or yours, I can't think of one
thing either of us has that isn't ours now." She said with a little smile
on her face.

   "That wasn't what I was angling for Deeda.  I was just going to say we
should sell one of our places and make one residence permanent.  We would
save a lot of money on EVERYTHING and we both know this isn't going to
end." I explained.

   "So you DON'T want to marry me?  She asked cryptically.

   "Candida my dear," I said somewhat sarcastically, "If you wish to get
married I will go to the Justice of The Peace right now and take care of
that formality.  If you wish to have a church wedding with a few guests,
nothing big, we can start arranging that today.  But if you just want to
devote ourselves to each other and live as we have been, but under just one
roof, we can do that too."

   "So, you've put the ball in my court!" She said with a sly grin.

   "Yes, your choice.  Any way you want.  I want you, I need you, I love
you.  As long as you are with me, the circumstance makes no difference."

   "Which house do we sell?  I really don't have a preference." She said
seeming to want to use my original idea.

   "Why don't we put both on the market and the first one that sells is the
one we move, if it really makes no difference to you." I said somewhat
calling her bluff, if there was one.

   "I can go with that if I can pick the furniture we keep.  My dining set,
your living room set."

   "Have we found anything that we seriously argue about?  I'll do what I
can to make you happy." I assured her.

   "I want you to be happy too!!" She exclaimed.

   "Believe me, I'm way beyond happy with you.  I feel like I've known you
forever.  Everything we do makes me happy.  When I see a smile on your
face, . . . .it's the BEST!" I insisted.

   "I know two ways to make me smile, put your tongue in my pussy, or your
dick in my mouth." She said with an impish grin.

   "What happens when we get too old to do that?" I asked, trying to be
serious.

   "If we take care of ourselves I'm sure we'll find each other desirable
enough to WANT to, but if that urge goes, do you know how happy you make me
just holding me, hugging me?  That's something I'll never get tired of."
She said cozying up to me and purring.

   Then she snuggled up even tighter to me and she wanted to say something
she either thought was embarrassing or maybe that I would think was silly.
I either case, she didn't want to look at me for fear I would make a face.
She knew she was a smart woman and never wanted to feel anything less to
me, but some things she didn't know what my read would be.

   "Do you know what's so beautiful about being in love with someone like I
love you and you love me?  Now don't think I'm silly.  Like in High School
and College when I was with a guy I was pretty liberal at handing out a
blowjob, or taking off my top or my panties to let a guy play and explore.
That was 50% for the excitement; doing something dirty or naughty and to
keep the bait set to make sure I had dates, got free dinners, movies and
some nice gifts.  The other 50% was for the excitement of being caught or
seen, like at the drive-in, or in a park at night, or in a bedroom at a
party.  I didn't fuck many of those guys, fucking is serious stuff with big
consequences.  But now, I do those things with you because I love you and
want to be a sexual animal with you for the tremendous excitement of making
YOU happy, knowing you would make me happy.  Whatever sex we have together,
no matter where we put your dick, fingers, your tongue, my tongue, it
doesn't carry the excitement of being caught, or being naughty, it's
because of love, and we act like insatiable animals.  No one who sees us on
the street, or at dinner, pictures us in a sweaty pile on the sheets with
cum dripping from my face or my ass, but that's when we're the happiest,
pleasing each other.  I know this is weird, but I just wanted to get that
out, because it's so special." She said pulling away and sort of side
glancing to me to see if I was making a face or laughing at her.

   "Candida my special lady, that's probably the most beautiful and tender
thing you've ever said in expressing what love is to you, and I could not
have put it any better.  What people may see outside, a hug, a smooch, is
all sweet, but what you talked about, that's where we are really one,
really expressing our love through the great pleasure we bring to each
other, knowing that no one else could feel or make us feel any better." I
said with a little grin to let her know I was proud of her and really felt
and understood her words.

   There was a silence in the room and it felt like some sort of aura had
fell upon us.  If either of us had any questions of intentions,
commitments, or feelings, they were gone.  She moved from her recliner to
the sofa, where I had spread the Sunday paper out in front of me on the
coffee table.  Her eyes burned and her lips seemed to fill to an almost
pout as she sat right next to me rubbing thighs as she almost seemed to cry
as she said, "Make love to me."

   "How?" I whispered.

   "Every way you can imagine.  As long as you're inside me or tasting me,
I don't care.  Take me around the horn.  Right now I couldn't get enough of
you." She said as she reached for the tie on my house sweats.

   She encouraged me to sit up to pull them down.  I wasn't wearing
underwear.

   "I told you that you were the 7th man to ever be inside of me.  Besides
you, one was for what I thought was love and we made penetration love 6
times.  The other 5 men were when I was so horny I could hardly bear it,
and all were fueled by alcohol and self pity.  The lead up to and the come
down from the orgasmic high were wrought with guilt because I was so horny,
needing something inside me besides my fingers or a rubber or plastic dick.
They were all men who wanted me, pursued me, and knew me.  I think they all
knew they would never get another chance and that I had no interest in them
besides that night.  But, they knew I was horny and was going to go crazy
on them, much like the night we first screwed in the car.  That feeling of
want and need I felt then, where I disobeyed every rule I had set for
myself still lingers.  However, it sets in every time I look at you.  Our
eyes meet and I want you so badly, and I know you want me.  I hope you
never fault me for wanting you.  I'm going to taste your cock right now and
then I want you to taste me.  After that I want to feel you inside me. 
Fuck my pussy as hard as you can, redden my ass while you do it, then fuck
me in my little asshole and then let me taste your cum before I spit it
into my panties.  After you stand up and help me to the bathroom to clean
up my face and my butt, I'll be ready to do it all over again if you want.
Whenever, wherever, as long as I'm with you.  If you need more of a
commitment to you, or testimony to my love for you, we can marry, or we can
just trust that we are each others to make happy."

   Then before I could respond she dropped her mouth over me and began to
suck the hard metal rail her words had encouraged me to sport.

   It is SO easy to love Candida for SO many reasons.  She is SO pretty
with the most incredible body, she is smart, and an incredibly bright and
dedicated professional, but mostly I love her for her undying commitment to
me and our relationship.  A woman who held her own virtue close to her
heart until passion made her burn, but even then kept it something not to
be handed out unscrupulously.  Once we brought our relationship to a sexual
stage where that became our communication of proved devotion to each other,
she jumped in with every cell of her body.  She loves pleasing me and being
pleased.  When you look into her eyes while making love you see her passion
and the unsaid words of devotion her face transmits.  We are truly one then
and on this day where I more or less proposed to her she let go of anything
she made have held back from me or herself.

   While she had said she wanted to be pleased in every way, the sucking
she was giving me would prove to be short, and quite sweet, at least for
me. Once I felt the wheels of pleasure begin to seriously spin within my
groin I reached for her just below her shoulders to lift her to me.  As I
bent to lift her it took my cock from her mouth and she looked at me like a
child whose lolly had just been stolen.

   I quickly covered her nipples with my mouth and hands as I half stood
and turned to place her on the sofa where I could easily slide down her
body to attach my mouth to her pussy.  Knowing how I had fucked and
seemingly stretched her sweet vagina, how could it be that I could cover
the whole thing with my mouth as I sucked at it before chewing the lips and
finding her clit with the tip off my tongue to tease and suck at it.  She
trembled with little orgasms as I ate her and soon I felt warm cum roll
over my thumb on the hand holding her inner thigh to secure my feast.

   Knowing that thumb was thoroughly coated I let it move to her sweet
little poop notch and press into her.  She hiccoughed a large ball of air
and retracted for a second as I penetrated her there, but she quickly
relaxed seeking more thumb.  Then as I nipped, licked and sucked her clit I
began to saw my thumb in and out of her.  She was ready to be fucked where
ever I chose to do her.  I knelt up to press myself into her and she gave
me a pleading look.

   "Let me turn over and go in my bottom first.  The uncomfortable stretch
and then exhilaration before you plow my pussy will make my cums flow
through me like electricity, with no interruptions." She said as she began
to flip over and show her lovely ass to me.

   Her bottom was so womanly round as it curved from her hip, showing me
her supple cheeks, young and smooth like a virgin prom queen.  When she
lowered her head and shoulders to proffer herself to me her little hole
gaped and looked excited by the prospect of being stretched around me.  I
could see there would be no fight to get into her as she would welcome my
intrusion.  Whenever we did this it was always at her request and she was
always ready.  To scoot up to her bottom, stretch a condom over myself, and
place the head of my cock at her cute little opening and see it swallowed
in to the accompaniment of her swoon always made me crazy.  I was happy I
hadn't hurt her, and if the suddenness of my intrusion caused her great
discomfort, she never vocalized it.  Hearing her guttural growl of pleasure
as I stretched her open to lay fully sheathed on her made me happy, knowing
she would enjoy the fucking I was about to give her.  No doubt her own
dalliance with toys as a woman trying to mimic what she heard her
girlfriends talk about prepared her to get past any fears she had of the
act.  It held no mystery, and therefore no fear.

   As I whispered "so tight" to her she was gasping "so big in me" through
her exhale, and there we would remain until she felt fully ready to be
sawed upon.  Once I started her hand drew from under her to her pussy to
oscillate her clit, but once the orgasm cycle began her hand would drop
away and it was only the friction and motion of me within her causing her
sensations.  Her own cream I had used to lube her quickly dried and I began
to shower our junction with saliva.  If this were to be a long ride we
would have had a tube of lube handy, and there wouldn't have been a condom
involved, but this was meant to just be a prelude to my plumbing her pussy
and making both of us crazy.  She felt so snug and tight around me with her
cries of pleasure I hated to end this but I sensed she was drying up for
the third time and I didn't want to leave her uncomfortable later so I
fully pressed into her, bent over her and nipped her back and pinched her
nipples as I withdrew.  I yanked off my condom and placed myself between
her lovely little lips and filled her pussy with my cock.  I pounded her
hard, like I knew she liked, until I heard her cum hard, and then go a bit
limp.  I withdrew and she dropped to her side and then flipped to her back.
I knew she wanted me to cover her body with mine and let my dick find her
wet, warm, slit.  While we stuck together and necked as we undulated I knew
I could cum at anytime and I held off as long as I could, but the closeness
of our bodies touching and feeling each other's warmth and excitement made
things happen fast.  As my cum began to rise I heard her breath catch and
the bear down of her climax.  The squeeze of her vagina milked the cum from
my balls as it flooded her.  We lay breathless in a warm 2 layer love cake.

   "Mmmm, you've got to get up, you're beginning to be dead weight on my
poor chest, you'll mash my boobies and suffocate me." She whispered as I
pushed myself up to let her cool and breathe.  As soon as she was free of
me she reached for a tee shirt one of us was wearing and put it under her
pussy.  I looked down to see her squeeze out three volleys of cum, probably
much the way it was pumped into her.  She grinned to me and mouthed "I love
you."

   If this ended up being my marriage proposal, it was a story we wouldn't
be able to tell our friends or our children, if we ever had any.  But it
was quite fitting considering the passion we felt for each other.  I had
given up on serious relationships and was sure that I would never become
involved in anything even close to permanent.  She considered herself "past
prime" for finding the right man and only had the memories of back seat
blowjobs, unrequited love, and desperate horny fucks to fulfill her
masturbation fantasies.

   I was in a relationship where I had NO doubts about anything.  We were
"two peas in a pod", as they say.  Our sexual drives were equal and open to
anything to at least discuss.  It had been nearly a year since our first
"date" and after my count of 100 days we began to regularly make love to
each other and shortly after that we had spent, with but a few exceptions
and of course when we worked, every hour together.  Our sex was still fresh
and inventive.  It hadn't become routine in any way and any talk of being
too tired, not in the mood, I have a headache, I'd really want to stay up
to see a movie or game, was non-existent.  I would rather be with her than
do anything else.  It was even a rare Monday morning before work that we
hadn't made love, knowing that for a 5 day period we may not see "enough"
of each other.  We didn't start or end every day making love, but I can't
think of many days when it wasn't one or the other.

   Of course Deeda's propensity for oral sex kept me happy when any other
sex wasn't available or convenient.  She loved making me happy, and it got
her off as well.  If we weren't in some sort of 69 position where I could
do her as well, you could be sure she had her hands in her pussy stroking
out her own orgasm.  This was why it was so easy to marry her when she
eventually asked me to make her "an honest woman".

   Candida and I have been married for 5 years this Christmas and we look
forward to many years together, making each other happy with the simplest
things, or sweating over each other between the sheets.  It only goes to
show you that when that certain spark hits you, don't pass it by.  The
night we first got together I would have not given her a second thought or
look, except she had the same catch of the eye I had and we sort of
gravitated to each other.  I've had that look before, but never had the
opportunity, or the balls to act on it.  Keep your antenna up until you
know you've found that RIGHT person, like me and Deeda.